rasalvatore.attackoftheclones-第19部分
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not alone。 There weren't many enemies to be found on Kamino； except far out in the watery wastes； where giant tentacled creatures roamed。 Here there was little life above the water； other than the Kaminoans themselves； and so Jango wasn't surprised when he saw that the newer was one of them： Taun We； his usual contact with the Kaminoans。
〃Greetings； Jango；〃 the tall； lithe creature said； holding up a slim arm and hand in a gesture of peace and friendship。 Jango nodded but didn't smile。 Why had Taun We e out here…the Kaminoans were hardly ever out of their city of globes…and why would she interrupt Jango when he was with his son？
〃You have been scarce within the sector of late；〃 Taun We remarked。
〃Better things to do。〃
〃With your child？〃
In response； Jango looked over at the boy； who was lining up another rollerfish。 Or at least； he was appearing to； Jango recognized； and the insight brought a knowing nod of satisfaction to the crusty bounty hunter。 He had taught his son well the art of deception and deflection； of appearing to do one thing while； in reality； doing something quite different。 Like listening in on the conversation； measuring Taun We's every word。 〃The tenth anniversary approaches；〃 the Kaminoan explained。 Jango turned back to her with a sour expression。 〃You think I don't know Boba's birthday？〃
If Taun We was fazed at all by the sharp retort； the delicately featured Kaminoan didn't show it。 〃We are ready to begin again。〃
Jango looked back at Boba； one of his thousands of children； but the only one who was a perfect clone； an exact replica with no genetic manipulation to make him more obedient。 And the only one who hadn't been artificially aged。 The group that had been created beside Boba had all reached maturity now； were adult warriors； in perfect health。
Jango had thought that policy of accelerating the aging process a mistake… wasn't experience as much a part of attaining warrior skill as genetics？… but he hadn't plained openly to the Kaminoans about it。 He had been hired to do a job； to serve as the source； and questioning the process wasn't in his job description。
Taun We cocked her head a bit to the side； eyes blinking slowly。
Jango recognized her expression as curiosity； and it nearly brought a chuckle bubbling to his lips。 The Kaminoans were much more alike than were humans； especially humans from different planets。 Perhaps their singular concept； their monness within their own species； was a part of their typical reproductive process； which now included a fair amount of genetic manipulation； if not outright cloning。 As a society； they were practically of one mind and one heart。 Taun We seemed genuinely perplexed； and so she was； to see a human with so little apparent regard for other humans； clones or not。
Of course； hadn't the Kaminoans just created an army for the Republic？ There wouldn't be wars without some disagreement； now； would there？ But that； too； held little interest for Jango。 He was a solitary bounty hunter； a recluse…or he would have been if not for Boba。 Jango didn't care a whit about politics or war or this army of his clones。 If every one of them was slaughtered； then so be it。 He had no attachment to any。
He looked to the side as he considered that。 To any except for Boba； of course。
Other than that； though； this was just a job； well paying and easy enough。 Financially； he couldn't have asked for more； but more important； only the Kaminoans could have given him Boba…not just a son； but an exact replica。 Boba would give Jango the pleasure of seeing all that he might have bee had he grown up with a loving and caring father； a mentor who cared enough to criticize； to force him to perfection。 He was as good as it got concerning bounty hunters； concerning warriors； but he had no doubt that Boba； bred and trained for perfection； would far outshine him to bee one of the greatest warriors the galaxy had ever known。
This； then； was Jango Fett's greatest reward； right here； sitting with his son； his young replica； sharing quiet moments。
Quiet moments within the tumult that had been Jango Fett's entire life； surviving the trials of the Outer Rim alone practically from the day he learned to walk。 Each trial had made him stronger； had made him more perfect； had honed the skills that he would now pass along to Boba。 There was no one better in all the galaxy to teach his son。 When Jango Fett wanted you caught； you were caught。 When Jango Fett wanted you dead； you were dead。
No； not when Jango 〃wanted〃 those things。 This was never personal。 The hunting； the killing； it was all a job； and among the most valuable of lessons Jango had learned early on was how to bee dispassionate。
pletely so。 That was his greatest weapon。
He looked at Taun We； then turned to grin at his son。 Jango could be dispassionate； except for those times when he could spend time alone with Boba。 With Boba； there was pride and there was love； and Jango had to work constantly to keep both of those potential weaknesses at a minimum。 While he loved his son dearly…because he loved his son dearly…Jango had been teaching him those same attributes of dispassion； even callousness； from his earliest days。
〃We will mence the process again as soon as you are ready；〃 Taun We remarked； bringing Jango back from his contemplations。
〃Don't you have enough of the material to do it without me？〃
〃Well； since you are here anyway； we would like you to be involved；〃 Taun We said。 〃The original host is always the best choice。〃
Jango rolled his eyes at the thought…of the needles and the probing…but he did nod his agreement； this was really an easy job； considering the rewards。
〃Whenever you are ready。〃 Taun We bowed and turned and walked away。 If you wait for that； you'll be waiting forever； Jango thought； but he kept quiet； and again he turned to Boba； motioning for the boy to put his atlatl back to work。 Because now I have all that I wanted； Jango mused； watching Boba's fluid motions； his eyes darting about； searching for the next rollerfish。
The industrial sector of Coruscant held perhaps the greatest freight docks in all the galaxy； with a line of bulky transports ing in continually； huge floating cranes ready to meet them and unload the millions of tons of supplies necessary to keep alive the city…planet； which long ago had bee too populous to support itself through its own resources。 The efficiency of these docks was nothing short of amazing； and yet the place was still tumultuous； and sometimes gridlocked by the sheer number of docking ships and floating cranes。
This was also a place for living passengers； the peasantry of Coruscant； catching cheap rides on freighters outbound； thousands and thousands of people looking to escape the sheer frenzy that had bee the world。 Blended into that throng； Anakin and Padme walked along； dressed in simple brown tunics and breeches； the garb of Outland refugees。 They walked side by side to the shuttle exit as they approached the dock and walkway that would take them to one of the gigantic transports。 Captain Typho； Dorme； and Obi…Wan stood waiting for them at that exit door。
〃Be safe； M'Lady；〃 Captain Typho said with genuine concern。 It was clear that he was not thrilled with allowing Padme out of his sight and control。 He handed a pair of small luggage bags over to Anakin and gave a nod of confidence to the young Jedi。
〃Thank you； Captain；〃 Padme replied； her voice thick with gratitude。 〃Take good care of Dorme。 The threat will be on you two now。〃
〃He'll be safe with me！〃 Dorme put in quickly。
Padme smiled； appreciating the small attempt at levity。 Then she embraced her handmaiden in a great and tight hug； squeezing all the tighter when she heard Dorme start to weep。
〃You'll be fine；〃 Padme whispered into the other woman's ear。 〃It's not me； M'Lady。 I worry about you。 What if they realize you've left the capital？〃 Padme moved back to arm's length and managed a smile as she looked over to Anakin。 〃Then my Jedi protector will have to prove how good he is。〃 Dorme gave a nervous chuckle and wiped a tear from her eye as she smiled and nodded。
Off to the side； Anakin held his smile within； deciding consciously to wear a posture that exuded confidence and control。 But inside he was thrilled to hear Padme's pliments ing his way。
Obi…Wan shattered that warmth； pulling the young Padawan off to the side。
〃You stay on Naboo；〃 Obi…Wan said。 〃Don't attract attention。 Do absolutely nothing without checking in with me or the Council。〃
〃Yes； Master；〃 Anakin answered obediently； but inside； he was churning； wanting to lash out at Obi…Wan。 Do nothing； absolutely nothing； without checking in； without asking for permission？ Hadn't he earned a bit more respect than that？ Hadn't he proven himself a bit more resourceful； a Padawan to be trusted？
〃I will get to the bottom of this plot quickly； M'Lady；〃 he heard Obi…Wan say to Padme。 Anakin seethed inwardly。 Hadn't that been exactly the course he had suggested to his Master when they had first been assigned to watch over the Senator？
〃You'll be back here in no time；〃 Obi…Wan assured her。
〃I will be most grateful for your speed； Master Jedi。〃
Anakin didn't appreciate hearing Padme speak of any gratitude at all toward Obi…Wan。 At least； he didn't want Padme to elevate Obi…Wan's importance in all of this above his own。 〃Time to go；〃 he said； striding forward。
〃I know；〃 Padme answered him； but she didn't seem pleased。 Anakin reminded himself not to take it personally。 Padme felt that her duty was here。 She wasn't thrilled with running offplanet…and she wasn't thrilled with having another of her dear handmaidens stepping into the line of fire in her stead； especially with images of dead Corde so fresh in her mind。
Padme and Dorme shared another hug。 Anakin took up the luggage and led the way off the speeder bus； onto a landing where R2…D2 waited。
〃May the Force be with you；〃 Obi…Wan said。
〃May the Force be with you； Master。〃 Anakin meant every word of it。 He wanted Obi…Wan to find out who was behind the assassination attempts； to make the galaxy safe for Padme once again。 But he had
