I took my helmet back from Rosemary and put it back on.
"Where are you going?" She asked, jumping off the crate when I stood up. I began to walk toward the ramp and she followed me.
"The, um, the Supreme Leader wants to meet me," I said uneasily.
"Oh, no. This is bad, this is very bad," she said, groaning. I looked at her.
"Why is it bad?" I asked, about to leave the ship.
"If he wants to see you, then you're going to die," she said quietly, when she saw Kylo Ren.
"Don't worry, I won't die," I promised. "Now stay on board. Zors, watch her for me."
"Yes ma'am," he said as I walked over to Kylo Ren.
"What does the Supreme Leader need from me?" I asked him as he led me away.
"Nothing in particular. He just wants to meet his new Bounty Hunter and make some... Adjustments," he said, looking at my armor.
"Adjustments..." I repeated. He was probably going to burn me, rip my limbs off, and put me into a tight, itchy suit. We walked into a lift and Kylo pressed a button. He looked at me.
"Take it off," he ordered.
"Take yours off first," I said. He reached for his mask, and pressed a button on the side. He then was able to take it off.
When he looked at me again, I was surprised. He was exactly how I remembered Ben Solo; nothing about his appearance had changed.
"Now you do it," he said in his deep voice. I lifted my bruised and beaten helmet off of my head. He began to study my features: golden-yellow eyes, dark brown hair cut in a bob, a scarred pale face.
"I've never seen your face before," he said.
"It's not something I show many people," I said. Although I was a Mandalorian, I was not required to keep it on at all times; however, I did so because, well, it scared people.
The lift stopped and the doors opened. Kylo put his mask back on, and I put my helmet back on as well. I followed Kylo into the Supreme Leaders throne room. It was dark and gloomy, with a tint of red glow in the background. Praetorian Guards surrounded the room, not moving at all. They almost looked like statues. I looked in the very center of the room, and there was tge Supreme Leader. Snoke. Kylo kneeled in front of him; I did the same.
Snoke laughed evily and said, "Rise, children." We stood up and looked at him. Snoke examined me and smiled.
"Come closer, my child." I slowly walked toward him. "So, you're the General's wife?"
I looked at him, speechless. How did he know?
"Oh, Kylo and I have known for a long time," he chuckled, as if reading my mind. "But that's not what I want you for. Kylo Ren said you are a good bounty hunter?"
"Yes, my lord," I said. "I'm considered the best in the galaxy."
"Ah, yes indeed," he growled. "But you're armor is a little, well, rough." I looked down at it. He was right; I had never paid much attention to it until now.
"I want to provide you with a new set of armor," he said, motioning to a Praetorian Guard. The guard nodded and walked into a separate side room. He brought out a mannequin with new set of Mandalorian armor. It was a dark shade of red, with a black stripe running down the middle of the head of the helmet. The first order symbol was on the shoulder of it; a black and red cape hung beside it. I walked over to it and examined it.
"This is pure beskar," I said simply.
"Yes, a fine tool against the Jedi lightsaber," Snoke chuckled. "What do you think?"
"I love it, " I said, circling it.
"I thought you would," he said. "I can't have my personal bounty hunter going around the galaxy looking like that."
I looked at my armor once again. It was dreadful; the red had faded, and there were blaster marks all over it.
"Guard, take it to her ship," he ordered. The guard nodded and left with the armor. I walked back to the Supreme Leader.
"I know what bothers you, child" he said.
"What do you mean?"
"You're father; you wonder if he really lived. I can tell you that," he said, looking down on me. His face was gnarly, and a scar ran down his head.
"Did he?" I asked, holding my breath,
"Yes, he did, but no one knows if he is still alive or not." I was silent for a while. I didn't know what to say. My father had survived and my mother never knew.
"Thank you, Supreme Leader," I said.
"You're most welcome, child," he said. "You may leave."
I kneeled and walked back to the lift. Kylo joined me.
"Wait, Kylo, inform General Hux to return to my ship; his wife is, ah, expecting him."
"Yes, my lord," Kylo said. We entered the lift and the door closed.
"So, how long have you known?" I asked.
"Ever since he joined the First Order," he said. "But how long have you been, well, together?"
"For five years," I said. We stood there awkwardly.
"Any kids?" He asked.
"No, not yet," I said.
"Have you tr-?"
"Yes," I said abruptly, ending the conversation. He nodded and looked away. We said nothing more to each other as the lift continued to go down. Once the door opened, I walked out.
"Aren't you coming?" I asked, noticing he had remained in the lift.
"No," he said. "I will send General Hux to you shortly."
I nodded and walked over to the Revenant. When I entered, Zors, Rosemary, and T3 were nowhere to be found.
"Guys? Where are you?" I called out, looking for them. Rosemary jumped out fron one of the boxes.
"Boo!" She yelled. T3 came in from outside the ship, as did Zors.
"What even?" I asked, laughing.
"I wanted to scare you again!" She said, giggling. I shook my head.
"Oh, Jet, you received a package," Zors said, handing me my new set of armor. "I like it."
"I do too," I said. Rosemary looked at it and frowned.
"What's wrong?" I asked, taking off my old helmet and putting on the new one. This one was more advanced, with high technological innovations.
"It has the- the symbol," she said slowly, looking at the shoulder of the armor.
"Yes, and?" I asked, taking it off the mannequin and going into another small room on the ship. Rosemary followed me in, and I shut the door.
"I thought we were going to get away from them," she said sadly.
"Rosemary, I-" I began.
"You know, it's fine. You work for the First Order now, and you're just like them- evil, cold hearted, and-and- ugh!" She exclaimed and ran out of the room.
I had just betrayed a child I was growing to love.
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The Fett Legacy
FanfictionYou know the story of the First Order. But what you may not know is the story of Jetta Fett, only daughter of Boba Fett and a tough Mandalorian. Jetta is the private bounty hunter for the First Order, and mostly behind the scenes. She carries many s...
