Heir of a Fett

Return to a Place

*5 years later*
Mirta avoided another punch as her and her grandfather trained. "All your doing is dodging Mirta," Boba said as sent a kick her way. She jumped over it and was nearly hit with another punch.
"You're way stronger than me," she hissed still avoiding every attack,"if I stand still and block, you'll probably beat the crap out of me."
He smirked and increased speed. As she tried to flip over him, Boba easily grabbed her ankle and sent her hurtling to the floor. "True, but if you dodge too much your moves become predictable." She arched an eyebrow and got to her feet.
"I noticed," she said as she crossed her arms,"so what was I supposed to do, oh greatest bounty hunter in the galaxy." Mirta gave a mocking bow to her grandfather, who rolled his eyes and flicked her right on the forehead. She rubbed her forehead and glared.
"Try to be more respectful," Boba said,"even though for you, it's some sort of torture." It was Mirta's turn to roll her eyes. As they left the room, Mirta's mind wondered off. She hadn't been allowed to even help on a single hunt and she was beginning to get very impatient.
Mirta had changed a lot in the passed few years. Her brown hair was already becoming darker and it might even become black during her teens. She had gained a few inches in height and for someone her age she was a master a combat. Mirta excelled in almost everything she did in training, except when she went toe to toe with her grandad.
'I swear one day old man," she taught to herself as she rolled her shoulders. Mirta flinched from a bit of pain; she was gonna have a bruise from that meeting with the ships floor.
Mirta joined her grandfather in the cockpit and plopped down in the copilot seat. "So where are we headed now?" She asked as they were getting close to wherever it was.
"I have another hunt," he said and before Mirta could even ask,"and you can't help or come." Mirta's eyes widened slightly; he had never alowed her to help, but he had always let her come.
"I'm dropping you off on Mandalore for a few days," he said as he pulled them out of hyperspace above the planet,"and if you actually manage on you own, then..." Boba stopped there and dove down to the planet.
"Then what?" Mirta asked, looking at her grandad curiously. Once they landed, she tried again,"Come on finish the sentence!" As they got up he continued not answering her until he got outside.
"Then I'll let you actually help me on hunts," he said, crossing his arms, and something in the pit of his stomach told him he was gonna, regret giving her this oppertunity, somehow or someway.
Mirta gave a huge grin and almost screamed with excitement, but controlled herself. "You'll stay at the house you lived in when you were little," Boba said as Mirta began to rush back inside to grab some things. She quickly came back and headed on her way when Boba called at her,"and try not to drag to much attention to yourself." She rolled her eyes as she dashed to the place she once called home.
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Mirta: you're not really gonna end my chapter there right?!
Me: don't worry there is still more!
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After walking only a short way, Mirta began to wish her grandad had let wear armor already; flying around on a jet pack seemed much easier and way more fun. Then, there it was, her old home. The house looked worn down and empty. A felling of disappointment swept through her. 'I suppose apart of me thought it would look the same and mama would be here,' Mirta thought and chuckled at her stupidity.
She dashed up to the abandoned house and slipped inside through the half open door; she walked slowly to the first rooms. The living room and kitchen were in shambles, but Mirta swore she could smell the food her mom would rarely make. The hallway and bathroom weren't much different, but the bathroom looked almost frozen in time; nothing from her last day here had been changed about the bathroom. Her toothbrush still left alone and undisturbed on the counter. Mirta tried to shack her head and free herself from the sad thoughts and knotting stomach.
Next was her bedroom, Mirta looked at all her old things. It was odd; it was like something that had died was half alive and looking her in the face. Spiders and bugs were everywhere and a few of her things had been stolen, but this place was still her room. It was oddly silent, until the front door being pushed farther open broke it.
She heard foot steps and out of habit waited for her enemy to get close. Once the person was right behind her, Mirta turned on her heel and aimed at the body in front of her.
"Who the kriffing force are you?" She hissed.