Heir of a Fett

Bottom of the Food Chain

Mirta and Ghes turned to see Boba Fett. Ghes felt his jaw drop and Mirta stared at her grandfather nervously.
"Mirta time to go," he bluntly said and Mirta groaned in her head. She walked off to grab her things; Mirta had moved them to the spare room at the back of the shop. As she packed, footsteps echoed through the the shop that were to small to be an adults.
"So you really are being trained to be the best?" Ghes asked as Mirta stuffed the that last of her cloths in her bags. She smirked a little as she turned to her closest friend. If Mirta was being completely honest with herself, her only friend.
"No kidding idiot," she said bluntly practically imitating her guardian. Mirta could feel the boy's steel grey eyes drill holes in her back with that comment.
"You had better come back," Ghes hissed as he turned to leave,"stupid girl." Mirta turned around to say something, but he was already gone. She smirked a little as she picked up her bag; it was a goodbye she could live with.
She walked out to meet her grandfather and followed him almost blindly through the city. Mirta had adapted well to the city; if you asked, she could track almost anyone in the city. Finally they came to the Slave 1.
"I've missed this old thing," Mirta said getting a small whack upside the head from Boba. She glared at him, but was secretly happy that he had come to get her. Mirta had missed him a little even if he was a jerk.
"So what hunt do I get to go on first?" Mirta asked as they got to the cockpit and began to take. She knew he rolled his eyes under his helmet.
"Go look in your room kid," Boba said without answering her question. Mirta glared but got up anyway. She muttered a few choice words under her breath as she went.
"I heard that," Boba yelled from the cockpit as Mirta opened the door to her room.
"Congrats!" Mirta yelled,"you always do!" As she looked into her room, Mirta felt her jaw drop. There on her bed was brand new jet black Mandalorian armor that was just her size! Her fingers slid along the cold metal still not believing what her senses were telling her. Mirta slowly picked up the helmet and placed it on her head. She blinked a minute as her eyes got used to seeing through the mask part of her helmet.
"Your supposed to put the rest on first kid," Boda said from behind her as he leaned against the door frame. Mirta slid off the helmet; a little embarrassed but still extremely happy.
"Says the guy who is almost always wearing his," Mirta answered slyly as she kept looking over the helmet. Her grandfather just watched her for a moment before a bit of a cruel smile appeared on him.
"I almost forgot to tell you," Boba said finally,"for your first hunt with me you can't use your armor." After that he just turned and left the room. Mirta blinked as her brain tried to process what her guardian had just said.
"What the force do you mean I can't use my armor!" Mirta said chasing after him. Once she caught up she glared up at him. And she saw him smirking as he pulled off his helmet.
"Do you remember the story of the very first mission I went on with my father?" Boba asked and Mirta thought for a moment.
"Wasn't that the one where he used you as..."Mirta said, but stopped speaking as well as walking when the light went on in her head. Not only that, but her blood boiled.
"You can't be serious?" Mirta hissed as her grandfather sat down in the living room. He just gave her that same smirking look that told her that not only said not only had she no choice in the matter, but it was written in force. There was no changing it or his mind.
"What do you think?" He asked as looked at his grandkid and waited. Even though Mirta knew Boba wouldn't change his mind, she was going to try to change her fate. Stubbornness was something practically written in her genetic code. With a family tree of bounty hunters one side and a soldier on the other, Mirta had been cursed with this trait from the start. And he was partly to blame.
"I am not going to be bait," she fumed. Not only did that thought anger her but it scared her. Even with training, Mirta was a bit afraid of dealing with a whole group of adults, who could try to do who knows what to her!
"I was bait when I was younger than you," Boba answered,"you'll be fine. I mean that is unless your afraid."
"I'm not afraid!" Mirta yelled as him as Boba got up to leave the room. He grabbed his helmet and snickered a little at his charge.
"Good," a Boba said as he went to the door, "then you'll be the bait. Goodnight." His tone told her immediately that that was the end of the subject and it was going his way whether she liked it or not.
Mirta groaned and stopped to her room. As much as she hated to admit it, she missed Ghes a little. At least with him, she always knew she wasn't at the bottom of the food chain. Here, compared to Boba Fett, Mirta Gev was most certainty at the very bottom.