In•hale

Sneak Peak Of The Second Book:)

Before when I was smaller, I didn't quite understand what was going on. After all I was just a six-year-old cleaner. A sanitator. The other worker belittled me for my lack of knowledge when I would ask why there were so many men, teenagers, boys and babies that looked exactly alike. "Don't bother explaining it to her. She's just a stupid slave girl from Geonosis."

And as my six-year-old self, I believed them. I was a girl from Geonosis. I had been a slave until my owner sold me to the Kaminoans on the Kamino cloning station and they had me work as a sanitator.

I was the stupid slave girl from Geonosis that never knew much besides the exact amount of bleach and soap to mix together to make the floors shine, or a perfected way on how to clean dirty dishes that the hundreds of look alike men left on the table in the most fast a efficient way possible with my little hands.

That was, until I met Boba Fett. Now I was nine, and he was ten.

Chapter 1

"These clones, I hate them." Boba growled, storming down the hallway.

I didn't want to remind him that he was also a clone. That would not be right. Instead, I ran to catch up with him and asked the simple question, "Why do you hate them?"

Boba stopped suddenly and sat against the wall, causing me to have to back up from my fast paced walking to sit across from him. "It's like they're imposters or something. I don't like how they all look like dad....how they all look like me! It....it shouldn't be this way....It's, it's not right!"

Boba was in a groucher mood than normal. I knew that because of how he couldn't seem to speak without pausing out of pure frustration.

I grinned in an attempt to lighten his mood. "Well that's cause you've been around them too much! Why don't you come help me clean your room? That was my assignment for the say and I'd be grateful for your help. Your room is a mess Boba.

"No it is not!"

"Yeah, it is. You don't want your father coming home and seeing how it is, do you?" I asked, playing the 'you don't want your father to....' card. Boba adored his dad and always wanted to meet his expectations; something I learned in the past three years of being his best friend. Well only friend really. We only had each other on this cloning station, unless you also counted Jango Fett, but only when he was around.

Whatever he was doing, it left him very little time to spend with his son. It also made Boba kind of crazy sometimes when he saw his father's face everywhere, but it wasn't actually his father.

I picked up my mop and bucket of cleaning substance as he grumbled, "Whatever Perial." though I could see a small hint of mischief in his dark brown eyes. Not that that was new. He always had a glint of mischief in his eyes and usually I was the one getting him out of trouble.

He followed me on the route to his quarters, but stopped before we actually got there. He glanced at each end of the hallway causally, his long, ruffled dark brown hair swinging, and then he trained his eyes on me. "Yah know Tuan We comes to father and I's room everyday at the same time? Unless father's here?" he began, leaning forward and speaking softly as if he were telling me something top secret. "Ever wonder why she does it or what she's in there for?"

I shook my head. I had never seen the long-necked Kamonian woman enter his room, but if Boba said it was so, then it must be so.

Boba's eyes flitted to my cleaning substance bucket. "Well I just found out three days ago, and yah know what? She shouldn't be snooping around anyone's personal space, especially my personal space. I say--" he gloated sticking a finger at his chest. "We teach her a lesson."