Slashing Lightsaber Action Feature

by Jangosboy (jangosboy@aol.com)

Archive: already at fanfiction.net, open for any and all archives that will take this thing.

Category: Odd humor ficlet

Rating: I put PG-13 over at ff.net... but it's no more than PG terrain among more slash-friendly peeps.

Warnings: Abstract slash references and some authorly 'appreciation' of Taun We.

Spoilers: AOTC. Haven't seen it, don't read this.

Summary: Jango Fett gets hired and gives his boss some firepower tips.

Feedback: Sure. I know this whole thing is odd, but I'm all ears.

The Moons of Bogden are swampy marshlands with one or two saloons around.

The trade whiskey is most likely made from the swamp water with some blaster fuel mixed in to give it a "kick".

Count Dooku popped open some Endor vintage that smelled like blood. "Would you like some?"

"No."

Dooku got some sense of Jango Fett's insistent professionalism and...

Nothing... Fett had quickly thought back to the first random thought he could find: Zam Wessell's account of her little adventure on Naboo, where she'd impersonated some boy named Palo.

"How'd you like me to give you a child on top of your pay?," Count Dooku said out of nowhere.

(Some time later, on Kamino)

"Uncomfortable?," Count Dooku asked.

"Scrapes on the job are one thing... But samples are a whole other thing, Sifo-Dyas"

Dooku tossed his lightsaber handle to the bounty hunter.

Jango Fett looked it over thoughtfully, barely wincing as Taun We took a tissue sample and murmured some reassuring words in that silky voice of hers.

"Hmmmm... I think it's missing something..."

Count Dooku frowned.

"You see... with this cylinder blade, you can't pull it back and forth as easily. If it was bent, you could bring it back and forth easier.... And get some quick shots with it, giving out saber burns and 'amputations'...."

Count Dooku closed his eyes for a minute, gleefully picturing it.

Taun We quietly left the room with the tissue sample from Jango Fett. Only the author appreciated her slinky walk out.

Fett got out of the chair, patting down the bandage over his arm. "What now?"

"The Kaminoans are setting up a room for you, but it's not ready yet... Want to help me with my new lightsaber?," Count Dooku asked as he took in the Dark Side and bent the weapon's handle with his gloved hands.

It sure looked like an erect lightsaber, all right.

THE END