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Din glanced over at Boba again. The ghost man was still next to him, reading something on his datapad.
“My friend, where are we headed to?” Boba asked.
Din blinked a few times under his helmet.
“I have no plans, where is it you need to go?” Din responded.
Boba’s helmet titled in thought.
“Perhaps we could wander the galaxy? Two men simply making their way?” Boba supplied.
The ghost let out a chuckle and Din flinched.
“Always the funny one Bob’ika, you’re just like me,” the ghost said with a smile.
Din looked a little closer at the ghost. He looked like Boba, but his face had more scars and one on his neck.
The ghost turned towards Din and his eyes widened when he realized Din was looking at him.
“Can you see me?” The ghost asked quietly.
Din nodded his head minutely.
The ghost let out a relieved laugh.
“Oh thank the Ka’ra!”
Din made a noise, too low for his vocoder to pick it up. The ghost was Mandalorian too. Din looked at the ghost’s armor. It was hard to tell, but it looked like it was silver, with a blue flight suit underneath.
Din looked back over at Boba’s armor and looked at the colors.
He remembered the names on the chain code.
Jango Fett.
Boba Fett.
“Hey Fett,” Din started. Boba turned his head. “Tell me about your buir?”
Boba took off his helmet with a sad smile.
“My buir was a beroya, like you. It was just us for a while. Us and the clones,” Boba said.
The ghost frowned at the mention of the clones.
“They were clones of him you see, trained to be soldiers for the Republic, for the army,” Boba explained.
“It was the beginning of the war, and we were on Geonosis, and Jedi Mace Windu killed him with his lightsaber.” Boba rubbed at one of his eyes for a second.
The ghost had a crestfallen expression on his face.
“How old were you?” Din asked softly.
“I was 10 years old when the war began, and 13 when it ended,” Boba said.
“Why are you asking?”
Din looked slightly behind Boba at the ghost.
“I’ve been seeing this figure, ever since we met on Tython. He wears armor like you, looks like you a bit, among other things,” Din explained.
Boba looked confused.
“When we were infiltrating the Imperial base, you said they might recognize your face. He laughed at that. When you dropped whatever the kriff destroyed the TIEs, he was cheering you on,” Din elaborated.
Boba still looked confused.
“And where is this figure?” He asked.
Din nodded his head.
“He’s behind you and to the left.”
The figure gave Din a small smile.
“Can you tell him something?” The ghost asked Din.
“Can you tell him I’m sorry for marching away? And that I love him and I’m proud of him?”
“He asked me to tell you something,” Din said.
Boba’s eyebrow raised.
“He wants me to tell you he’s sorry for marching away, he loves you, and he’s proud of you,” Din rattled off.
Boba’s brown eyes blew open and filled with tears.
“Can you ask him his name?” Boba’s voice was thick and full of emotion.
The ghost pressed a hand onto Boba’s shoulder.
Boba felt something pressing against his shoulder and he placed his hand over the spot.
Din smiled underneath his helmet.
“That’s him,” he told Boba, who’s eyes were still full of tears.
“Dad?” Boba’s voice hitched.
The ghost came forwards and pressed his forehead against Boba’s.
Din closed his eyes to give them some privacy.
“Bob’ika, I’m so proud of you ad’ika, never forget that,” Jango said.
Boba’s breath caught in his throat, almost like he heard him.
Jango cleared his throat after a minute and Din took that as the cue to open his eyes.
“Thank you,” Boba said, tear tracks on his face.
Din tipped his helmet.