It’s Another Time
Part I
He makes it off Geonosis by the skin of his teeth.
The Jedi—Windu, had nearly sliced his head off. Only a not so stray shot from a clanker had saved him.
It hit him on the side, not a fatal wound, but certainly one, sooner treated, the better.
It served both the purpose of knocking him down and giving Windu reason to pause his attack long enough for Kenobi to rush over to them.
Kriffing Kenobi then proceeded to give him the option of leaving the battlefield with his son, living to fight another day.
With a hole in the side, and the building outrage of Jedi master who seemed eager to decapitate him. It wasn’t much of a choice.
It was too clean, despite injuries, it was too kriffing simple. Even when Windu began to protest, he almost immediately relented, when Kenobi played the famous Jedi, “we’re peace keepers first” card. Before Escorting—dragging him off to where his son was hidden in the shadows. Too easy.
Blasted force wielders.
Jango, now leaning heavily on his son, who isn’t so much as supporting his weight, as dragging him back to the Slave I. Knows he should be dead right now.
He isn’t, and it’s due to the most reckless man he’s ever met. Who he now owes a debt to...
Fantastic.