Hmm Doom? <3
Doom believes he is has a healthy about of fear of General Fett. The fact that he’s arrived on Ringo Vinda to inspect the troops who have been moved here isn’t a great thing for his mental health, but that Fett apparently felt secure enough in the safety of the Eucer Sector that he brought his family along gives him a bit of pride, admittedly.
He’s the one working with the Ringo Vindans and the Navy, here. He’s the one holding things together.
So he’s got mixed feelings when Fett asks him to bring his kid and his brother around the space station he and the clones are stationed in.
Fett’s brother introduces himself with some Mandalorian name but graciously tells Doom to call him Spar. No one explains his baby face.
The little bit that’s Fett’s kid clings to his…uncle? but peers around happily as they go through the recently cleaned walls of the space station.
“Jango and I had a friend who ran a space station,” Spar reveals, pulling the kid up by the arms to swing him around. “So this is kind of nostalgic.”
Doom grunts. “...Reminds me more of Kamino.”
“Oh, kinda!” the kid says excitedly. “Is there seafood here?”
Doom bites back a laugh. “Not really, there are very few places on Ringo Vinda proper that have seafood anyway.”
“Oh.” Poor kid seems disappointed.
“We’ll get seafood when we go visit Rama,” Spar tells him, which gets the kid’s energy back up. Then he gives Doom a canny look. “Is there an arcade?”
Doom twitches; it’s the favourite place of the shinies to take their leave, here, while most of the officers prefer to go down to the planet or to procure some…services, up here. “...There is.”
“Do you want to play some games with me, Boba?” Spar asks the kid.
“Yeah!” And then the kid looks up at Doom. “Are you going to play with us?”
“Yeah, Commander,” Spar echoes, grinning at Doom. “Are you going to play with us?”
Doom is starting to suspect that General Fett might be the wrong Fett to be scared of.
(I’m accepting clones to subject to Spar for a while.)
