Dec 22, 2025
I'm cackling! He's doesn't give a fuck. Bitch, Jango is dead and he isn't my father!
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I'm cackling! He's doesn't give a fuck. Bitch, Jango is dead and he isn't my father!
She continued on as if she had prepared this speech for days. "And how much strength do you think it requires to keep your spirits high when everything you've spent a lifetime building . . . that your parents and grandparents spent a lifetime building . .. can be destroyed by the decision of someone too far away to touch?" She paused a moment. "And men like you." It was his turn to bristle. "Men like me protect you." "From other men like you." He might have taken offense at that, but instead he felt a bit sad, realizing that Sheeka was not as different as he had thought. She was just another outsider after all. "No. Men like me don't start the wars. We just die in them. We've always died in them, and we always will. We don't expect any praise for it, no parades. No one knows our names. In fact, by your standards we have no names at all."
The Cestus Deception
Jango Fett's comphet relationship
I'm crying! Nate doesn't give a shit about her feelings. Jango Fett is dead, bitch!
Pussy so bad Jango staged a raid so he'd never have to see you again
Sheeka interrupted his thoughts. "You told me what the army says about Jango. But there is always more than one way to look at a story, right?" "Yes." "So there are other people, who say other things." Of course there were. Always. He had heard their snide comments, had watched their eyes narrow and the corners of their lips turn down when a clone trooper passed. "Yes," he said. "And what do they say?" "What do they say? That he was a criminal, a bounty hunter, an assassin, a traitor to the Republic." The snidely whispered words echoed in his ears, and he found himself slightly annoyed just to remember them. Had he no original thoughts of his own to offer? "It is our duty and honor to erase his stain."
The Cestus Deception
He thought about this for a few moments before answering. "What would I have to do to be more like [Jango]?" She looked him up and down, from his spit-polished boots to his chiseled face. And her smile softened a bit, grew more contemplative. "Not be afraid of being human," she said. "Not be so scared of feelings. He rarely showed them, but he had them. Not be so scared." Nate bristled. What in the world was this woman prattling about? "I'm not scared of anything." She barked laughter. Despite his anger, he admired its clarity and timbre. "Bantha spit," she said. "I've been watching you and your brothers. You're afraid of everything. Of saying the wrong things. Feeling the wrong things. Probably of dying in the wrong position. There it was. Thank the cloners that troopers had no such prejudices! "You don't know anything about my life, or my death. Of course, that never stops civilians from judging, does it?" The last emerged as something very close to a snarl.
The Cestus Deception
I think Obi-Wan might be referring to Siri Tachi here.