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He could remember his birth. A man's voice chanting a long forgotten language, slitting his own wrists to give him his life blood, pooling into the small shallow grave and turning small bleached white bones red. He then pulls his small wailing, dirty but whole, body from the ground to be cradled by firm arms.
His joy was infectious, making him giggle and smile without teeth at the man. This man, who wanted to be his family. His new father smiled, and bundled him with a green silk cloth, until only his tan head was visible, bald for the time being.
"My sweet little Boba," his father said, relief and joy mixed in his voice, overshadowing his grief.
Jango prayed to the manda that this near forgotten ritual would work. All it took for him to be called away by Taun We to check on the CC's, leaving his son with Nala Se. Dred Priest used that opportunity to convince Nala Se that Jango wanted him to look after his son. Nala Se agreed and left, maybe to her labs, Jango doesn't care.
Priest had gutted Boba, even bragging it to Jango, once he arrived back at his blood filled apartment. He bragged about how his clone squealed and wailed as he slowly peeled the layers of skin away before carving into the soft belly fat. He said it took him an hour.
Jango stunned him, and when Dred awoke, started the same process as what he did to his son. Only this time, it took him five hours. Once he had Dred's guts spilled, he grinned down at the still alive man before slitting his throat.
Jango then decapitated Priest and carried it around as a trophy. The Kaminoians were, as always, disgusted by his brutal methods. The Cuy'val Dar had sneered at Dred's head, calling him a coward, with the non-Mando'ade even agreeing. The Nulls, the only Clones to understand that their little big brother had been mutilated to death, had mourned for their little big brother.
The ritual was deemed immoral, and has mostly been forgotten, save by a few clans. Jango was lucky that his birth family was one of the clans that stayed true to their roots.
Jango smiled, brushing away some dirt on Boba's cheek. He cradled his son close to his chest, not seeing how Boba's eyes flashed silver as he walked back to Slave I to return to Kamino.