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Nowadays, Jango did not care much about the Jedi anymore, he had to admit it. He knew they were not really responsible for their confrontation, only the enforcers... zealous, ruthless, and almost divine enforcers. However, he still resented them for slaughtering his people, and he had made it clear: no Jedi interference in his reign over Mandalore would be tolerated.
The Jedi did not intervene on planets ruled by tyrants far worse than Jango, so they had no legitimacy to come and complain or try to overthrow him. If they left him alone, he would do the same. A simple and effective mutually beneficial arrangements.
Today, he had almost achieved his goals. After two years of fierce fighting, he and his clones were in the process of completely reconquering Mandalore from Death Watch and destroying them all. They were the ones he hated the most. The ones who had taken his Omega and their unborn child from him.
Ben had not deserved this, he had not deserved to die so young from a bomb intended for Jango. There had not even been a body to mourn, everything inside the building had been pulverized, and Jango had lost his companion just after finding him. It was on that day that he decided to stop hiding and trying to rebuild his life alone, and chose to return to his people to avenge his partner and unborn child and make Mandalore what he and his father had always wanted for their people.
They had almost succeeded. There were not many pockets of resistance left, and those that remained were generally exiled. Jango and his clones had won. They knew it, and everyone else knew it too.
His demand for no Jedi had been respected as far as they knew, until the day a ship bearing the seal of their cursed Order crashed in the barren desert around Sundari, the temporary capital of his reign. He had sent men. Sure, he did not think they had deliberately sabotaged anything to land here with a good excuse, but he would be cautious.
If they were suspicious, he would show no mercy.
Two people were brought to him by Bacara and his men, an adult Lasat and a young human teenager. Both were in a less than stellar condition. Not that he cared, though.
He motioned for them to speak, keeping his helmet on just to make them uncomfortable: strangers never liked not being able to look them in the eye.
"Greetings, Mand'alor Fett, I am Jaro Tapal. Your son and I are seeking refuge and beg for your hospitality."
"… what?"
"By an unfortunate coincidence, Jabba the Hutt believes we were involved in an attack on him, and I doubt we can make it to Coruscant alive without help. The bounty hunters on our trail are... determined."
"I have no Jedi son," he finally replied, because the rest did not seem so far-fetched and could easily be verified, but this lie was something else.
He was lying and trying to manipulate him, and Jango was not going to let that happen. He was about to have them thrown into the most unpleasant cell he could imagine, asking Neyo for advice because Neyo was really good at that, when the Lasat asked in confusion:
"Aren't you Jango Fett?"
"I am."
"Then yes, you are the Alpha parent of my Padawan. His Omega parent has clearly identified you."
Jango was not interested in one-night stands, too risky. And he had not slept with any Omegas or aliens who could have his children since Ben. That dream had died with him.
"What are their names?"
"Master Obi-Wan Kenobi."
"I know no one of this name."
Once again, the Jedi seemed more confused than frustrated or uncomfortable that his deception had failed, and turned to his quiet student, a redhead who looked tiny in comparison and remained in the background. The two seemed to argue for a few seconds before the child took something out of his pocket and reluctantly handed it to his guardian, who slowly approached the nearest clone.
"This man."
Jango only looked because Cody had already looked while walking and wanted to be absolutely sure, and he felt the world stop. A few images flashed across the small screen. A young man with a huge belly, the same young man in a hospital bed with a newborn in his arms, the same handsome man again with an older baby on his lap, still him with a child who was gradually growing up and standing proudly next to his carrier in matching clothes...
Ben... with this boy. His boy. Their son.
Ben... Ben had survived. Ben was a Jedi. He had not come back to him but had run away with their child.
This child.
A beautiful red-haired boy with blue eyes, Alpha like Jango, with eyes full of defiance and mistrust.
The relief of realizing he had survived was almost immediately overshadowed by rage. He had stolen his child! How dare he?!
A firm cough brought him back to the present. The Jedi Master had encouraged the boy, Jango's son, to come closer to him, and his clones were watching him closely. He had to pull himself together.
"You will find refuge here," he replied without any emotion in his voice: apathy was preferable until he had had time to process everything.
He approached, this time fully aware that his own son was concerned about his reaction... and yes, given his previous reaction, which had been perceived as an unfounded denial of his responsibilities, he could understand.
"I knew your Omega parent by another name," he explained without apologizing. "I'm happy to meet you. What's your name?"
"Cal, my name is Cal, with a C," the redhead finally replied when Jango encouraged him to answer by handing him his photos, not knowing how deeply satisfied Jango was that his son bore a traditional Mandalorian name, regardless of the spelling.
While looking at the object, he had already made a copy, so he could return these to his... son.
"Rest, I'll make sure you're safe."
He gave a few precise orders in Mando'a and watched them leave under close escort. They were guests... but he would make sure they could not leave. He intended to get to know his son... and bring his Omega back to him. He deserved an explanation and had no intention of continuing his life without the one he had mated with.
It's time to come home, darling.
And this time, Jango would make sure he stayed.