What Are the Odds? (You're a Lucky Boy)
Aira-ty walked down the sanitized corridor on the Kaminioan city, looking out at the wind driven rain as it buffeted Tipoca City. She hated this planet. It rained too much, like it was always crying. Still, as a place to raise her son Boba with Jango it wasn't too bad...and they never lacked for anything, save perhaps friends for Boba...not that Jango seemed to feel that Boba needed them. He was so intent on their son's training that Aira-ty sometimes felt that Jango forgot that Boba was her child too. Looking back from the endless rain she turned her attention back to the corridor as she came around a corner. She frowned and stopped, her sensitive ears picking up what sounded like the sniffles of a child.
Was that Boba? Her eyes narrowed as she followed the sound. If one of the Cuy'val Dar had hurt her son again she was going to thrash the responsible party within a millimeter of their life! She'd promised Jango she wouldn't kill any of his hundred man team while here, but that didn't