Last Expectancy

by Shadow of the Night

Rating: teen
Tags: Dark, Other, Romance, Octavia, Sex, Random, Crossover, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1785

The last thing you expect to feel when you're going to get revenge is...

Boba Fett has contracted a disease from an unknown planet. On the verge of death, he decides to secretly have himself perfectly cloned in the same way his father did to get him. The result? Manda Fett, a boy who is trained by his father, but doesn't know why Boba is almost dead. When Manda finds out, and learns of the planet where the disease was made, Manda dons his father's armor (albeit with slightly different colors), picks up his blaster, learns the ways of the Dark Side, and when Boba dies, Manda heads to Equis to seek revenge.

CANCELLED DUE TO LACK OF INTEREST.

Published 2013-06-23 15:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-06-23 15:40:02 UTC

Last Expectancy

6/22/13

Boba Fett was old now. He had accomplished much in his life, but now, he was ready to follow in his father's footsteps. As he landed on Kamino, he walked toward the main building of the cloning complex. When he entered, a Kaminoan walked up and asked, "Is there any way I can help you, sir?"

"I need to be cloned. Can you do that?"

"Yes. Yes we can."

"Make sure he's perfectly cloned, got it?"

"Yes, sir."

Twenty years later...

Manda Fett, the secret, cloned son of his father, Boba, had found a new world: 'Equis'. Even so, he had fallen in love.

"Ready, dear?"

Manda turned to see his love interest. The mare was a cyan color, had a rainbow mane, and was a Pegasus. Manda replied, "Yes."

The two crawled into bed.... and began to have...

Nine months later...

Manda was proud. There was going to be a baby. Even so, he hasn't married his love interest, who had actually been married. The husband was also there at the hospital, but wasn't happy at all. "You've brought us down into the dumps, Manda! How are we going to raise another baby?! Fuck you!"

"I don't care."

"AAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The two angry males turned around to see the baby filly emerge from the womb. Manda was proud when he saw her. The filly was certainly female, had rainbow hair, wings, and most importantly, had the eyes of her father: Wonderul ro-

A buzzing noise emanated from Manda's pocket.

Then, a doctor walked up to Manda saying, "I'm afraid... That the mother hasn't survived... You have my condolences, sirs."

Manda was horrified, and saddened deeply.

The now-wifeless stallion fell into a rage, and screamed at Manda, "YOU SHIT! YOU'VE FUCKING KILLED HER!"

The buzzing noise again. Manda fought through his tears and fears, picked out the transmitter, and asked," What the unholy fuck is it? I'm very busy!"

Another voice said, "Manda, it's... It's Boba. He's sick. Horribly sick. We think he might be dying."

Manda was out of the hospital faster than anyone could have gotten out... Because he had busted through a window. He ran to his ship, the Slave I, and took off for Mandalore.

Two years later...

Manda couldn't stop crying.

His father, his loved, wonderful, brave father... Was dead.

Manda still couldn't get over it. It wasn't just the impact that his father was dead; Manda wasn't exactly a perfect clone, either.

For starters, he was larger and more muscular than his father. Manda also had different eyes, and was always
very horrifically annoying and dumb with his decision-making. He was also taller.

Even so, it had been three days after Boba had passed, and Manda was waiting for the autopsy. He failed to notice the pathologist in front of him until the pathologist said, "Mr. Fett?"

Manda shot up and said, "That's me. What happened? Why did he die?" Manda managed to keep his tears in him as he braced for it.

Then he got the answer no one would have expected.

"Your father died due to what appears to be a biological weapons strain of disease."

"WHAT?!" Manda snapped as his sadness was replaced by rage. "WHO DID THIS?! WHERE DID THE WEAPON COME FROM?!"

The pathologist began to shake. He had never seen someone so angry before, and any encounter he could have remembered paled in comparison to Manda's animalistic wrath. "It seems to be from a planet called... Equis... Sir... PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!"

Manda's mind stopped entirely. Equis? He thought... No... It can't be... Yes, it has to. Someone let out this weapon to kill my father. Manda found his voice and asked, "Are you... Are you sure, doctor?"

The pathologist felt calm wash over him. "Yes... Sir."

Manda's hands curled into fists as he said "Thank you", and stormed for the door of the morgue.

"Where are you going, Fett?"

Manda didn't even turn as he said, "To find who did this to my father."

Manda headed home, and when he got there, he couldn't help but look around as he entered the living room.

It was a furnished room, with a very nice, comfortable red couch in the center. The table was made of oak, which had been Boba's favorite wood and tree. The T.V. was state of the art, and took up a whole wall of the bright green room. The floor was Mandalorian tile; tough enough to be hit by a rocket and remain undamaged. There was a table with several pictures of Boba, and some with Manda.

Manda didn't care now. He headed to his room, which was entirely bare except for a red bed, and got into his closet. In it was Bobba's armor, a sort of hand me down from Boba to Manda. It was the last gift Manda's father gave him before his death. Manda had colored it blue along the arms, modified the jetpack to be stronger and carry more fuel, and had also changed it to suit his more bulky frame. Besides that, it was basically the same legendary armor of Boba Fett. As Manda donned his armor, he heard a voice behind him say, "Are you Manda Fett?"

Manda snapped around, and saw the figure that had spoken.

It was in a black cape that covered its face. However, it was extremely pale, had bluish yellow eyes, and seemed to be at least one-hundred standard years old. Every part of its body was horribly wrinkled, and when the creature stool it's cape off, Manda could see that the creature was a Human; a horribly withered, fragile-looking Human.

"Yes, that's me. Now, leave me the hell alone."

"I am not your enemy, Manda. In fact, I am your ally."

"I have no allies."

"I sense you seek revenge, Manda. Join me, and I will teach you the ways of the Dark Side of the Force."

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

"Yes, Manda. If you join the Dark Side, you will be able to gain revenge for all of your lifetime. I know your father wielded a light saber, even though he had no skill with the force. Not to mention, we have cookies."

"I'm not damn interested in cookies." Manda said as he finished suiting up. He turned and began to head for the garage to reach Slave I, when he heard the Dark Jedi say:

"Your father would have wanted you to join the Dark Side."

Thirteen years later...

"Manda, your training is... Complete." Darth Shadow said.

He was right. Manda had gone through thirteen years of training. Manda bowed in front of his master, and when he got up,he said, "I have no interest in the Dark Side. I just believed that its abilities will help.", pulled out his blaster, and shot his master in the face.

Darth Shadow fell, his face still smoking from the blaster bolt that had killed him. As Manda walked over his master's body he said, "I just wanted to learn you powers. I can control myself." With those departing words, Manda headed home, rigged up the Slave I, and took off for Equis.

"Wow."

Manda could think of no other word to describe the surface of Equis. It was beautiful, with several mountain ranges, massive oceans, and herds of gigantic bears. Even so, Manda needed a place to land. "Computer, where would be the best place to land?"

"Inhabited."

"Then the best place would be a town called 'Ponyville'."

"Give me the coordinates."

Coordinates went into Manda's HUD.

"Thank you, computer." Manda said as he began his slow descent down to Ponyville.

Three hours after Manda's arrival...

Manda was resting at a bar. It seemed to be the only place where that pink pony would stop harassing him, thank The Lord. As Manda recuperated from the amount of aggravation and harassment he had received, he heard...

Music,

And not just any music. It was a beautiful, harmonious melody that reverberated off the walls of Manda's soul and of nature itself, obviously not from the bar. After a few seconds, Manda noticed three massive, drunk stallions get up and say, "Celestia damn her, she's at it again!", as they stormed out of the bar. Manda followed them, but to find the source of the music. Manda lost the stallions, but he switched to using his ears, and he began to hear voices.

The first one was a female voice, saying, "What are you doing? Get off!"

The second was one of the drunk stallions. "We've warned you enough, you whore. Now we destroy your sack of shit that you use to make 'music' with. Billy, are you ready?"

"Uha, uha." Billy responded.

Manda stepped out of the shadows, and got a clear view of where the music was coming from.

The instrument was a double-bass that must have cost over one-hundred thousand bits. The player seemed to be a mare, who was being harassed by the stallions. Manda ran forward as he yelled, "Fuck off, or pick on an asshole your size!"

The stallions turned to face Manda, and laughed. The one that seemed to be the leader said, "Oh yeah! Fucking blow me, you stupid pri-"

Manda got into the stallion's face, and picked the foul creature up by its flabby neck. The stallion struggled desperately as it began to die due to lack of airflow, and fell unconscious. Manda threw the fat drunk's body into the distance, faced the remaining two stallions, and said, "Next!"

Billy dropped the double-bass, and charged at Manda first. Manda grabbed him by the leg, twisted it so that it faced upwards, and pulled out Billy's tongue for good measure. The other stallion ran in, and head butted Manda's crotch area, only to shriek in pain as his skull cracked when it came into contact with the Mandalorian Iron.

And like that, it was over. Three maimed stallions, one stunned mare, and one unscratched Mandalorian.

Manda walked over to the mare, and picked up her double-bass. "Sorry for the mess. I just didn't want you to get hu-"

Manda's brain froze again as he made eye contact with the mare.

She had fantastic purple eyes that shined as brightly as the sun, an amazing black mane, and even a little vest with a bowtie, which Manda found funny. Even so, he couldn't speak. The mare was so... so... beautiful.

All the mare could do was take her double-bass from Manda and say in a shaky whisper, "Thank you."

Manda's neurons began firing again, and the first thing he asked was, "What's your name?"

"I am... Octavia." The mare said, obviously afraid.