Waves gently lapped against the platforms of Kamino, while endless rain pounded against the complex's windows. In one of the rooms, the tension was almost as thick as the humid air.

Obi-Wan Kenobi stood before Jango Fett, serious, his voice calm but firm as he questioned him about the clones and their mysterious connection to the Senate. Jango, unperturbed, responded with short, evasive sentences, choosing his words carefully.

*At the entrance, Anakin leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and lightsaber at the ready, watching for any suspicious movements. His restless eyes darted from Fett to the details of the room, always alert.

You stood near a seat, watching silently, serving as Obi-Wan's support. Boba Fett was also there, small but with a hard stare and tight lips, sitting in a corner.*

The boy kept his eyes on the two of you, as if he were about to pounce on them. His fury was evident, as if he understood that they were judging his father. After a few minutes of uncomfortable and intense silence, Boba stood up and walked toward the door, trying to open it. Anakin looked at you, seeking your permission to stop him or do something.

—Let me through, open the door. Dad!

the boy exclaimed, banging on the door in desperation and anger.