I knew the strange man was trouble even before I knew his name. He wore brown robes and had a red beard and hair that went down to his shoulders. He asked to see Father, and for a minute I was fooled by his silky voice. But then he started asking strange questions about Father's clone army. The clone army is Father's pride and joy. Every single soldier was modeled after his cellular structure.
"Your clones are impressive," the man said.
"Thank you," Father replies.
"Do you ever travel to Geonosis?" I glance from the red-haired man to Father.
"Sometimes," Father says. "Not very often."
"Anytime... recently?" I look at both of them again. The question hangs in the air like a threat.
After what seems like an eternity, Father casually replies, "No. Not recently."
Finally, the man leaves.
"Pack up your stuff, Boba. We're leaving," Father says, breaking the silence.
"Where are we going?" I ask, confused.
"Geonosis."
