Boba Fett
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GUYS SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT LOL
there's just been so much going on, hope y’all understand. )))
Boba Fett dipped out of hyperspace, feeling an almost relieved feeling. Everything had gone to plan, solo had showed up, and for some reason Darth Vader had also come to bespin. Han solo had been placed in the Carbonite freezer, and was now safely stowed in the Slave I's cargo bay, as an inanimate block of Carbonite. Boba Fett had come into orbit over tattooine, and after doing a preliminary scan to make sure there were no unseen enemies lurking around, waiting for him, he flew k to tattooine's musty atmosphere.
As Boba Fett's ship sailed over the seemingly endless dune sea, a large palace came into view. It was a powerful hutt's fortress, and a center for bounty hunters and lesser crime bosses seeking money and other things. Boba Fett had been hired by Jabba the Hutt to capture solo, who owed Jabba a great amount of money. Boba Fett eased the shop down onto landing pad, and opened his cargo door. One of jabbas guards, a fat ugly gammorean, came up to Boba Fett with a pike staff. "I'm here to see Jabba." Boba Fett said. The guards looked at each other, and grunted stupidly. Boba Fett walked past them, pulling the slab of Carbonite along with him, helped by repulsive lifts built into the metal housing of the block. Boba Fett brought the slab j to jabbas courtroom, and every head turned to look at him. Jabba, in his deep, oily voice, rumbled, "aaah, Fett. You have brought the package. Good job. You never fail me, Boba..." Boba Fett acknowledged this with a tiny head nod. "Just give me the credits," boba Fett said. "Let's make this quick." He turned towards the ugly twi'lek, Bib for'tuna, who handed over a large bag of credits. Bib for'tuna bowed, his yellow tinged eyes looking at the floor. Boba Fett walked out the door, and boarded Slave I. Another job done, he thought to himself, as he took off into the sky.
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Darkness.
That was what Boba Fett saw. It was also what he felt. Alone, isolated, left in The dark... Just the way he liked it. It helps him work better... And it calms him down. It was almost like the old Jedi belief. Relationships, and attachment, will slow you down. Let go of what you're afraid to loose. Obviously, Boba Fett is not a Jedi, those loonies were long gone. The idea of there being an all-mystical force, binding the galaxy together, was highly unbelievable for Boba fett. Maybe even laughable. True enough, Boba Fett has seen some things that he couldn't possibly explain, if he had ever wanted to, but he refused still to believe in this "force". Boba Fett lay on a cot, a simple pillow on his pilots seat. Blankets were never called upon, for his ancient mandolorian armour had a soft layer of cushioning within. Although it was only energized armor designed with a durasteel alloy, it was quite suitable for Boba Fett. As he lay on the cot, staring through his jet black T-shaped visor. Slowly, and tediously, sleep took over him.
Boba Fett awoke the next morning, slowly opening his eyes. The sun was shining through his viewport. Boba Fett felt safest in his ship, Slave I. getting up, Boba Fett gazed upon the sight of Coruscant. Boba Fett was here for an assassination strike, on someone by the name of Proximus. Boba new little about him, apart from the fact that he was a former imperial royalty officer, being hunted down. Boba Fett didn't need to know anything else. During boba's employ under Darth Vader, nobody had supplied him with even why they were looking for solo. Boba never asked questions. What good would they do? Nothing, that is. Boba stood up. Walking to the door of the cockpit, the pressed a button, and the door whizzed open. Walking to his gun wall, he pulled down his EE-3 Blaster rifle. After inspection, he placed it down. His target would meet a grisly fate today. -
Boba Fett had spent a whole day camping out his target. Proximus was a well respected man on the outside, but few knew of his true identity, running engspice to various underworld systems. Boba Fett despised people that had anything to do with spice. The next morning, he would put a blaster hole through proximus’s skull. Boba Fett sat on his pilot chair. Soon enough, sleep took him once more.
and he dreamt. He dreamt of the crashing, churning waters of Kamino, the closest thing he had to a birthplace. He dreamt of his father, jango fett, and flying the Slave I with him. He dreamt of his fathers death, that Jedi fool slicing his father head off, sending the head and helmet flying away from the torso… Boba Fett had been hired to kill several Jedi warriors in the past, as to avenge his fathers untimely death. In his sleep, his hand clenched into a fist. He would avenge his fathers death. One day. But for now, he had a job to do.
He awoke the next day to a dark, gloomy sky, and there were droplets of water on his viewport. The weather didn’t greatly affect Boba Fett, but it might keep his target indoors. That would be a problem. Boba Fett took the remaining pieces of armour from the pile in the corner of the cockpit, and attached it to his body. His jet pack and rocket launcher snapped onto his back armour plate. He fastened his utility belt around his waist, and snapped his blaster pistol into his side holster. He stood up, and walked out his door, and pressed a button to open the access ramp. Boba Fett stood outside, and held up a mini data pad. It had all the targets Information on there, and that included the targets house. Boba fett walked, through the rain, and walked along the stone sidewalk. He reached the tall, elegant building, the Senate apartment complex. Of course, the senate was no more, but it had been renovated to a more luxurious area. According to the data pad, Proximus lived in the forty-seventh floor. Boba Fett activated his jetpack and flew up to the fourth-seventh floor. Finding the correct balcony, he took out an electronic sequence code popper, designed to run through every possible combination of code and open the door once it found the correct one. A moment later, the little machine gave a beep, and the door hissed open. Boba Fett lifted his blaster cautiously pointing it into dark corners as he stepped in. Turning on his helmet mounted flashlight, he looked around. That’s when he noticed the blood. Someone had died here.
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