(49 replies, posted in Creative)

Back again.  Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2

Slave I came out of hyperspace opposite Taris’s orbiting platforms incase the New Republic had also set up a base in this system.  Fett’s remote detonation of the seismic charge took out the dreadnaught and disintegrated the pursuing Headhunters, but it also did a lot of damage to his own vessel.  The rear deflector shields took nearly as hard a hit as the dreadnaught’s hull.  Fett’s high power antenna, mounted on the back of Slave I, took considerable damage.  Also, one of the power generators was off line.  Speed was cut by 30%, and if another fire fight was in Fett’s near future, he wouldn’t be able to keep the weapons charged for long.  At least the sensor jamming unit was still operating. 

Hope Danthon can get me out of here quickly.  Fett had dealt with Kesh Danthon several times in the past.  He ran a small time smuggling operation on Taris’s wastelands.  His headquarters was in a cavern created by the fallen buildings.  The hanger was perfectly hidden, nearly imposable to find unless you knew where it was and what you were looking for. 

The red glow subsided from around the forward viewport as Slave I entered the atmosphere.  Fett brought up the coordinates of the base and punched them into the auto navigation system.  As Slave I passed through the clouds on its downward course, Fett noticed something in the seemingly endless plain of broken rubble.  A landing pad. 

The black top of the pad made it visible from a great distance.  Fett again took manual control of his ship and put it on the deck, flying around and just above the great piles of debris and gutted atmosphere scrapers.  A scan of the area showed enough life signs to populate a fair sized settlement.  Gaps in the rubble allowed Fett an occasional glimpse at the area around the pad.  It was surrounded on three sides by ruin.  But to the south, a good degree of reconstruction had taken place.  Mostly smaller buildings under five stories, and there appeared to be clusters of warehouse like structures concentrated in the further reaches of the settlement. 

If Boba Fett had been the kind of creature who succumbed to such emotional fluctuations, he would have been shocked.  He had never heard of any major development projects under way in this whole system.  Since his ‘death,’ it had been harder to get information.  But he had enough trustworthy sources left that he should have heard about this.  Taris was a dieing city when it was destroyed.  Why would anyone be interested in it now?  First a New Republic base on Bandomeer, and now this.  What’s going on in this sector?

With a new settlement so close, the likelihood of Kesh Danthon still running his operation here was about nil.  But with Slave I in its current condition, Fett decided to take the chance.  Even if Kesh was gone, he probably didn’t have time to strip the facility when he left.  There should be enough spare parts and gear lying about that Fett could make short term repairs.

After a fairly short flight, Fett approached the hanger.  He gave the clearance code, but as he expected, got no response.  The entrance to the hanger was difficult to see, even for someone who had been there before.  However, Boba recognized several of the crushed buildings in the area and the unique way they had fallen.  Using them as landmarks, he quickly pinpointed the hanger’s location.  Three great buildings once surrounded what was now the smuggling base.  Two of the buildings collapsed strait down, leaving a pile of rubble to the north and west.  The third building was split in half, with its northern side falling over the rubble of the first two, creating a cavern.  Somehow discovered by Kesh Danthon, he dug a crooked entrance between the still solid foundations of the first two buildings.  Being crooked prevented a passing ship from seeing into the hanger.  The opening was more than large enough for a small starship to fly into, but the overhang from the third building’s wall made the entrance difficult to see from the air. 

The hanger was totally dark.  Turning on Slave I’s navigation lights, Fett could see that it was empty.  He piloted Slave I to the repair pad, which was on the far side of the hanger.  As soon as the primary systems had been shut down, Fett disembarked and commenced getting things in order.  First, he located the hangers control room and turned the power on in the repair station.  He then commenced turning the base inside out looking for the required parts to repair the damaged power generator.  Fortunately, the base had a backup generator.  Fett was able to scavenge enough parts from it to repair Slave I. 

As midday came around, Boba had just completed hauling the scavenged parts from the generator room into the repair shop.  The shop, which was in the same corner as the repair bay, was surrounded on two sides by the hanger’s eastern and southern walls and on the northern and western sides by workbenches.  The western benches didn’t extend all the way to the northern side, which allowed access.  There, Fett set about modifying the scavenged parts for use on his ship.           


“Base control, this is Scout 5, over.”

Sure didn’t know about this place.  I’ve seen this ruble form some weird stuff, but nothing quite like this. Corporal Drada and his three troopers entered the growing darkness of the hanger’s cave-like entrance.  Whoever flew in here knew exactly where he was going; it’s hard to see until your practically walking into it   Must be some kind of hideout or supply catch.

“Base Control, this is Scout 5; come in.”  Some kind of interference is killing our comm-links.  Idiot   I should have sent someone back to base for reinforcements   Too late to think about that now; got to check this out.  If I don't do it now we might never find this place again.  A ship that size couldn’t hold many people anyway; we can handle this.

As the squad entered the hanger, they could see a glow coming from the far corner.  Blocking the light was the silhouette of the strange looking ship they saw fly into the cavern.   

Switching his combat visor to low light amplification, Drada scanned the hanger for any sign of life, weapon ready.  Satisfied that he wasn’t walking into a hive of smugglers or worse, the corporal split the team into two pairs.  Drada and the private at his side quietly moved toward the ship’s open loading ramp, while the other two went around the ship’s topside.  His A280 blaster rifle in firing position, Drada stepped onto the elevated landing platform that the ship was resting on.  Stopping next to the vessel’s starboard side, Drada gave his team time to switch their visors back to standard combat mode.  When everyone was ready, he gave the signal to move.  The corporal quickly moved around the hull and up loading ramp of the starship, while his partner kneeled down behind the ramp and covered the repair area.  Making a rapid inspection of the vessel’s interior, he noticed a military grade jet pack sitting in one of the passenger seats.  With no sign of the ship’s owner, Drada began to move back toward the exit. 

“LOOK OUT!!!”  The yell from one of Drada’s troopers was quickly followed by several rapid blaster shots.  As he ran to the exit, he saw his partner jump to the repair shop side of the loading ramp. 

Drada slowed down as he stepped off the ramp and scanned the repair shop for targets.  “What happened ?” 

“I don’t know ”  The private was in a kneeling position next to the ship’s portside wing, his back against the strange ship’s curved hull.  “I heard the shots, and when I got around the ramp they were down! ”  In front of the private were the two other members of the squad, sprawled on the dirty hanger floor in front of the repair shop entrance.   

“Take it easy, private.  We’ve got to take this guy out.  Cover me ”  The pair slowly walked toward their fallen comrades, blasters leveled toward the workbenches.  Just before reaching the bodies, Drada gave a hand signal to halt.  Kneeling, he reached into his belt pouch with his off hand while the private stood guard. 

As the corporal was reaching into his pouch, the private took a quick glimpse at one of the fallen troopers.  For the first time he noticed where his squad mate had been shot.  “HE’S BEHIND US!!”


The top of the landing pad that Slave I had landed on was made up of removable panels covering a pit.  These panels, which are designed to be removed from inside the pit even if a starship is sitting on them, enable a mechanic to work on the underside of a vessel.  The only panels that can be opened from the outside are those around the edges of the platform. 

Giving the edge panel he had been hiding under a shove, Fett emerged from the pit.  With only his upper torso exposed, Fett fired two quick shots from his E-3 blaster rifle at the young trooper who had wheeled about in his direction.  The corporal, who was still reaching for something in his belt pouch, swung his blaster around and fired a wild shot in Fett’s direction.  The muzzle of Fett’s blaster had already turned on the corporal.  Just as Drada’s blaster bolt streaked past its target, Fett fired a well aimed shot into the corporal’s upper chest.  The powerful bolt from Fett’s modified blaster burned through the corporal’s protective vest and knocked him onto his back.  Mortally wounded, the corporal was only able to roll onto his left side away from his attacker. 

Fett stepped out of the repair pit and checked the other downed troopers, kicking away their weapons.  Keeping his blaster pointed at the still moving corporal, he made a quick check on the private.  The man had died instantly, with the first shot striking him in the throat, and the second burning through his heart.  This New Republic and I just don’t seem to get along, thought Fett as he tossed the private’s weapon in the direction of Slave I.  Standing, he moved toward the corporal.  Looking down at him through the T-Visor of his helmet, Fett used his boot to kick away the dieing soldier’s blaster rifle.  “Nothing personal, trooper.  You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

Gaging and barely able to talk, the corporal looked back at Fett.  “Yeah, same to you.”  With that, the corporal limply rolled onto his back, an armed fragmentation grenade slipping from his left hand.       

Without a moment’s hesitation, Fett lunged toward the repair shop and jumped over the nearest workbench.  As he sailed through the dimly lit air, the entire hanger suddenly glowed white.  The force of the explosion reached Fett just as he crashed down on the floor.  The workbench closest to the grenade didn’t have a back, and a shower of splinters flew through it.   Fett’s upper body was covered by a stronger, metal backed bench, but his legs were ripped by burning grenade fragments. 

Bold move, trooper.  You almost got me.  Fett rolled onto his back as the smoke cleared.  When he looked at his legs, he became deadly serious.  He was unable to move from his waist down.  The amount of blood flowing from his right leg indicated that an artery may have been cut.  “Maybe you did get me.”   

Grabbing a piece of electrical wiring from the floor, Fett tied it around his leg as tightly as he could.  Slinging his blaster across his back, he started to crawl toward Slave I.  Clawing his way through the open backed table, the pain started to set in.  As he passed what was left of the New Republic troopers, he noticed his vision was getting dim.  Halfway to Slave I’s loading ramp, Fett could feel shock from blood loss setting in.  Through force of will, he managed to pull himself onto the repair pad and reach the ramp.  As he tried to drag himself into the ship, the last of his strength left him. 

After all I have survived, this is how it ends; in a forgotten hole on a forgotten world.  Well, I’ve cheated death my whole life.  Guess it’s time to pay up.  Ready for the inevitable, Boba Fett closed his eyes for the last time.

Then he felt someone role him onto his back.  Opening his eyes again, Fett looked up to see a dirt smudged face staring back at him. 

“Hang on.  I’ll see what I can do.”  The stranger then stood and ran into Slave I. 

The only thought Fett could manage as he closed his eyes and darkness overtook him was, not another partner.

Sev Fett wrote:

I reject your reality and substitute it with my own!

lol; something like that


(26 replies, posted in Fans)

Valthonin wrote:

1. Luke's ROTJ green Force FX lightsaber (from my girlfriend big_smile )

2. 9 of those Star Wars Saga Collection figures from my brother to add to my collection smile (Rebel Honor Guard, Clone officer, Han Solo on Bespin torture rack, Imperial Scout Trooper, and 5 Arc troopers....if anyone was wondering)

3. Master Replicas Scaled Boba Fett Helmet (From my dad)

4. X-Box 360 (From my grandfather)

5. Halo 3, Oblivion and Assassin's Creed (Uncle)

6. The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles: The War Years on DvD (younger brother)

7. Clothes

Will you adopt me???   PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


(11 replies, posted in Serious Geeking)

Adeptus_Astartes wrote:

He must, eventually, But i think it would be awesome if he was in space combat and there was a weird explosion and when it cleared there was nothing left, no debris, nothing. It could be like some anomaly, and you wouldent know what happend to him big_smile

Kind of like where I left it in my FanFic, Return of the Mandalorinas, in my last post  smile (anybody reading that anymore??)

If you are, you'll find out what happened to him soon  (not dead yet  wink )


(26 replies, posted in Fans)

Lord Revan wrote:

1. Black Lambskin Leather Jacket

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. . .   Black leather!   Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice!

draco fett wrote:

I don't hate Jango

You don't?!?  Ok, if you say so. . .

But you HAVE called him an idiot and a coward.  Those are the two points that I contest with you

About grabbing for Mace’s lightsaber instead of shooting him; yeah, dumb move.  Yet another case of bad writing, I think.  We know Jango fought and killed several Jedi, so we can assume he’d know to shoot first when given an opening like that.  Since that IS the move the damn writers AND Lucas chose to give him, I interpreted it as a move made out of disorientation from just being run over by the Reek.

I’d rather just pretend it didn’t happen that way and reshoot the whole thing in my mind   tongue


(1,125 replies, posted in General)

Hey Terra;  glad you decided to post after all   smile

((You know; but in case anyone else was wondering; I'm a guy, too   tongue ))


(26 replies, posted in Fans)

besides a couple gift cards to the local entertainment shop and some ammo, nothing I wanted  ;[

Although, I should have a leather necklace with a bronze amulet coming in the mail  smile  It’s like a little Spartan shield from the movie 300 with the Spartan chevron on it


(36 replies, posted in General)

In the third book of the Han Solo Trilogy, Rebel Dawn, he's portrayed as having VERY good hand-to-hand skills.  He took out a very skilled Rebel body guard without really trying. 

As to what is and what isn't canon; I look at the starwars.com database for the facts.  Everything else in the EU I take with a grain of salt, and depending on whether I like what I read   tongue


(65 replies, posted in General)

That's also true; if it was susceptible to incoming fire or (as I could easily see it doing; which is another reason not to have it) banging against the back of his helmet every time he hit the deck, our favorite bountyhunter would have been vaporized long ago


(65 replies, posted in General)

Been wondering about the leg armor thing.

How much protection does the flightsuit provide??  It’s like a light armor or heat resistant mesh, right?  How much is he really losing without the plates?? 

I’m sure the suit alone isn’t nearly as good; but maybe he figures it’s good enough that he can save the weight

(anybody know how much the armor plates are supposed to weigh??  If they’re actually really light, this argument is over; he just feels he doesn’t need them)

PS  I agree with A_A; good point about the missile.  Looks badass to me for some reason, but it's really WAY too tall


(11 replies, posted in Serious Geeking)

I think when the authors are done with Boba, he should just disappear into the Unknown Regions or into Wild Space like Revan, giving no more explanation then he's looking for a new challenge; leaving his fate to speculation and our imaginations. 

Probably the best end for him I can think of   (if he must end)


(737 replies, posted in Role Playing)

Ralin slowly cruised the air-lanes above Coruscant. 

“Hawk, access Clan records for any dealers of Mandalorian weapons and armor here on the capital world.”

Hawk’s droidspeak affirmative and the short list of dealers that followed was broken down instantly by Drakus’s universal translator and the text was scrolled across a corner of his helmet’s HUD.

“Hmmmm. . .  Not much to choose from; which is closer?”   

“*The closest is located in one of the older sections of Coruscant; just a few minutes travel from here.  There are reports that the dealer also supplies lower level contracts for bountyhunters.*”

Ralin took a moment to study the report on the weapons dealer.

“We’ll try him.  Don’t think he’ll have a contract worth our time; but he might have some valuable Intel on Skywalker’s activities.  Lay in a course.”

“*Coming up*”   

The Blood Hawk banked sharply and increased speed as it moved towards it’s new destination.


(36 replies, posted in Dialogue)

Adeptus_Astartes wrote:

Like me!

You're not active;  you're hyper-active!  (at least here)

I need to waste WAY more time here if I'm supposed to come even CLOSE to matching that!  wink


(36 replies, posted in Dialogue)

All hail the active members!!!   (I'm considered active now, right?  tongue )


(12 replies, posted in Fans)

Merry Christmas to all the Mando's out there!  Whether they're here on BFFC or lost out there waiting to find this place


(737 replies, posted in Role Playing)

(Since we’re making clarifications about our ships (and since V_M didn’t answer my PM), thought I’d add some points that I left out about my armor and my ship, the Blood Hawk.

My armor has sound sponges like the one used by Boba Fett in one of the Han Solo Trilogy books.  When activated, I don’t emit any sound when moving, despite the heavily armored boots and armor.

Also, I do have an astromech.  I took an R2 astromech brain and installed it into my ship’s main computer, making the entire ship essentially a droid, like a Basilisk War Droid only smarter.  I routinely talk to the ship/droid, and refer to it as Hawk. 

The Hawk’s modifications have been focused on combat.  Hyperdrive is only a decent 1.4 

Most of my credits have all been sunk into the 6 light, long barreled, high velocity Mass Driver rifles, which have a limited travers, allowing the Hawk and it’s bolstered targeting computers to automatically adjust the weapons line of sight onto a turning/speeding target

The armor has been beefed up even more then the already good standard defenses to repel anything that penetrates the two-tier double shielding

The two proton torpedo launchers have been replaced with two guided missile launchers (ie the or a latter equivalent to the missiles Jango used in Ep. II)

The sub-light engines and manuvering thrusters have been upgraded, allowing top speed and maneuverability equal to that of the original Virago

And I think that’s it; anything else I think up I’ll just save for the next RPG tongue

How bout it, V_M??  This ok?  Too late??  I’ll delete this or move it to an edit on my original post if you like.

P.S.  Hey Mandalorian Assassin!!  Where are you!?!  Been waiting for you to do something before making a move.  You still in this?? 

---Ralin Out )


(12 replies, posted in General)

Hadn't thought of that one; good point!

Love the red gauntlets

Ralin Drakus wrote:

I would wield two blades like my Revan on KOTOR, a blue one in my right hand and a red in my left

Since everybody is getting specific, thought I'd add a little detail.

Each saber would have a long grip, enabling two handed use if I prefer using only one; like a Medieval hand'n'half sword.  Narrow but sturdy build.  Black metal with thin black leather padding below the fucus dials with stainless dials and accents.  Blades would be a little longer then average.  Blood red jem at the pommel (the opposite end from where the blade extends from).


(1,125 replies, posted in General)

Hey BountyOne!  Good to have you.

Been here about a month myself, and haven't been off yet  tongue

You'll have plenty of help with any projects you work on; costume/armor builders, artists, writters, and anything else you need are all here somewhere and most all are willing to help (like to think I'm a writter myself). 

Can't wait to see you on the message boards!

Welcome to you too, Mandalorians for life!  (still love that title and av.)

I don't think he's as good as Boba either; I'm just confused at why people nit-pick (yeah, I like that phrase) over the little things Jango did wrong.  My biggest complaint against Jango is that he doesn't use his blasters properly.  None of the Jedi he faced was using 2 light sabers, meaning he that if he sent a burst of rapid fire at either Obiwan or Mace he should have taken them down without much trouble (I don't care how good you are with a light saber; you can't block more then one bolt at a time for long, especailly if they're well spread). 

This stuff about "he used 2 rockets" and "his armor is too shinny" seem to me like lines that are being thrown around to justify some other reason for not liking him.  Don't know what that could be, as he seems like an interesting character to me, and he and the battle at the end made an otherwise boring Ep. II for me. 

Jango didn't jump onto a hover skiff with a Wookiee, Han Solo, AND a Jedi, but everybody still loves Boba (including me, even though it was a really stupid thing to do).  You (yes, I mean you, Draco) could pin the "idiot" tag on Boba for that one, and it's really a much more stupid move then using 2 wrist rockets.

If you guys hate Jango because he brought light to a formerly dark and mysterious character, fine.  But lets start giving the real reasons for Jango hating.

JeDiEd28 wrote:

If i was a Jedi i would have a dual lightsaber with mix of two colors Black because of boba fett and Gold because the making of starwars is a gold winning honor

What does black have to do with Boba?  It's not his armor.  You mean his character/personality??


(1,341 replies, posted in Dialogue)

'Mandalorians for life,'  gotta love that!!!  Nice name!

Nice Av., too!


(64 replies, posted in Fans)

Anything wigh Bruce Willis


(13 replies, posted in Film and Television)

Mandalorian Assassin wrote:

I also think Jar Jar should've gone the way of the dodo...he's incredibly frustrating...Why did they have to delete that scene?

Probably because Lucas know's Jar Jar was one of his greatest mistakes, and he doesn't want to admit it