Ok, this is the chapter that introÃ¢Â€Â™s Boba. Hope you all like my interpretation of his character, and feedback is always appreciated.
Two years latter
It was good to be in command Slave I again. The low hum emanating from the custom MandalMoters engines, the feel of the cockpit and its controls. Though he would never admit to having such emotions, Boba Fett truly had a strong personal connection to the ship. He had grown to manhood behind these controls.
Since losing the vessel over Tatooine two years ago after a nearly fatal encounter with that young Jedi, he had used several different vessels. Slave II, a Pursuer-class patrol ship once used by Mandalorian mercenaries in times past, had served as his primary vessel for roughly the last year. It was a decent ship, but it couldnÃ¢Â€Â™t compare to Slave I. The years of modifications and upgrades made to Slave I had created a ship in his own image; fast, efficient, and deadly. No other ship would ever truly replace it. Dengar, FettÃ¢Â€Â™s partner since he found Fett dying in the Tatooine dunes, had Slave II in the Oseon system for a little time off with his wife.
Too bad I canÃ¢Â€Â™t just tell him to keep Slave II and go his own way. The galaxyÃ¢Â€Â™s belief that he had died two years ago had come in handy, however, and Fett wasnÃ¢Â€Â™t ready to throw away the advantage. Slave I, a unique and exotic design, was nearly as famous as its owner. Dengar was also useful for some menial tasks, like arranging contracts with clients Fett didnÃ¢Â€Â™t trust with the knowledge of his survival. Therefore, he decided to have Slave I put into storage. When came to Ã¢Â€Â˜return from the dead,Ã¢Â€Â™ he could reclaim it and pick up his career as the galaxyÃ¢Â€Â™s best and most famous bounty hunter.
The collector who had purchased Slave I from the Alliance - The New Republic, I should say. Still canÃ¢Â€Â™t get used to that thought Fett, never had the nerve to enter the vessel. Rumors about Slave IÃ¢Â€Â™s security systems had scared off most buyers and reduced the price to almost nothing. The only buyer with the guts to purchase Slave I hired a moving crew to transport the ship via freighter to his home on Toprawa. There, he had it placed inside his beachfront villa as a new piece for his collection of strange artifacts. Not wanting to ruin the belief that he was dead, Fett infiltrated the villa and took Slave I back rather then trying to bargain for it. In any case, Boba Fett is not the kind of creature who buys his own property.
Wonder how many credits it will cost to repair that hole in the roof, pondered Fett. It had been the most difficult infiltration for him in some time. The security had been tight. A communications jammer prevented him from simply contacting the shipÃ¢Â€Â™s navigational computer and remotely flying it out. He suspected that the collector must have a less then legal means of supporting his craving for rare and exotic items, considering the level of security systems employed. Formerly employed, Boba reminded himself with mild amusement.
As Slave I dropped out of hyperspace, the planet Bandomeer raced into view. As Fett kicked in the sub-light engines, he set course for the orbital stationÃ¢Â€Â™s parking hangers.
How much more boring can this get?
Lieutenant Surran and his two wingmen were halfway through their patrol shift. With all thatÃ¢Â€Â™s happening in the galaxy, command sticks a whole garrison here on Bandomeer; about as far from the action as you can get. And I get stuck here watching them. Surran banked his X-wing to the left, keeping to the predetermined flight plan.
Suddenly, SurranÃ¢Â€Â™s comm unit broke through his mental grumbling, Ã¢Â€ÂœBlue flight, this is Beta control. A ship has just entered your sector. Its transponder codes appear clean, but our initial scans show that it resembles a ship reported as stolen from Toprawa. You are to intercept and detain. An assault team is being preped and will board the vessel when you have stopped it. Green flight is also scrambling and will assist if necessary.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœRoger that Beta control; moving to intercept.Ã¢Â€Â Lieutenant Surran slid his blast visor into position over his eyes. Ã¢Â€ÂœBlue flight, this is Blue leader. Move to attack formation three; and charge up your ion cannons in case this barve doesnÃ¢Â€Â™t want to cooperate.Ã¢Â€Â Bout time we got something to do.
Boba FettÃ¢Â€Â™s masked gaze snapped to the threat indicator that had suddenly come to life. X-Wings? What are they doing in this sector? Three of them were coming straight for him. As Fett considered prepping his weapon systems, his sensors picked up five more fighters coming from what appeared to be a new hanger on the space station.
Ã¢Â€ÂœUnidentified vessel, by authority of the New Republic, you are ordered to stop and prepare to be boarded. Failure to comply will re. . .Ã¢Â€Â Fett switched off his comm unit. He them performed a bottom-over-top loop that 180Ã¢Â€Â™ed his course in the blink of an eye. I donÃ¢Â€Â™t have time for this. Too much Republic activity here to safely store the ship, anyway. What are they doing here? Pushing Slave IÃ¢Â€Â™s throttles to the max, he began setting new hyperspace coordinates. As the navi computer processed the destination, Fett looked up in time to see a large warship drop out of hyperspace directly in front of him. A light indicating an incoming message from the dreadnaught prompted Fett to turn his comm unit back on.
Ã¢Â€Âœ. . . and after that, you miserable thief, IÃ¢Â€Â™ll have your skull mounted in my TROPHY ROOM!!!Ã¢Â€Â
So, the collector really was angry about the hole in the roof, thought Fett. He aborted his jump to hyperspace and made a sharp turn to his left. As he did so, the number dots on his sensor screen grew larger as the Dreadnaught launched its own fighters. This makes things a little more interesting.
Who the hell is that?!? Ã¢Â€ÂœBeta control, this is Blue flight leader. An unidentified warship has just dropped out of hyperspace and appears to be pursuing our target; how shall we proceed?Ã¢Â€Â Lieutenant Surran watched as the dreadnaught turned in response to the smaller shipÃ¢Â€Â™s maneuver.
After a few seconds, the control station responded. Ã¢Â€ÂœBlue flight, this is Beta control; new orders incoming. The larger vessel has been IDÃ¢Â€Â™ed as a pirate vessel. More friendly units are on the way. Hold position until reinforcements arrive.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœAcknowledged, Beta control. Holding position.Ã¢Â€Â Surran and his flight pulled back on their throttles and turned onto a parallel course with the dreadnaught. Five old but still common Z-95 Headhunters left their mother ship and streaked after the fleeing vessel. Their using their ion cannons. WhoeverÃ¢Â€Â™s in that dreadnaught, he must want that guy alive. Poor bard doesnÃ¢Â€Â™t have a chance.
Lieutenant Surran was about to contact control and ask if he should assist the fleeing vessel when it again made a 180 loop.
Ã¢Â€ÂœIs that maniac attacking?!? Ã¢Â€Â called one of SurranÃ¢Â€Â™s wingmen.
Ã¢Â€ÂœKeep the comm clear, two. But yeah, I think he is.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœWhat is that thief up to?Ã¢Â€Â Zan MizÃ¢Â€Â™var, pirate and collector of unusual items, squinted through the forward transparisteel viewport of his flagship as he tried to make out what his latest purchase was doing. Then he saw the red bolts firing from Slave IÃ¢Â€Â™s laser cannons. In the seconds that it took for Slave I to pass the pursuing Headhunters, it destroyed two of them. And rather then turn away from the oncoming dreadnaught, Slave I kept coming right at them!
Ã¢Â€ÂœLock on with our turbo lasers and fire LetÃ¢Â€Â™s just call it a bad investment and end this.Ã¢Â€Â Zan was not pleased with the order, as Slave I was an excellent addition to his collection, and a bargain at that. However, watching the craft coming at him sent shivers down his spine. He had been a follower of the late Boba FettÃ¢Â€Â™s career. No living creature in this galaxy can fly Slave I that well. Too many of the systems were voice coded. The only one who could be at those controls is . . . But thatÃ¢Â€Â™s imposable. Maybe Fett had a partner nobody knew about who was familiar with flying Slave I. Still, is it really imposable?
The panicked voice of ZanÃ¢Â€Â™s tracking officer cut into his thoughts. Ã¢Â€ÂœSIR The target has dropped from our tracking sensors; we canÃ¢Â€Â™t get a lock! Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœCheck your system, find the problem now,Ã¢Â€Â Zan ordered. He looked back out through the view port as Slave I cut loose with its lasers on the DreadnaughtÃ¢Â€Â™s forward shields. Heading strait for the larger shipÃ¢Â€Â™s bow, Slave I came incredibly close to a collision. It dove underneath the dreadnaught just before striking it. Zan turned from the view port to his tracking officer. Ã¢Â€ÂœWhere did he go? Ã¢Â€Â The officer could only give a befuddled shrug.
ZanÃ¢Â€Â™s second officer was also looking through the forward transparisteel port when Slave I disappeared from view. Still looking toward the shipÃ¢Â€Â™s bow, he pointed out the view port, Ã¢Â€ÂœWhatÃ¢Â€Â™s that?Ã¢Â€Â
Zan looked and saw a small cylindrical object slowly sliding across the forward shield. Ã¢Â€ÂœThatÃ¢Â€Â™s a seismic charge, SHIELDS FULL FORWARD, PREPAR FOR IMPACT!!!Ã¢Â€Â
The shield control officers quicklypushed the proper levers all the way and watched as the forward shield indicator lights went bright green. Ã¢Â€ÂœForward shields at maximum, Sir!Ã¢Â€Â
Looking again at the canister shaped device, Zan and the command crew braced themselves for the coming explosion. A moment later, the device continued to harmlessly bounce along the shield as the dreadnaught moved under it. It was a trick!
His gaze darted back to the shield status board. Zan felt a knot tighten in his throat when he saw the aft quarter shieldÃ¢Â€Â™s indicator light was a dim yellow. Ã¢Â€ÂœEQUALIZE THE DEFLEC . . .Ã¢Â€Â ZanÃ¢Â€Â™s words were cut off by a shuddering explosion. Slave I had fired a full salvo of Dymek missiles into the rear quarter. Ã¢Â€ÂœGet the deflector shields equalized now Ã¢Â€Â
The panicked defense officer looked to Zen. Ã¢Â€ÂœSir, our shield generators were overloaded by that last attack, all our deflector shields are off line!Ã¢Â€Â
Zan, doing his best to compose himself, looked back to his young lieutenant. Ã¢Â€ÂœTracking, itÃ¢Â€Â™s up to you. If you can get a lock, we can blow him to atoms!"
The tracking officer was nearly in tears. Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™m sorry, sir. HeÃ¢Â€Â™s jamming us somehow! ThereÃ¢Â€Â™s nothing I can do!!Ã¢Â€Â
Then itÃ¢Â€Â™s true. Only Boba Fett could do something like this. Ã¢Â€ÂœWeÃ¢Â€Â™re in over our heads. Plot a course back to the station.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœThere he is; to port!Ã¢Â€Â shouted the second officer. Ã¢Â€ÂœOur fighters are right on him Ã¢Â€Â
Zan looked over his left shoulder out the bridgeÃ¢Â€Â™s portside transparisteel viewer. He had assumed the surviving fighters had been destroyed by now. There were only two now. Slave I was heading strait at the dreadnaughtÃ¢Â€Â™s bridge, the fighters right behind it.
As Zan watched Slave I pass less then a couple meters from where he stood, his eyes were caught by the fake seismic charge. It had drifted right up against the bridge, and a red light was starting to blink on it . . .
Lieutenant Surran and his wingmen had just joined with their reinforcements when they saw the explosion. It engulfed the whole of the dreadnaughtÃ¢Â€Â™s bridge where the two Z-95s and the ship they were pursuing apparently collided with the larger vessel. When the flash and flying debris subsided there was no sign of the smaller vessels. The dreadnaught, its hull breached and exposed to the vacuum of space, was breaking up.
SurranÃ¢Â€Â™s wingman again came on the comm unit. Ã¢Â€ÂœWhat happened?Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœNot sure.Ã¢Â€Â Surran continued to study the Dreadnaught as it lost structural integrity. Ã¢Â€ÂœLooked like the smaller ships ran right into the bridge.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœSure seems weird, that guy looked like a serious pro. Hard to believe heÃ¢Â€Â™d 'accidentally' run into something like that; and at least one of those fighters would have pulled up.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœYah, well, he pulled some close ones back there. Guess he just ran out of luck; and the explosion must have fried the Headhunters to. Come on; letÃ¢Â€Â™s get over there and see if anybody got out.Ã¢Â€Â