Soundtrack a Fett Film? That's like one of my dream jobs!
Theme song: The Sentinel by Judas Priest. Open to the sleek Slave I, and a battle as Fett drags the merchadise through a gauntlett to get to his rig. Pan the bodies left and right, then cut to Fett at the helm, hard merchandise in the lock up, sweating the fate to come. No one escapes the retribution that is Fett. Only a fool would stand between him and what is 'his'.
First Full Appearance in the den of some crime lord somewhere, bounty in tow, about to get his payoff: I want your Money - the Flying Lizzard's version
He is contacted by one of his information brokers, and hired by a mysterious client. He begins the hunt: Enter the Sandman - Metallica
Complications ensue. Several rivals are after the hard merchandise and the merchandise themselves are not without resources and friends: The first mix up: Up to the Limit by Accept
He is contacted by his info broker. There's a snag. Something not right about the intel, pay a visit to the client's agent of inquiry: Dancing on your Grave - Motorhead
He sweats the agent, figures out the real deal, makes another contact , and is off again. Someone attacks him on his ship while in flight - Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit.
The attacker is a spy with a moderate bounty. He locks them up and keeps on trucking. He's closing in. He travels to the lair of the hard merchandise, has a space battle with some pirate scum that get in his way (just because he HATES pirates) and dusts a few low level hunters trying to hone in on his glory and threaten the mission (by breaking the bounty hunters code): Freewheel Burning - Judas Priest
He corners the bounty, but before he can make the score, he must fight a battle on two fronts against his rivals and the prey's 'friends'. Good thing he came prepared. Then again, he's Boba Fett, he's ALWAYS prepared. - Bodies - Drowning Pool
He drops the bounty on a skypad high above an overindustrialized planet. Below are steel gray clouds so thick they remind him of permacrete. Cold winds blow around him but never touch his skin. He holds fate and justice simultaneously in the grip of his fist, but this never stains his soul. He hands over the merchandise to a nameless, faceless emissary and turns back to his ship, the distance between the stars, and the solitude of deep space - Sun by Halford.
Last edited by Ursula (Thursday, July 27, 2006 6:38 pm)