1 (edited by John Rot Duart Wednesday, June 28, 2006 4:38 am)

Topic: T-shaped Visor (this poem resembles his helmet when centered)

T-shaped Visor



A red light flashes on the dash of Slave I,
warning of the completion of the hyperjump.
The creature sitting in the captain's chair is a human,
though few people living actually know that for a fact.

He wakes from something closer to meditation than sleep.
His hands move with precision to retake manual control.
It has been done so many times that he is nearly automatic.
It's time to go to work for the most notorius hunter known.

The vessel re-enters real space as the lines become points,
and the T-shaped visor moves slightly to watch the scanner.
Too early, but not by much, and always better than too late.
Time to take up a position at the far side of the third moon.

Scanners set to passive, awaiting the beacon from his quarry.
There it comes, announcing fear well ahead of a hastened flight.
Why do any of them persist in running from this unmatched man.
It's always an exercise in futility to resist him, by flight or fight.

With more markings on his armor than an astromech can count,
this huntsman has gained more experience than others imagine.
Raised first by his father, he inherited the trade and all it's tools.
After a battle took his father, Count Dooku himself finished him.

Just before finishing their calculations,
with no apparent sign of the hound on them,
the fugitives relax with a rising optimism.
They are nearly clear of the gravity well.

They never had any chance, of course, not in the battered old tug they chose.
Slave I launches like an silent owl from it's concealment of the night side.
The fools break away from their vector in a blind panic, but quickly lose the race.
The hunter fires the heavy cannons of his angled police cruiser at their ion drive.

The vessel's engines are hit and shut down from the sharpshooter's keen targeting.
It's a level of skill that only a handful of beings in the galaxy can lay claim to.
It's a common practise for this secretly force-sensitive but untrained dark-sider.
And it's only one of too many reasons that he's respected by even Lord Darth Vader.

"Be Like Boba."  J. R. Duart -2006
WWJD - What Would Jango Do?

Re: T-shaped Visor (this poem resembles his helmet when centered)

WOW!!!Great!!Welcome to the boards JRD!I'm happy to see someone like you here!Have a nice time on BFFC!! big_smile

"Your passions give you strength, and through strength you gain power. You have seen it, you feel it. You must break your chains."

Re: T-shaped Visor (this poem resembles his helmet when centered)

I still doubt that Fett is Force-sensative, but nice work.

take it easy baby take it as it comes

Re: T-shaped Visor (this poem resembles his helmet when centered)

Wow! That was cool! Nice poem!! I agree with DMC, its nice to have a Fett poet here!! big_smile
Enjoy your stay at BFFC!!! smile

TW

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Re: T-shaped Visor (this poem resembles his helmet when centered)

Cruisin' Mos Espa
In my Delorean
War's over
I'm a peacetime mandalorian

My story has stumped
Star Wars historians
Deep in debate,
Buffet plate at Bennigan's

Rhyme renegade
Sure to penetrate
First and second offense
I won't hesitate

Got a job to do
And Darth's the guy that delegates
Got something against Skywalker
Someone he really hates

I don't give a ****
I'm after Solo
For all I care
He could be hidin' at Yoda's dojo

Gotta make the money
Credit's no good
When the jawas run the shop
In your neighborhood

Think you can cook
I got a grappling hook
Let's make this quick
'Cause I'm really booked

I'm a devious degenerate
Defender of the devil
Shut down all the trash compactors
On the detention level

chorus
My backpack's got jets
Well I'm Boba the Fett
Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt
To finance my 'Vette

wicky wicky woo

Well I chill in deep space
A mask is over my face
Well I deliver the prize
But I still narrow my eyes
'Cause my time
I don't like to waste.

Get down

I'm a question
Wrapped inside an enigma
Get inside the slave one
Find your homing signal

From Endor to Hoth
Ripley to Spock
I'll find what you want
But there's gonna be a cost

See, my name is Boba Fett
I know my **** is tight
Start not actin'right
You're frozen in carbonite

Got telescopic sight
Flame throwers on my wrist
You still don't get the gist
Spiked boots are made to kick

Targets are made to hit
You think I give a **it
Yo mama is a ***ch
I see you in the Sarlaac Pit

You just flipped my switch
Integrity been dissed
You scratchin' on my itch
You know I shoot the gift

Got bambinas at cantinas
Waitin' to lick my lusty lips
So I'll let you get back inside
Your little space ship

Give you a head start
'Cause I'm the sportin' kind
Consider the starting line
The sneaky smile I hide inside

Hope you have hyper drive (drive)
pray to stay alive ('live)
Don't try to slip me a five
'Cause I never take a bribe

To the beat of a different drummer
Bad *** bounty hunter
Let no man put asunder
Or else they be put under

As in six feet
Got an imperial fleet
Backin' me up, gonna blow up
Any attempt to defeat

They gotta death star
Got four payments on my car
Hand it over to hammer head
At Mos Eisley bar

He used to carjack
Now he's a barback
Just goes to show how you can
Get back on the right track

As for me that's not an option
Can't say that with more clarity
Me going legit would be like
Jar Jar on speech therapy

Chorus
My backpack's got jets
Well I'm Boba the Fett
Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt
To finance my 'Vette

wicky wicky woo

Well I chill in deep space
A mask is over my face
Well I deliver the prize
But I still narrow my eyes
'Cause my time
I don't like to waste.

Get down

Slice you open like a Taun Taun
Faster than the Autobahn
Or a motorbike in Tron
Do the deed and then I'm gone

Jaba has a hissyfit
Contact Calrissian
Over a colt, the plan unfolds
No politic is legit

Back in the day
When I was a slave
Living life in the fast lane
Like in a pod race

My mean streak tweaked
I became a basket case
So this space ace
Split that place, poste haste

Took up a noble cause
Called the Clone Wars
'Cause life's not all about
Girls and cars

Getting ***ked up
In ****ed up bars
See, I'm not a retard
Or gay like de Barge

I'm large and in charge
With a face so scarred
A cold black heart
That's been torn apart

The Sith wish that they
Had a **ck so hard
'Cause it's long long ago
In a **ssy far far

Call me master, 'cause I'm faster
Than Pryor on fire
I no longer have to hot wire

I'm a hunter for hire
With no plans to retire
And all the sucka MCs
Can call me sire

Chorus
My backpack's got jets! (jets jets jets)

Well I'm Boba the Fett! (the Fett the Fett)

Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt, (Jabba Hutt Jabba Hutt Jabba Hutt)

...To finance my 'Vette (my 'Vette my 'Vette my 'Vette my 'Vette)


LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!HA,HA,HA,HA big_smile big_smile big_smile big_smile

"Your passions give you strength, and through strength you gain power. You have seen it, you feel it. You must break your chains."

Re: T-shaped Visor (this poem resembles his helmet when centered)

On the old boards, someone (I think that it was Maltese) creared a great Fett poem. If that person reads this, you sould post it.

take it easy baby take it as it comes

Re: T-shaped Visor (this poem resembles his helmet when centered)

Oh yeah!! I like that poem , John Rot! 

And thank you for posting the words for Fett's Vette, DMC---I never got the entire song downloaded, so at least now I know the words...LOL

"Train your sons to be strong, but your daughters to be stronger."--Karen Traviss, Bloodlines

Re: T-shaped Visor (this poem resembles his helmet when centered)

draco fett wrote:

I still doubt that Fett is Force-sensative, but nice work.

Ditto.

--Sadriel Fett (BFFC Moderator)
"I'm just a simple Fan, trying to make my way in the universe."

Re: T-shaped Visor (this poem resembles his helmet when centered)

You mean this one?

The blood on thy hands, the sores at thy feet. What man can age without a soul, what life can struggle without a heart? Reality is but the passing of age, time is just a word. They cower, they hide, what good does it do? All who would struggle, all that would cower, plead to beg and shudder to see, are but pawns to man with a soul as such. The blaster fires, the shot rangs out, a criminal falls to his feet. The blind can feel his passing by, the deaf will just back away. For a man such as this, a demon or saint, holds power to grasp thee. To bind and shackle, cage away, to sign away your life. I pray for those innocents, that would cross his path, and those that would hold a knife and thrust it forth. Not long lived are they. This man, this being, this demon or saint; is a creature called Fett you see.

I'll abdicate at the drop of a hat
(BFFC Moderator)

Re: T-shaped Visor (this poem resembles his helmet when centered)

Wow, thanks.  Those are both awesome, and the rap will stand as the only flow that I care to know! lol

I've debated his Force sensitivity in the "Fett Unmasked" thread, where I also learned that he was only with Dooku very briefly.  Do you guys think that I should change that line, (of Dooku's care)?

"Be Like Boba."  J. R. Duart -2006
WWJD - What Would Jango Do?

Re: T-shaped Visor (this poem resembles his helmet when centered)

That was great Maltese!!!!Congrats!!!!! big_smile big_smile big_smile

"Your passions give you strength, and through strength you gain power. You have seen it, you feel it. You must break your chains."

Re: T-shaped Visor (this poem resembles his helmet when centered)

Incidentally, I dedicated that poem to Jason Wingreen, who did the original voice for Fett.  I searched for Wingreen's picture for a long time online, and finally got one by accident from somewhere in the first ten listings.  A recording came with it, "Put Captain Solo in the cargo hold."  Well, I'd have saved it and given it here if I'd been at home, but perhaps later.

"Be Like Boba."  J. R. Duart -2006
WWJD - What Would Jango Do?

Re: T-shaped Visor (this poem resembles his helmet when centered)

Maltese Kentaiba wrote:

You mean this one?

The blood on thy hands, the sores at thy feet. What man can age without a soul, what life can struggle without a heart? Reality is but the passing of age, time is just a word. They cower, they hide, what good does it do? All who would struggle, all that would cower, plead to beg and shudder to see, are but pawns to man with a soul as such. The blaster fires, the shot rangs out, a criminal falls to his feet. The blind can feel his passing by, the deaf will just back away. For a man such as this, a demon or saint, holds power to grasp thee. To bind and shackle, cage away, to sign away your life. I pray for those innocents, that would cross his path, and those that would hold a knife and thrust it forth. Not long lived are they. This man, this being, this demon or saint; is a creature called Fett you see.

Its a little dark for my tastes....*shrugs*....but its cool.

TW

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Re: T-shaped Visor (this poem resembles his helmet when centered)

Dark? I've written worse I suppose.

Anyway, nice work John.

I'll abdicate at the drop of a hat
(BFFC Moderator)

Re: T-shaped Visor (this poem resembles his helmet when centered)

Eh, dont be offended. I was just sayin.....

TW

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16 (edited by Darth Maul Clone Thursday, June 29, 2006 1:18 pm)

Re: T-shaped Visor (this poem resembles his helmet when centered)

Lol! tongue

"Your passions give you strength, and through strength you gain power. You have seen it, you feel it. You must break your chains."

Re: T-shaped Visor (this poem resembles his helmet when centered)

I wasn't

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(BFFC Moderator)

Re: T-shaped Visor (this poem resembles his helmet when centered)

ok, I just wanted to make sure........


TW

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Re: T-shaped Visor (this poem resembles his helmet when centered)

Nice poems and the such.

I thought that no Mandalorian could feel the Force, part of their seperation from the galaxy and the small gene pool that they sprung from.

I found this though:
After a thousand years on their new homeworld the five thousand original surviving colonists had grow to 5 million, but the small gene pool that they were all descended from caused the traits of the original five thousand to become magnified. Firstly the harsh conditions, and the feeling the republic had abandoned them became the foundations of a violent temperament that exists throughout the Mandalore. To counter this their civilisation became very honour driven formalising combat and battle to a point where it no longer endangers their entire civilisation. The fact that none of the colonists were force users or even force sensitive has become magnified into a strong resistance to the manipulations of the force.

They say that dreamers are an extinct breed. I say they're wrong.