Chapter 2

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Boba entered docking bay 327, and saw Slave I. His ship; no longer Jango's. Since he was young, he'd always felt there was something special about Slave I. He loved how it looked, how it flew, how it felt to be inside it. He remembered when he was little, begging Jango to let him come along for the ride. Boba smiled slightly under his helmet as he remembered the few times he'd proclaimed his want to live on Slave I. Boba's smile grew cynical and ironic. He'd gotten his wish, hadn't he?
Boba sat in the pilot's chair, then reached into his pouch and brought forth the datadisk he'd gotten.
"All right. Let's see what you've got." He said to the disk as he inserted it into his computer.
The CorSec insignia appeared onscreen, and then it exploded, only to leave behind the image of the official he'd spoken with.
"Ok, Fett. The name of your bounty is Gat Tobelia. He's wanted for murder and thievery. He used to rob the houses of the people he killed. He was going to go on trial in a few weeks, but he escaped recently, and ran to Hutt space. That is out of our jurisdiction. We need him back for trial. But we don't want the people of Corellia to know we've lost him. And the Hutts can't know that we're the one's who hired you."
The man faded out, only to be replaced with fact-file on Tobelia.
With a small nod, Boba started up Slave I, and typed in the coordinates for Nar Shaddaa. As he jumped the ship into hyperspace, he felt the familiar stomach churning that came with the spinning stars. He leaned back, taking off his helmet. Boba allowed his eyes to grow unfocused, and watched the stars coming at him. He always loved the dizzy feel he got from it. Like he was lost in a swirl of nothing and everything at once. Like he was surrounded by the elements and there was no one but him. Stars and ship. Thoughts and memories. Lost in a whirlwind of spinning stars.




Boba kneeled, watching the battle that taking place. Droids, Geonosians, Jedi… All together fighting each other. He watched as his father rocketed down, and fought with the Jedi Windu. He watched in horror, knowing what was to come, and yelling to stop it, yelling at his dad to jet back up to him before the reek trampled him, yelled at Windu to stop. But nothing he did could stop it. Nothing he did ever could. He couldn't even close his eyes against the sight of his father falling, headless...
"Beep! Beep! Beep!"
Boba jumped, "No!!!!"
"Beep!"
Boba stared at his control panel and then slumped back, groaning. "I hate that thing," he mumbled as he turned off his alarm. Boba shivered, and hugged himself, leaning forward slightly. Why did he have to sleep? Why did he have to dream? Why? If there was one thing in the entire galaxy he feared, it was his dreams, his nightmares. Not even killing Windu had put a stop to them. Boba glanced around the cockpit, trying to find something, anything to ease his mind. Instead, his eyes fell upon his helmet. With a cringe, Boba looked the other way, only to see the black book, which was not a book, sitting on the control panel. Angrily, he left the cockpit, and headed to his room, seeing his reflection in the metal walls, seeing the armor that he wore. Without another thought, he was taking off his armor, and letting it fall to the floor, piece by piece. Soon, all he wore was a simple flightsuit and his boots. But even that didn't help, for when he next saw his reflection, he saw Jango... not Boba. With a snarl, Boba turned off all the lights onboard Slave I, not caring that he couldn't see. For as long as he couldn't see, he couldn't be reminded of Jango. But not even blindness helped, for he could still hear the humming of the ship's engines, the feel of Slave I flying through hyperspace, the layout of the ship he loved so much, the ship that was once Jango's. Boba trudged along to his bedroom, memories flying through his head. Memories of younger, better times. Memories of when Jango was alive. Boba collapsed onto his bed, and buried his head in his pillow, attempting to drown out the memories.
"Go away..." Boba pleaded. "Just go away!" After a shuddering breath, he continued, "Please... Just sleep, nice restful sleep... just once… no interruptions..."




Boba groggily shifted, feeling the softness of the bed, and the blankets around him. For a moment, in the darkness, Boba thought he might be dead; floating in the middle of some timeless afterlife. But he didn't remember dying. After several moments of confusion, Boba suddenly realized. He'd fallen asleep! And in his bed, instead of the pilot's chair for once! Boba stretched with a yawn, shocked at how good he felt. He stood, amazed that it didn't really hurt to stand up like that, that his head didn't hurt anymore, that his eyes felt normal. Boba went to the 'fresher, and looked at himself in the mirror, hating his face, for it was Jango's face, a face that brought bad memories. Though, to his surprise, he looked better than he had in a long while. Slowly, Boba reached a hand up, up to the scar on his face. It wasn't very big, just a cut along his right cheek, starting near the corner of his eye, and slanted down towards his mouth. He ran his fingers over its uneven ridge, before letting his hand drop. He was Boba Fett, greatest bounty hunter ever, or at least he would be soon. If his face had scars, then who would care? He always wore a helmet; no one ever saw his face. And if they could, who would care to? No one cared, least not about him.
Feeling dejected, Boba heard his own voice echoing off the walls, "If I'm living in a galaxy where no one cares about me, then what point is there in even caring about myself?"




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