The Fett Legacy

CHAPTER 1

I quickly landed the Revenant on the Mos Eisley landing pad. We had been attacked by Resistance fighters on our way to a first order dreadnought. They had severely damaged the hyperdrive, and we had to make an emergency stop on my home planet. My co-pilot and partner Zors Rass was frantically running through the cargo hold, trying to extinguish the flames. Luckily he was able to before the entire ship exploded. The Revenant wasn't a cheap ship. She cost nearly 40,000 credits, all of which came from the bounty of Avin Korra, a resistance spy.

"Ugh, I hate that Poe Dameron!" I yelled, throwing a wrench at the floor. He caused me nothing but trouble, ever since that night on Kijimi.

"Jetta!" Zors yelled from the cargo hold, interrupting my thoughts of Dameron.

"What?" I yelled back, attempting to repair some of the minor damages to the cockpit.

"When are we getting off this poor excuse of a planet? You know how I feel about Mos Eisley." He said, climbing the ladder into the cockpit. I turned to face him. His brown hair was disheveled and his face was dark and ashy.

"As soon as we can get the hyperdrive working again. That will be a long time; the people of Tatooine aren't completely up to date with this ship's technology."

"Oh," he sighed. "Your helmet is smudged with ash. You look horrible."

"You should see your face. And by the way, this poor excuse of a planet is my home," I told him, turning back around and tampering with the controls again. "Did you extinguish the fire yet?"

"Yes, my lady," he bowed dramatically and left the cockpit. I sighed and looked out the cockpit window into Mos Eisley Space Port. I hated this place. So many bad memories.

A few moments later, Zors and I exited the Revenant, but I told him to stay with the ship for now.

"Aw, Jetta? Why?" He complained, making the little pouty face he always made when he was upset.

"Listen, I just bought this ship; I don't want Jawas tearing it up. If you see any approach the ship, blast them," I ordered them.

"Alright, alright. Fine," he agreed, crossing his arms. "Where are you going?"

"To see if I can find someone who'll fix this ship for a decent price. Probably not, if you consider where we're at," I explained, leaving the landing pad. I walked through the sandy streets of the space port. I looked around and noticed a mother and her small child cleaning the outside of a building.

Slaves, I thought.

When the mother saw me, she grabbed her child and shoved him inside. She glared at me and said, "How dare you come here, you bounty hunter scum?" I reached for my blaster, but I stopped. It wasn't worth it. Besides, I know how being an orphan felt and I wouldn't wish that feeling on anyone else. I pretended to ignore her and continued walking. I saw a dealer sign on the side of another building and walked toward it. I knocked and a tall bronze droid opened the door.

"What?" He asked, blocking the entrance. T3-30. His droid.

"I'm looking for the dealer that lives here," I simply informed him.

"Name." He stated simply.

"Jetta Fett," I responded. He stared at me for a few seconds and then said, "We don't serve your kind here."

"Oh, how unfortunate. Well, I guess these 3,000 credits won't mean anything to you or your master."

The droid stared at me again and said, "Come in. My master will be here shortly." I followed him into the junky building. It had all sorts of strange knick knacks, junk and spare ship parts piled on shelves around the room. As I was looking around, I heard a familiar voice.

"Ah! Jetta! How good to see you again!"

It was my old business partner Lassio Darelian, fatter and uglier than ever before. It had been 15 years since I last saw him.

"Lassio." I said simply. "How did a successful business man from Coruscant end up in a ratty dump like Mos Eisley?"

"Well, you know. Things happen," he said in a gruff voice, chuckling and rubbing his moustache.

"Yes, they sure do, don't they," I said warily. I didn't trust him; something felt off.

"So what brings you back to this planet?" He asked, walking over towards me. He brushed his fat finger against my red helmet. I jerked away and said, "I'm here for a hyperdrive. Mine was destroyed by Resistance fighters."

"Hmm, hyperdrive. Let me look." He disappeared for a few minutes and came back, hauling a new one behind him.

"Like this one?" He asked maliciously, twirling his greasy moustache. I rolled my eyes under my helmet.

"Yes, how much?"

"Umm, for you, 60,000."

"Hah! You're joking?" I laughed. But as I looked at his face, he wasn't smiling.

"No, I'm not."

"I spent less than that on my ship! I'll find somewhere else then." As I turned to leave, he ran up beside me, and grabbed my arm.

"Wait! I can do 30,000?" He said hopefully.

"No. Goodbye, Lassio."

"Please, Jetta," he pleaded. "My family. They need food."

I turned back around and looked at him. I knew he was lying. He didn't have a family.

"You know, the First Order has a pretty big price on your head. Almost 60,000 credits."

"What? But, I- I would never do anything to anger the First Order!"

"Listen, if you just give me the hyperdrive, I'll forget I ever saw you," I threatened, fingering my blaster on my hip.

"Oh would you? Oh thank you, thank you!" He said, falling to his knees and crying into my cape.

"Okay, get off, get off! I yelled at him, jerking my cape away. He stood up, and wiped his ugly, grimy face.

"I'll get T3-30 to bring the hyperdrive to your ship," he said backing away slowly. T3 quickly dragged the hyperdrive out of the building. As I began to leave, I heard the sound of a blaster charging. I slowly turned around and saw Lassio pointing his at me.

"You know, the resistance has a high price on your head too," he smiled evily. "Now drop your blaster and kick it over to me."

I grabbed my blaster from its holster and put on the ground. While doing so, I armed the missiles on my wrist. I kicked my blaster over to Lassio. He picked it up and said, "Now, on your knees, sweetie." I got down and put my hands on my helmet.

"Take it off," he ordered. As I began to do so, slowly, I fired the the missiles at his neck. He looked at me, his eyes widening. His fat, dirty body fell over and he no longer moved. I walked over and grabbed my blaster.

I kneeled down beside him and said, "This is why you don't mess with Mandalorians, Lassio. Luckily, you're still worth 60,000 credits dead." I lifted his body and threw it over my shoulder. I walked out the door, smiling under my helmet.

None of the characters in this story, other than Jetta, Zors, Rosemary, T3, Rayef, and some other non-canon characters, are not mine, and are property of Lucasfilm and Disney. Enjoy.