Star Wars Boba Fett "No Time Left"

Chapter 1 "The scary man of few words"

Chapter 1

"The scary-man of few words"

My name is Boba Fett. I'm a galactic Bounty Hunter, and I'm pretty darn good at my job. My reasons: A: My dad was the best bounty hunter in the galaxy before the Clone Wars. And he gave me the best tips. B: I don't have any real competition in bounty hunting business. Well, scratch that. One person. Cad Bane.

But he was locked up in the Republic Jail, after he tried to hold Chancoller Palpatine hostage but was stopped by the blasted Jedi.

I had run into Bane before on a few jobs. One time we nearly killed each other on a mission, only to have another Bounty Hunter, Korssk, brother of Bossk, take advantage of our argument on who found the target and who collected the bounty, and got the target from right under our noses.

But I was 14 then. Now I'm 17. Bountys just keep coming at me, and I have a hard time doing all of 'em.

Business now is doing good, partly because the Republic and Seperatist war is at its highest peak. So they are distracted and don't have enough time to deal with us. It made me mad whenever I thought that.

I wanted to make a name for myself, a better one than I already had: the scary man of few words. Not the best name, right? I want the Republic to fear me. I want EVERYONE to fear me. I wanted the Republic to throw an army at me. I would kill them all in a heart beat. Then they'd send those Jedi scum, the council. Then I could kill that slimy coward Mace Windu, and avenge my father.

My ship landed, and my thoughts died instantly. I snapped back into reality. I had landed at my destination, the planet of Balnab.

My target: take out the BUR leader.

Stupid name. Balnab Underground Rebellion. The planet was locked in a war with an army of Weequay pirates. Weequay vs. Balnabs. Two of the most dumbest, idiotic, and pure STUPID species battling each other. However, the pirates got enough money for me to come in and assist them.

As I exited my ship, Slave 1, the Weequay pirate leader, Hondo Ohnoka, came forward to greet me.

"Ahhhh, Boba, good to see you," said Hondo in a hearty tone.

"I don't have very much patience today, Hondo," I replied.

"Oh, well ok then, you can just be that way, unsociable and grumpy," said Hondo, sounding hurt.

"You can ride this speeder bike that I have so GENEROUSLY provided for you," said Hondo, gesturing at an old, battered up BARC speeder.

"I'd rather walk", I said flatly.

"You infuriate me," shouted Hondo.

"Your father must have taught you what makes me tick," said Hondo.

I didn't answer, just inched my finger nearer to the trigger of my modified E3 blaster rifle, making sure Hondo could see what I was doing.

"Well, good luck," Hondo said clapping his hands together.

"I programmed the coordinates into the speeder. Sooo...... Class dissmissed," said Hondo walking away.

I hopped onto the speeder, and zoomed away to the coordinates.