Ba-toom! Ba-toom! “Damn this reched ship! I have one hour to leave this system and now my ship won’t even hover!”cursed ex-journeyman protector Jaster Mereel.
“Excuse me stranger”, asked a commoner. “Hey your Jaster Mereel! The one who was on trial!!” Jaster gave the man a dirty look. He didn’t like having people mentioning his trial. The only reason he had to go on trail was because he killed one of his fellow protectors. But his cause was just! What he did was right! The man he killed was corupted, he had deseved to die.
“Yes I am Him and I belive it is none of your business”, Jaster snarled.
“Excuse me fer ask’n but eh, shouldn’t you have been gone a whiles ago?”
“Your ignorance will be excused. I had matters to take care of before I left private matters. Now I only have one standard hour to get out of this system and my ship won’t start!”
“Well that is a problem now isn’t it? Eh, why don’t you take one of them transports that go to Courscant?”
Jaster gave him a dark look. “I’d prefer not to, to tell you the truth,” Jaster stared blankly down at the Control board. When he looked back up the man was gone.......................
5 years later.......
Boba Fett sliped silently and secretly away from his ship and through Mos Eisley space port. Everyone gasped and froze as the Mandalorian stormed into the Cantina. Inside the band was playing a lively tune, the dark smoke-filled hovered above Fett’s head. Most of the smoke was coming from a table in the corner at the table were two or three aliens, a Rodian, Talz, and a Wookie, playing cards. Fett pushed his way through the crowd and stuck the butt of his blaster rifle into the Rodian’s back. The Rodian dropped his cards and spun around.
“Th’no! Th’not now!” the Rodian cried in horror.
“Yes Now!” Fett demanded.“Or I’ll kill you right here and now!The Rodian now noticed all the others at the table were starting to get up there gazes locked onto Fett. They didn’t know who he was but they didn’t want to mess with him
“ Here’th take’th it and go!”the Rodian handed him a data pad. Fett stared at it then turned around and stormed out of the Cantina. Outside the Cantina Fett saw a human merchant selling swoops. Fett walked over to the human merchant.
“How much for a swoop?”Fett asked the merchant.
“Five thousand a piece,” replied the merchant in a casual voice. Fett looked the swoop over twice then looked back up at the merchant.
“How old is it?”
“Brand new. I’d say at this price someone should consider it a steal!”
“Fine I’ll take it,”Fett handed the merchant a bag of credits, hopped onto the swoop and sped toward his destination. After a standard hour Fett hand reached his destination, this palace of Zorba the Hutt. Soon the palace would become Jabba the Hutt Zorba’s son. Fett parked his swoop right next to the door. Fett entered a security code into the computerized door lock. The door lifted up and Fett was met by a Twi’leik.
“I must speak with Zorba now!” Fett demanded not wasting time. The Twi’leik looked at him as if he were insane, then an evil smile spread across his face. The Twi’leik turned and walked away Fett folowed him down a long hallway until they reached a large throne room. Inside was almost completely empty except a few Rodians and in the center of the throne room stood Zorba the Hutt the Twi’leik walked to his side then turned and faced Fett.
“I am Boba Fett a bounty hunter. I have heard you are in need of a bounty hunter and I wish to fill that request.”Zorba gave Fett a bemused look. Fett studied Zorba’s face, Fett read his face like a book. It was a look that said, what? This pathetic no-name bounty hunter wants to work for me? An evil laughter broke out and echoed down the great chambers of the palace.
“You wish to work for me????” by now Zorba was holding his side since he was laughing so hard. “Fine then. I will be sending you on what will probably be your toughest misson ever!!” Zorba handed Fett a data pad. “If you want to be paid I will need a log of it also,” Fett noded and left for his ship.................
"This sucks," Boba Fett sighed as he flew his swoop back towards Mos Eisley, "I have to get a cruddy job done for some pesimistic slug who probably is just looking for some action." His swooped zoomed through the gates of Mos Eisley and over to the cantina. Ah, good ol' Slave I. Fett thought as he eyed his ship that he was flying over to. About ten Jawas swarmed around the ship running there fingers along the metallic sides.Fett climbed off his swoop a unholseterd his blaster. He casually shot at the ground the Jawas were standing at and told them to leave.
"No! You stay!" he said motioning to one of them as the Jawas scattered, "How much will you pay me for this swoop? I'll accept no less than 55,000."
The Jawa immediatly agreed to it. Beneath his helmet, Fett smiled, he was ripping this little pipsqueak off. He had gotten it for 50,000. He sold the Jawa the swoop and walked up Slave I's ramp.
Leaving the planet Tatooine, Fett entered hyper-space. He noticed he had received a transmission. It was from Zorba the Hutt. He accessed it and a hologram of the Hutt appeared.
"Ah, Boba Fett, "Zorba said, "I will give you an offer of 100,000 credits if you catch this man and you have to kill him to bring in his corpse for me. 150,000 if he is alive. Rembember, the live ones are always worth the most, regardless. His name is Cardac Illisc. You will find him on Coruscant. He is an Admiral in the Imperial Navy. That is all. Enjoy. If you can. AHAW HAW HAW."Zorba bellowed his laughs than the transmission ended.Fett changed his course to Coruscant.
Admiral Cardac Illisc looked up from his desk. Lieutenunt Jater Merreel stood above him.Ah, yes. He's the bastard who was the former protector Cardac thought."Greeting Lieutenunt." Cardac stood up and shook the man's hand. Jaster Mereel nodded.
"I've received orders to come here, sir," Jaster said.
"Yes, of course. Please, sit." Jaster sat down. "Lieutenunt I know how much you hate your life in the Empire, but listen I'm about to give you a job worth more than you would imagine. Do you understand?"
"Sir, may I inquire that why must I? I'd much rather go back to being a protecter."
"Listen!" Cardac said sternly, "You will be like a body guard to me! Do you understand? Damn you answer me!"
"Sir--"
"I meant for you to say 'Yessir!"
"Yessir,"Jaster said in a small voice. He hated being given orders. When he was a protector, he gave the orders.
"Some one wants my head, you will keep them from getting it. His name is Boba Fett. My spies stole the datapad yesterday. You are to see that he dies, understood?"
"Yessir."
"You may take stormtroopers with you if you must, he arrives on Coruscant today. Be there to meet him."
"Sir, I'd really rather not."
"You bastard! Stop complaing and do as I order. You've been in the Empire for five years and that is long enough to know that!"
"Yessir."
Jaster left.
Exiting the officer's office, Jaster hurried to his quarters to remove his Imperial disguise. He had been posing as Jaster Mereel, his true identity, for almost five years as an Imperial. Now the time has come, as Boba Fett, he would complete this task once and for all. He would wipe out his "supieror officer" and earn something for it. Removing the Imperial uniform, Fett put on his Mandalorian armor. Silently, he snuck to Slave I And headed back to Tattoine to report to Zorba.