The Code
((Takes place not to long after Ep.2 Characters don't belong to me they belong to the original creator so don't sue me.))
The hum of the ship's engine flowed down the twisting halls to the rooms of its passengers. The ship, a simple transporter in appearance, but it carried important cargo to the unseeing eye. It wasn't carrying weapons, credits, not even a politician, but the young Boba Fett. Though unimportant at the time he play's a bigger part in the universe, one that no one could of predicted at first glance of the young Fett. He was seated in one of the rooms of the small transporter. Boba was seated on the small bed that was provided with his head rested against the wall. His brownish black hair swayed from side to side slightly as the air system in the room gently emitted fresh oxygen. The ship was on course to Coruscant. Boba had been sent to the planet by Dooku for safekeeping. Boba himself disliked Dooku. The old man, to him had an odd presents over him all the time and it gave Boba the chills thinking about it. He shook his head trying to stop thinking about the feeling and lifted his head to stare at the wall. He wasn't tired, but there was hardly a time that he was.
"Excuse me." A voice said from Boba's doorway.
He leaned over to see who it was and he was met with the sight of a droid, a translator by the looks of it. "Yes?" Boba manage to say he was short on words these days of war and confusion.
"We should be arriving soon, young Fett. The pilot of the ship wishes to see you and for you to gather your things."
"Thank you." Boba said as he bowed his head. The droid scurried off down the hall. Boba guessed it was reporting back to the pilot or off to do some other pointless job. He got up off the bed and picked a small pack he had. He learned to travel lightly from past mistakes. His greenish color cloths a belt along with a blaster was all he had on him as he stepped outside of his room toward the pilot, which was only down the hall from where he was.
As much as Boba dislike Dooku he had to admit the deceiving sith gave him one bit advice instead of speaking in riddles. Which Boba guess must have been a past Jedi thing, but Dooku had warned him of the pilot. The pilot was a supposed bounty hunter and was on the look out for quick cash.
Boba stopped in the doorway of the control room and cleared his throat to get the pilots attention. The pilot turned to see Boba. This pilot was a humanoid with the exception of the natural tattoo like makings along the face and arms. Boba couldn't really remember what the species was but at the time it really didn't matter. "Ah, there you are."
Boba raised an eyebrow to this comment. He didn't know the pilot, yet this person was greetings him like an old friend, "Uh, you wanted to see me?"
"Yes, yes I sent my droid. Please take a seat."
Boba glanced to one of the seats, "I think I'm ok. Please just tell me what you want, I would like to rest before we arrive." It was a lie but it sounded good at the time.
The pilot chuckled, "As you wish. I was looking over your file and found that you never placed a name."
"Do I have too? I paid a grand amount for no questions ask and yet questions are being asked."
The pilot narrowed his eyes slightly, but he quickly covered it up, "You have a wicked tongue on you and you're very young."
"So I've been told." Boba answered neutrally. In the year he had been Dooku he learned to watch what he said and when he did speak he had formed an almost unemotional answer to everything a trick Boba had learned.
The pilot rose up, he was very tall, but then again everyone seemed tall to Boba, "Tell me your name."
Boba didn't answer since he knew the pilot had the information since the droid said his name. As young as Boba was he wasn't stupid.
The pilot grabbed Boba by the collar of his shirt a lifted him up. Boba moved his hands for his neck to support breathing as the pilot made a hissing sound. "There's a large reward for you and I think I'm taking it."
Boba dangled off the ground and struggled to reach his blaster but the pilot shook him roughly as he pushed Boba against the wall knocking the wind out of him.
"Young Fett." hissed the pilot again, "You're trip is going to end real soon, you're going straight to the cargo hold."
Boba smirked as he laughed slightly and a dart from his boot shoots the pilot in the leg. The pilot dropped Boba and staggered back, "You little. . ."
"A little gift from my home planet."
The pilot suddenly slumped over on the ground as Boba ran out. As he did he pressed the emergency evacuation button. He was sprinting for the escape pods and slipped inside one before any more people came. He threw his pack to the side as he pressed the launch button. The pod shot out of the ship, Boba was a skilled pilot as he sat at the small controls. The pod was good size, big enough to hide in and to fit more people, but he wasn't a social person.
"Damn, Dooku I bet he set that up."
"He did."
Boba jumped, from being startled. "Who or what is in here?"
The droid from earlier stepped out from one of the containers of supplies. Boba sighed a relief, a droid was better then a person, "Wow you scared me. What's your name?"
"I do not have one. My former owner never gave me an official label."
"Uh, right we'll just call you T3."
"Why is that, young Fett."
Boba turned back to the controls, "First letter and number that came to mind. Do you know why Dooku set that up?"
"I do not but for what I've seen and heard, he may want to try and make trouble for the Jedi with your reappearance some how. I believe he used you. . . ."
"I know, I'm young so he thinks you can play me for a fool sometimes. We'll I have some information for him that's very surprising." Boba held up a small disk.
T3 walked over and pointed at the disk, "A disk?"
"A disk contains many things, information, hardware, and codes."
((Takes place not to long after Ep.2 Characters don't belong to me they belong to the original creator so don't sue me.))
The hum of the ship's engine flowed down the twisting halls to the rooms of its passengers. The ship, a simple transporter in appearance, but it carried important cargo to the unseeing eye. It wasn't carrying weapons, credits, not even a politician, but the young Boba Fett. Though unimportant at the time he play's a bigger part in the universe, one that no one could of predicted at first glance of the young Fett. He was seated in one of the rooms of the small transporter. Boba was seated on the small bed that was provided with his head rested against the wall. His brownish black hair swayed from side to side slightly as the air system in the room gently emitted fresh oxygen. The ship was on course to Coruscant. Boba had been sent to the planet by Dooku for safekeeping. Boba himself disliked Dooku. The old man, to him had an odd presents over him all the time and it gave Boba the chills thinking about it. He shook his head trying to stop thinking about the feeling and lifted his head to stare at the wall. He wasn't tired, but there was hardly a time that he was.
"Excuse me." A voice said from Boba's doorway.
He leaned over to see who it was and he was met with the sight of a droid, a translator by the looks of it. "Yes?" Boba manage to say he was short on words these days of war and confusion.
"We should be arriving soon, young Fett. The pilot of the ship wishes to see you and for you to gather your things."
"Thank you." Boba said as he bowed his head. The droid scurried off down the hall. Boba guessed it was reporting back to the pilot or off to do some other pointless job. He got up off the bed and picked a small pack he had. He learned to travel lightly from past mistakes. His greenish color cloths a belt along with a blaster was all he had on him as he stepped outside of his room toward the pilot, which was only down the hall from where he was.
As much as Boba dislike Dooku he had to admit the deceiving sith gave him one bit advice instead of speaking in riddles. Which Boba guess must have been a past Jedi thing, but Dooku had warned him of the pilot. The pilot was a supposed bounty hunter and was on the look out for quick cash.
Boba stopped in the doorway of the control room and cleared his throat to get the pilots attention. The pilot turned to see Boba. This pilot was a humanoid with the exception of the natural tattoo like makings along the face and arms. Boba couldn't really remember what the species was but at the time it really didn't matter. "Ah, there you are."
Boba raised an eyebrow to this comment. He didn't know the pilot, yet this person was greetings him like an old friend, "Uh, you wanted to see me?"
"Yes, yes I sent my droid. Please take a seat."
Boba glanced to one of the seats, "I think I'm ok. Please just tell me what you want, I would like to rest before we arrive." It was a lie but it sounded good at the time.
The pilot chuckled, "As you wish. I was looking over your file and found that you never placed a name."
"Do I have too? I paid a grand amount for no questions ask and yet questions are being asked."
The pilot narrowed his eyes slightly, but he quickly covered it up, "You have a wicked tongue on you and you're very young."
"So I've been told." Boba answered neutrally. In the year he had been Dooku he learned to watch what he said and when he did speak he had formed an almost unemotional answer to everything a trick Boba had learned.
The pilot rose up, he was very tall, but then again everyone seemed tall to Boba, "Tell me your name."
Boba didn't answer since he knew the pilot had the information since the droid said his name. As young as Boba was he wasn't stupid.
The pilot grabbed Boba by the collar of his shirt a lifted him up. Boba moved his hands for his neck to support breathing as the pilot made a hissing sound. "There's a large reward for you and I think I'm taking it."
Boba dangled off the ground and struggled to reach his blaster but the pilot shook him roughly as he pushed Boba against the wall knocking the wind out of him.
"Young Fett." hissed the pilot again, "You're trip is going to end real soon, you're going straight to the cargo hold."
Boba smirked as he laughed slightly and a dart from his boot shoots the pilot in the leg. The pilot dropped Boba and staggered back, "You little. . ."
"A little gift from my home planet."
The pilot suddenly slumped over on the ground as Boba ran out. As he did he pressed the emergency evacuation button. He was sprinting for the escape pods and slipped inside one before any more people came. He threw his pack to the side as he pressed the launch button. The pod shot out of the ship, Boba was a skilled pilot as he sat at the small controls. The pod was good size, big enough to hide in and to fit more people, but he wasn't a social person.
"Damn, Dooku I bet he set that up."
"He did."
Boba jumped, from being startled. "Who or what is in here?"
The droid from earlier stepped out from one of the containers of supplies. Boba sighed a relief, a droid was better then a person, "Wow you scared me. What's your name?"
"I do not have one. My former owner never gave me an official label."
"Uh, right we'll just call you T3."
"Why is that, young Fett."
Boba turned back to the controls, "First letter and number that came to mind. Do you know why Dooku set that up?"
"I do not but for what I've seen and heard, he may want to try and make trouble for the Jedi with your reappearance some how. I believe he used you. . . ."
"I know, I'm young so he thinks you can play me for a fool sometimes. We'll I have some information for him that's very surprising." Boba held up a small disk.
T3 walked over and pointed at the disk, "A disk?"
"A disk contains many things, information, hardware, and codes."