AN: Damn it, I keep getting ideas for this story when I'm writing other things, and it keeps on sidetracking me to write them. But for other projects I'm working on, I am rewriting Summer Vacation, working on a short series that lets me do more with Xander's Final Fantasy so that it explains a bit about what happened in Sunnydale and allows me to release the next chapter of the main story without confusing anyone, I'm almost done writing the talk between Xander/Azrael and Faith in LA as well as another short involving how he spooked her in the first place, Wargames is still going and a few of my older fics are getting things, and I'm starting working out another Zero fic to bring that part of the summer to a close in the Speed Freak saga.
Anyway, yes I know that unleashing Boba Fett into the Buffy-verse is cruel for anyone against him, but it's fun and different to write. Yes Xander doesn't have force powers, but who needs them when you've got that level of name recognition, and raw bad ass abilities of that sort and a lack of fear.
c-wolf: Here you go, this came from finding one of the parts of the Bounty Hunter wars novels.
Yoraththewolf: He got the toys from right before that incident, and all of Boba Fett's memories until his death after the NJO era, meaning he's got a lot of toys capable of pulling out all sorts of suprises.
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Xander dodged another clumsy blow as he drew his dual blaster pistols with a flourish, the twin weapons were just a few of his new toys since graduation, but they held another meaning to his other self. The demon lunged at him again, but the bounty hunter was ready for it, leaping backwards and firing both energy weapons in a stream of glowing bolts that shredded the target with an almost casual ease before he skidded to a halt on his back, the jetpack kicking up sparks as he slammed into a wall.
"Fuck," he muttered to himself as he crawled to his feet, glancing at the girl he'd saved, "You alright?"
"I...I...I guess so," she stammered as the armored being brushed the dirt off of his armor.
"Good," the hunter said with his normal tone of voice, "Be careful in this city, it's best to remain indoors at night."
"I'll try," she said as the man walked out of the ally, "Thanks, but who are you?"
"Call me Fett," he responded with grin before vanishing.
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"Remind me again why I'm taking this course," Xander whispered to Willow the next morning as he sat in the college classroom.
"Because it's required for one of your two majors," the redhead responded, "Why are you taking them anyway?"
"Criminal justice because of my other self," the dark haired man said with a shrug, "And astrophysics because I want to build my ship."
"What?"
"I just doesn't feel right to be the Fett without having the ship to go with it," he responded.
"Why was it called the Slave I anyway?"
"He didn't know, so how the hell should I know?"
"It was his ship!"
"He inherited it from his father, when a Jedi murdered him."
"Will you two quit talking?" the professor snapped at them.
"Sorry Miss Walsh," the two said in unison.