The twinkling spotlights flickered across the skyline of Nar Shaddar. The landing bays and ports hummed with an other-worldly sound and invited the array of ships that hung overhead to join in the company of their brothers. The jagged shapes of the buildings jutted up into the thin atmosphere that managed to cling onto the moon. It was a casual night on the urban sprawl of Nar Shaddar, attracting all manners of bounty hunters, miscreants, and low lives.
The hull of Slave 1 rested silently inside the hangar of Bay 16, it's owner leaning against the side of his ship. Boba Fett eyed the calibration chamber on his laser carbine, the dial clicking as he twisted it back in place. He had been away on 'business' and had come to claim his reward. His beaten and worn Mandalorian armour shimmered with unholy prowess from the hangar lights, his battle scars worn with pride.
The Ugnaught dockworker scampered from his resting spot and attached a cable to Slave 1's fuel line. Its dull blue shell-suit resembled the beady blank eyes that were concealed in its horrifically twisted features; it hunched over itself and begged the pleasing of the callous bounty hunter. Boba turned his head to look as if he was giving the creature what it wanted. The Ugnaught squealed in delight and scurried back under the mass of wires and scrap metal it came from.
Fett flicked the calibration meter back inside the weapon and concealed it under his camouflage-patterned cloak. He paced out towards the personnel doors of the hangar, each step clanking against the metal flooring. He had a meeting to attend; he needn't be late.
Up in the V.I.P section of "Moff's Lounge" sat the crime lord Karnal Moff. He reclined on his velvet-lined chair, stroking his stump of a hand. He was a Gran, a freakish alien with a slobbering snout and three blackened eyes on stalks. His body was large and bulbous in places, which wasn't unusual for a Gran, yet Karnal had more bulbs and lumps than most Grans. His right hand was severed at the wrist from a foiled assassination attempt, a bony stump at the tip of his forearm. He was sat looking over the bar room floor, surveying his guests like a Wamp rat over it's prize. He chuckled softly to himself and drooled slightly as he wallowed in his sense of self-satisfaction.
One of his bodyguards, also a Gran, gestured down to the lower level and murmured to his boss, "Sir, Fett is coming." Karnal pushed his head forward and saw the armoured figure of the aforementioned bounty hunter making his way through the crowds that swelled and fluctuated in a drunken orgy. Karnal giggled some more to himself and slobbered to his bodyguard, "Bring him up here, it's about time I got a chance to talk with my benefactor."
Boba Fett sat himself opposite the fat, drooling crime boss, who laughed even as he spoke. Karnal rolled around on his luxury chair, "So, Fett…" he slavered, "How did business go on Coruscant?" The bounty hunter shimmied his shoulders, "You should know Karnal, you sent some of your thugs to 'oversee' the deal." Karnal's face stopped salivating for a brief second as the thought of his henchmen being butchered by the faceless bounty hunter flooded the front part of mind. Karnal's face twisted in rage at Fett's actions. Although it wasn't visible through his menacing Mandalorian helmet, Fett broke a brief smile at watching the alien's face blur even more so into a picture of fury.
Karnal leaned in toward Fett and grumbled, "What is the current situation with Migram Halstrooy?" The grim warrior rubbed his shoulder plate and rasped, "See for yourself…" from within his belt pouch, Fett produced a small jar and slid it across the bar-room table to Karnal. It screeched sharply across it's path over the table. Karnal sneered at Fett in a dismissive manner. The bounty hunter relaxed in his chair and said confidently, "There he is." Karnal raised his head to meet Fett on eye level, "Things got a little heated," explained Fett. Karnal slammed his single swollen hand down onto the table, "I SAID NO DISTINTEGRATIONS!" Spittle launched from Karnal's mouth and landed on Fett's glove; he retracted his hand and wiped the fluid onto the table. He had enough of this.
The bounty hunter straightened his back and addressed Karnal, "You have your prize, now give me the money" Karnal looked to his entourage and laughed mockingly at Fett. The portly alien jostled on his chair and chortled, "You broke the deal Fett. I said no disintegrations and you give me a jar," his voice sank into menace, "I can't hang this on my wall! You let me down Fett…YOU FAIL!" The crime boss began to haul his frame from out his chair when the bounty hunter called out, "Don't push what little luck you have left, Moff. Give. Me. My. Money" Karnal coughed another laugh toward Fett, "You are in no position to bargain Fett, now be gone before you do something you regret." One of Karnal's goons approached Boba Fett with a blaster aimed at his head; Karnal chuckled at Fett's predicament.
Fett slowly moved his hand to his concealed left-hand side where he hid his carbine. He did this so slowly that it wasn't noticeable unless you constantly watched him, which Karnal had neglected to do. The large alien kingpin wobbled with his rolling laughter, and beneath his helmet, Boba Fett shined a brief sinister grin.
In a single swift movement, the bounty hunter pulled his carbine out from beneath his cloak and aimed it behind him. He emptied a round into the guard behind him from point blank range and then brought the weapon forward. He blasted both guards on either side of Karnal in the face with freakish precision. The crime boss looked about him at the bodies that sat smouldering around his lounge. He glanced back to Fett who levelled his wrist gauntlet at Karnal and fired a dart into his shoulder. Karnal couldn't feel the dart take impact and continued to stumble out the door that lead to his private hangar. Boba looked at the monitor on his wrist gauntlet, the homing beacon perfectly displayed Karnal's current fleeing position. He stretched his fingers out and gripped his weapon tightly; there was a change in the plan; Boba Fett liked change.