Backwater
Disclaimer: I don't own Boba Fett, or any other star wars terminology, or anything else like that. They all belong to Lucas Films.
Summary: Fett crash-lands on a backwater planet and learns sometimes you have to depend on others.
Some think Tatooine is the planet farthest from the bright center of the universe, they were wrong. There's a planet that as far as imperial record keepers are concerned doesn't even have a name. It makes Tatooine look like Imperial Center. This planet's inhabitants refer to it as Home. It's not a bad world, nice weather, good soil; it is just in the middle of nowhere. Some of the inhabitants in the far corners of Home are still wondering why the Jedi are being so late about visiting to test for new candidates. The Jedi never found them on Home very often, but the people of Home always pointed out that they had never produced a Sith. How many worlds can say that?
Marville was a normal town on Home; there were a hundred or a thousand others like it. Farmers came in to trade and get supplies. There were rare social events, and even rarer strangers. Marville hadn't seen an offworlder since the last time the annual space hauler visited to pick up last year's exports, their main source of income. Seris had lived in Marville all his life and was just like all the other boys. They dreamed of space adventures, but never thought to participate in one. Seris' life was extremely normal until a ship crash-landed deep in the forests behind his family's farm.
Boba Fett coughed as acid smoke filled the cockpit of the Slave 1. Running into the middle of the pirate fleet had been terrible. Not even with the Slave 1 and his piloting skills had he been able to escape unscathed. At least he wasn't dead; things could be a lot worse. He didn't remember much after escaping from the battle, he had destroyed a lot of their ships, but the few survivors could have handled the damaged Slave 1 if he had waited for them to try. The ship had limped to the nearest habitable planet, 354234 on the imperial charts, He had managed something approaching a landing, but he had blacked out when the Slave 1 hit the ground.
Boba Fett groaned and tried to sit up. He hurt all over from being banged around during the decent. The world spun for a minute and he had to wait for his head to clear. He knew he should get out of the cockpit, or at least out of the smoke. He tried to stand up, but his knees buckled and he collapsed back into the pilot's seat coughing. He must have been more badly injured in the crash than he had thought. The world dimmed around him even as he fought to remain conscious, Fett once more slumped over the control panel of the ship.
Seris stomped through the forest. His father sometimes made him so angry! Couldn't they ever that imagine anything might not be his fault? They blamed him for everything! At least he had the woods to escape to. His father and older siblings saw no practical purpose in them and his mother was way to busy to pay attention to a thing like that. Someday he'd prove it to them that he could do it. Someday he would make things fair, for everyone.
Seris looked up from the moist ground he had been glaring at. He smelled smoke. Seris frowned. He had better find the source. Last year there had been a forest fire. It still gave him nightmares sometimes. Seris started towards the direction the smoke was coming from. It was still spring and it was moist and damp, but he hurried anyway. He could see a wisp of dark smoke hanging above a clearing just ahead. The trees nearby looked as if something had crashed through them. Seris coughed as it burned his throat.
There was a ship at the end of a deep gouge in the grass! It must have crash-landed. For a moment Seris could just stand there with his mouth hanging open. Things like this just didn't happen on Home. Then he realized that there might have been people on the ship, at least a pilot anyway, and they could have been hurt. It was a crashed ship after all. Seris walked up to it cautiously up to the ship searching for the access hatch.
Suddenly a hatch slid open on the ship's side and a man staggered out. He was wearing strange blue green battle armor that was scarred and battered. It was covered in smoke and blood. The figure started coughing and couldn't seem to stop. He leaned against the side of the ship, nearly collapsing. Seris ran up to him.
"Are you all right? What happened?" The man wavered for a moment watching him. Seris felt chilled to the core of his being. Then the man's eyes broke away as he collapsed on the ground. "Who are you?" Seris asked dropping to his knees by the man's side.
The man's head moved slightly, "I am Boba Fett." Then he went limp, sprawled on the ground with Seris kneeling next to him gaping. After a moment Seris pulled his thoughts together. They were going to need medical supplies, a lot of medical supplies if what the man, Boba Fett, was in as bad of shape as he looked. He would have to get Fett back to the town. He didn't know if he would be able to help him on his own.