I got this idea from a Jedi Quest book. It mentions the planet Romin, which is basically a hideout for criminals. Bounty hunters are not allowed and arrested... well, they "disappear," as the book put it.

Warning: this story contains fluff.

Tipoca City always had waves; so many waves, waves all around. Boba was watching them. They were big, bigger than ever, and they surrounded him. The waves have never gotten me before, he told himself. That was reassuring.

Yet suddenly, the waves roared higher. They were steeper, towering, piling over Boba's head. He had to run. They would get him if he didn't. But he could not run. He couldn't move. The waves swallowed him, pummeled him, and he still couldn't move. Water forced its way down his throat and nose in an endless barrage. He could not breathe.

Then he could breathe. Something had saved him. A nightmare, he slowly realized. He'd been dreaming the whole thing. Boba swung his legs over the side of the sleepcouch. No one else would be waking up for a while. He would get himself some water and go back to sleep. He was six. He could handle it. As he approached his door he heard voices coming from the other room. It was the grown up voices of his Dad and Zam. Why was Zam at their home so early? Usually when she came early it meant they would be leaving for a job soon.

"…Romin will be a hard place to get into. If the authorities discover bounty hunters there they ensure they… disappear," his Dad was saying.

"They don't come back," Zam agreed. "And they're damn good at flushing them out."

There was a pause. Boba took an uneasy breath. A place where bounty hunters disappeared? Was that where they were going? His Dad couldn't go there!

"So are you in?" Zam prompted.

"Of course," was the answer.

Boba's heart sank. He leaned against the door, taking comfort from the wall. It sheltered his from the cold air.

Jango raised his voice. "One moment." From under the door Boba saw the light shift and heard footsteps coming towards him. He dashed back to his bed in a flurry just as his father opened the door. "Sleeping okay, Boba?"

"Yeah," Boba mumbled into his pillow.

"Everything's all right?" Jango questioned, sitting on the edge of the sleepcouch.

"Yeah," Boba repeated. "Do we have another job?"

Jango chuckled. "Zam and I do."

"You're going… alone?"

"Well, without you. I'll be with Zam. You'll have to stay here. Taun We's agreed to babysit." Boba groaned. "Only for two days. I'll be back soon," Jango consoled.

Boba's eyelids drooped. His Dad was leaving without him. How could he be sure he would see him again. "If you say so."

"Goodnight, son." Jango ruffled his hair and stood.

"Dad?"

"What?"

"When you go… you won't disappear, right?"

Jango turned towards him. "I hope not."

There was a knot in Boba's stomach. "What?" It came out high, concerned. He bit his lip.

Jango sighed. "Listen. Someday, I won't be here for you. You'll have to take care of yourself."

"But I can't take care of myself."

"You'll be able to soon. And until then, I won't disappear.

Boba smiled. "Thanks, Dad."