Purple. All he saw was purple. A purple lightsaber, which would end his father's life; spinning just out of his reach. His father turned, and then his head hit the ground. The weilder of the purple blade regarded his father for a moment, and then turned away. He yelled, but no one heard him cry out. Windu shouted something. Even his voice was purple. Purple.
He screamed again, tears welling up in his eyes. The battle raged on, but he heard nothing. He was blind. All he could see was the violet lights across his vision. He rubbed his eyes, but the violet remained.
The battle faded away. He crept out of the shadows, to his father's helmet. He stared into the face of the T-Visor, to where the eyes should be, as the world reeled around him. Hot tears trickled down his cheeks as he lifted his face to gaze around the clearing. Blood and droids scattered the ground. He saw the robes of a Jedi Knight, and he stood carefully. He picked his way across the battlefield, his heart pounding, but the Jedi was not Mace Windu.
In his anger, the boy kicked the body, enjoying the feeling of power and control. But then he remembered his father, lying dead on the hard-packed earth behind him. He turned and raced back to where his father lay. He stood for a moment, gazing at his father. The purple lights returned, and the child lifted his father's helmet, cradling it gently. The sound of a speeder brought him back to his senses, and he ran.
As night fell, the boy slowed. He turned back, but the battleground had faded into the distance. He searched the skies instead. They were deep purple, with streaks of indigo and violet, streaks that resembled a lightsaber blade, arcing to finish the kill. The boy turned away and continued to walk. Pain and anger bubbled up inside of him, and he made a silent vow.
"I, Boba Fett, son and clone of Jango Fett, swear vengeance. I shall avenge my father's death, and I shall bring down Mace Windu. My father shall find peace at last."