((This is my first attempt at Fan Fiction, so please review and do not be afraid to provide helpful critique...The Boba Fett and his history that is represented is the one prior to the Star Wars canon being changed...He is not a clone! nor is his father Jango! Flashbacks are in italics.))
"Blast it!" she muttered under her breath as she peeled the goggles from her face. "That's the third time I had to take these off to defog these darn things." she said as she turned to Boba Fett, who was perched beside her silently observing a small Lambda class shuttle a couple hundred yards below them.
After wiping the condensation from her lenses, she slipped the goggles over her head, allowing them to rest on her forehead. "I wonder why they had to pick such a humid system?" she wondered aloud as she resumed observing the shuttle. Admittedly the planet Thyferra was incredibly humid, which caused their stakeout to almost become unbearable. She again turned to Boba, who remained motionless, her cropped white hair dripping with sweat.
"How can you wear all that armor?". No answer. "Are you even alive in there?" Still no answer. Shaking her head and sighing in frustration "So you're not talking to me now?"
Boba turned the gaze of his T-visor to her, allowing her to see her reflection, his voice flat through the external comm., "you talk enough for the both of us."
Her eyes narrowed as she began to open her mouth to vocalize that she was offended, but before she could do so, Fett's mic cut her off. "He's here.." She immediately pulled down here goggles to zoom in on an Imperial officer emerging from the jungle below and approach the shuttle. From their vantage point they could clearly see four humanoids not including the Imperial officer, one Gotal, two Niktos, and one Twi'lek. From their appearance they seemed to be your average run of the mill smugglers, however, she wondered what business they had in dealing with Imperial. Her thoughts quickly diverted back to the mission. Whatever the situation was, her instructions were incredibly clear, to not let that ship take off. Those instructions were quickly reiterated by Fett, as he stood to his feet, and looked down at her "Cover the cockpit, if anyone thinks about flying the ship, blast them..." and with that said, his jet pack rocketed to life and launched into the air to descend upon the targets. Amidst the plume of dust and smoke, she grabbed her over-sized Blastech sniper rifle and trained the targeting reticule on the forward view port of the shuttle.
As the five exchanged greetings, the Imperial withdrew a small box from the pocket of his uniform. Just as he was getting ready to hand the box o the Twi'lek, Fett descended among them. Fett's sudden and dramatic appearance caused them all to scatter, some to grab their weapons, others to find escape from the jet pack's exhaust. The cloud of dust caused by Fett's landing did nothing to lesson the chaos that ensued. Blaster bolts from the smugglers weapons flew wildly into the air, unable to land a hit on the armor clad bounty hunter.. However for Boba Fett, the images of his targets were clearly displayed within his helmet. He easily brought down the Gotal and one of the Nikto. The other Nikto, Fett was able to unleash a searing bolt into his back as he attempted to scramble to his feet. The Twi'lek and the officer ran in opposite directions. The one to his ship, the other toward the jungle. Boba raised his wrist gauntlet and fired a laser into the Imperial's back, sending him spinning into the ground. Fett turned to pursue the Twi'lek just as he entered the cockpit of the shuttle. Suddenly a long red streak from a precision rifle shot through the air, shattering the cockpit window and left the Twi'lek slumped over the command console.
Boba Fett looked to the position of the shot and nodded in approval. He then turned to the fallen officer, kicking him with his boot to make sure he was dead. Crouching down, Fett began patting down the dead body to find the metal box. After locating the small container, Boba began to examine it closely, running his fingers along its edges.
While Boba Fett continued to study the item, a flurry of blaster beams emerged from inside the shuttle, impacting the ground dangerously close to Fett. He turned quickly to see the gangly appearance of a sixth crew member who was hidden within the shuttle during the whole skirmish. The Nikto rushed toward Boba wielding a blaster pistol, suddenly the noise of rifle rang through the air. Immediately the reptilian smuggler stopped, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell forward into the dirt, the lethal wound between his shoulders still smoking.
"Get down here and bring the charges." Fett's voice commanded through her comlink. "Not even a thank you..." she grumbled as she slung the sniper rifle over her shoulder and grabbed the satchel full of explosives, making her way down to Boba Fett's position.
The shuttle exploded violently leaving unrecognizable charred remains and debris. They both watched the destruction below from the cockpit of Slave I. Boba Fett curled his gloved hand around the ship's controls, turning the hovering spacecraft away from the wreckage, just as another explosion thundered behind them.
"A little bit of an over-kill, don't you say Fett?" she chimed from behind Fett's captain chair. Fett turned slightly, speaking coolly over his shoulder, "The client did say to leaving nothing behind..."
As the ship broke from free of the planet's gravitation pull and they entered open space, she unfastened her safety harness and kicked her boots up to rest. Reclining a bit in her seat, she placed her hands behind her head and shot a look toward the back of Fett's seat. "So what was in the box?" she asked. Fett paused for a moment and answered, the tone of his comm. even, "I don't know, it was destroyed in the explosion..."
Immediately she flung forward in her seat, her heavy combat boots slamming against the cold floor of the cockpit, her tone accusatory, "Oh come on Boba!, that is a load of bull! I just saved your life and you are going to feed me that garbage? You owe me big time..."
Boba Fett slowly spun his chair around to face her, his armor clad visage stoic and his voice eerily mechanical, "I never forget my debts Dasani, you'll receive what is owed and you can be sure of that."
************************************************************************ It had been close to a decade since they last spoke and many things had happened. The fall of an Empire, the rise of a New Republic and the advancement of an initiative to fund and sustain the Republic, to which Dasani was a key to it's success, least on Dagobah anyway.
Toward the later part of the Empire, several scientists were contracted to develop the Empire's new super weapon, code named "End Game". This insidious endeavor was to rival the already powerful and incredibly destructive Death Star and be used in the Emperor's sick xenophobic exploits. The "End Game" project was to design and create massive machines called world engines to de-terraform planet surfaces to render them completely uninhabitable. However when these scientists were assassinated during the fall of the Galactic Empire, the Rebellion (now New Republic) had attained the weapon plans and handed them over to their own scientists, namely the Mon Cals. Their intention was to reverse the weapon's destructive nature so that instead of rendering a planet unable to sustain life, it would make the planet habitable, and stimulate economic growth through farming, tourism, and mining.
Dagobah was the first planet to implement this new strategy. Large portions of the planet's swamps were drained by the heavy machinery, and were replaced by lush farmland, crystal clear lakes and several promising sites to excavate and mine.
With the world engines success, many of the galaxy's top corporations flocked to Dagobah to capitalize on the planet's untouched resources as well as Republic's incentives, including Kuat Drive Yards.
Dasani leaned forward in her chair, her hands forming a pyramid on the mirrored surface of her black desk. She furrowed her brow in response to a gnawing tension headache, being the Economic Chairperson and a Republic Representative of one the fastest growing economies in the entire galaxy was no easy task. She was in constant communication with corporate heads as well as senate officials, and was called regularly to act as liaison between the two. In addition, she was charged to oversee that Republic labor laws were enforced and the borders of corporation territories maintained. And if that wasn't enough, she had to provide positive public relations to dispel any rumors that the world engines were doing irreparable damage to the planet's ecosystem.
However her biggest concern was her own survival. Of course she had been in life or death situations before but never when the stakes were so high. It wasn't just her life that was at stake but the Republic and it's ideals. But when it comes to billions of credits, people are quick to forfeit ideals and dispose of any who stand in their way no matter how "important" they are.
She reached over to the communication console on her desk, "Leeta, I am expecting some one. When he arrives, please send him directly to my office." The pleasant voice on the other end, confirmed the request and responded "should I reschedule your meeting with Thyrin from KDY?"
Dasani let out an audible groan, this was the second time she had to reschedule with KDY and though Thyrin was an amiable fellow, she knew that she would have to make it up to him. "Yes Leeta you will, in fact, I want my entire schedule cleared for today. Tell them, I am feeling under the weather or something...". Leeta chuckled through the speaker, "I will take care of it, Mistress."
Dasani breathed a loud sigh of relief, as she leaned back in her chair, Leeta was definitely one of her most trusted employees and in the past months had really come to rely on her. Dasani swiveled her chair around to observe through the large window behind her desk, the sprawling settlement below.
She remained silent as she watched, somewhat disturbed that she had to resort to an outside contractor to aide in her personal security. Yet she would be dishonest if she said she was unhappy with who got the job. After contacting the Bounty Hunters Guild, and various security contractors that littered the Holonet, she was extremely surprised that he decided to respond and take the contract.
She closed her golden eyes, and her soft pink lips curved upward in a faint smile as she began to reminisce.
She didn't get far until the door was of her office hissed open and the familiar sounds of shifting plates of armor, jostling of equipment, and the confident strides were heard.
"Welcome Boba Fett..." she opened her eyes, her words slow and deliberate "I have some work for you..."