I am so sorry this took so long to update! To be honest I was a little stuck on what to do next, but I got it more figured out now. For me Bossk is difficult to write since I don't know much about him.
Edit 5-20-17: I figured that chapter two and three work better when merged. Working on the new chapter three. sorry if I disappointed you :(
Disclaimer: Star Wars Rebels isn't mine, nor am I claiming any ownership over the characters.
The door gave a satisfying whir as Ezra successfully hacked it. Bossk and his teenage ward managed to make it quietly to the room where their target would be staying. After navigating the casino's inner workings, Ezra had sliced through security. Through hacking the security cameras they gathered that he was currently in one of the casino's private rooms.
Good, Bossk didn't want to make a scene.
"Ready shorty?" Bossk hissed after his partner fell into position behind him. The teen gave a slight nod back. He didn't feel ready, not with the gigantic pit of dread in his stomach, but he couldn't say that right now. They moved forward, stepping with ease into practiced maneuvers. Ezra felt a shiver shoot through his spine as they entered the room. He winced as the humming that usually stayed silent grew to an almost unbearable screech.
Ezra gritted his teeth as he fought the impulse to cover his ears with his hands and take a knee. He tried focusing on the room instead. For a famous casino, the room was simple. It was about the size of the Hound's Tooth cargo hold. A chair, a bed, and a couple of bright paintings. Less property damage then. Ezra manged to get a coherent thought above the noise in his head. Bossk will like that.
The boy jumped as the trandoshan howled several curses. Bossk tapped two claws over his leg and went over to a crumpled figure. Ezra quickly realized that as the "stand down" signal and lowered his blaster. "What's wrong boss?" He said, walking up to his mentor. He nearly gave a sigh of relief when the humming of his mind jumped down to a low rumble.
"Another hunter got to him before us!" Bossk bared his teeth with a snarl.
The teen looked down at the crumpled figure, eyes widening in shock once he realized it was the target. A blaster mark clearly scarred the man's forehead. "Karabast, I though we got here first!" Ezra huffed, crossing his arms. "Just a couple minutes ago he was walking around."
"Well shorty, sometimes you miss a bounty." Bossk's yellow reptilian eyes narrowed at the large window near the body. "Must of been a sniper, you can see the blaster hole right there." He pointed to a little, smoke stained hole in the glass.
"That's right," Ezra said, looking closer at the window and outside area. "The sniper probably left already. Not a smart move to stay after a job's done." Out of the corner of his eye he saw Bossk give a slight nod. Ezra supressed a surge of pride. Bossk didn't give praise often, or very much. But when he did, no matter. how subtle, it meant the world to Ezra.
The trandoshan was fervently checking the hacked security cameras. They couldn't afford to get seen by security, especially since the job was a bust. Ezra pranced over to Bossk. He was about to ask what was the new plan but a high pitched wail stopped him. The teen gasped and clutched his arm, before the noises were irritating, but he could deal with them. Now the sound was so intense that it blocked all of his other senses out. White filled his vision and the sense of dread he experienced earlier came back.
Bossk quit checking the cameras and rushed to Ezra's side. "Shorty!" He said as he kneeled down to Ezra's level. "Now is not the time to have a seizure, what's wrong with you?"
"Bossk," He rasped, gripping his mentor's sleeve. "We gotta get out of here." Bossk's eyes widened at that. They both knew what it meant when Ezra had a sudden feeling. The hum lowered down quickly though. Bossk helped him to his feet and patted his shoulder. Ezra gave a slight nod to show he was ok.
"This has gone on long enough." A groveled voice said, followed by a slight chuckle "Bossk, you're getting sloppy" The noise in Ezra's head quieted back to a hum. The boy jumped back from the direction of the voice which appeared to be from the wall.
Bossk snarled at the apparent recognition of who the new voice was. He went over to he wall and ripped something off. Held between his claws was a device Ezra had seen before. Often sold on the black market for the use of bounty hunters and imperial spies.
"Fett. Explain, Now." Bossk growled, clenching his other claws into a fist. The signal for "Scan area, get weapon ready." Ezra grabbed his blaster and readied it. He looked around the room and window, trying to look for more devices. He spotted one on the painting and destroyed it. Carefully focusing on the areas on the other buildings that could be used as a sniping position. There was no one in them, or any clue that anyone was there except for the dead body on the floor.
"There is currently an imperial strike team heading toward you, if you surrender what we want you'll walk free with a small fortune." Boba Fett replied through the speaker. Bossk nearly smashed his claws through it. The last time him and Fett had interacted, it hadn't gone well. Ezra would of prefered never to meet the Infamous Boba Fett again after that, but as usual his wishes weren't granted.
Bossk snapped, "What could you possibly want from me? I swear Fett, if this is about that bounty over on Naboo-" The strike team burst through the doors, and steadily surrounded them. The last one in the room was Fett himself, dressed in his usual dark green and red armor. Ezra raised his blaster as he took a look at Boba's, an odd but powerful new model.
"Well," Ezra said, trying to keep fear out of his voice. "This is quite the honor Mr. Fett. Mind telling us what a celebrity like you is doing with us?"
Bossk didn't say anything to Ezra's comment, he instead glared at Fett, expecting an answer.
"The boy." Fett said, jerking his blaster in Ezra's direction. "I want the boy."
Ezra couldn't breathe for a second. Him? Sure, Ezra could be crass at times but what in all hells did he do to get on Boba Fett's wrong side? "Fett, don't be ridiculous." Bossk said, his eyes darting across the room, looking for a way out. "There's no way you want this scrawny runt of a kid. He's more trouble then he's worth." A couple years ago Ezra would have been insulted by this, but now he knew better. Bossk didn't mean most of what he said, right now he was trying to save their butts. Boba Fett didn't seem to believe it either. Fett tilted his head to the side. Ezra wondered what his expression was like underneath the mandolorian helmet.
"If he's such a burden then why don't you just hand him over?" The other bounty hunter said, taking a step forward. The 14 year old clenched his jaw and tried to find a way out of this mess. The obvious exits were all blocked by Boba Fett's imperial team, and the more obscure ones would take time to get into. A slight touch from Bossk's shoulder made him glance at the trandoshan for a split second. Ezra followed his mentor's gaze to the window, blocked by three imperials. Confusion racked his brain until he remembered that they had grappling hooks that could descend extremely fast. If the escape went too poorly Bossk could dig his claws into the building's walls, or grab a ledge.
But first they had to clear the imperials out of the way. Maybe a distraction? Ezra thought, trying to think about how to make the imperials lower there guard, or take their focus down for a second. He did the first thing that came to his head: talk. "Why do you want me anyways?" He blurted out, shifting his feet to let Bossk know that he was up to something. "It's not like I'm a rebel or something. Besides, why now?"
"You never told the boy Bossk?" Fett replied, sounding almost amused. "That or never figured it out?"
"You were never one for a straight answer Fett." Bossk's groveled voice answered back. "Even when you were his age."
Fett's voice hardened, he flicked a hand upward. "Kill the Trandoshan if necessary, but nothing lethal for the boy."
Blasters put on stun lit the room blue. Ezra dodged and rolled behind a sofa, spotting Bossk crouch and hunch his shoulders behind a overturned desk. The large bounty hunter could barely fit behind it. It would have been funny if they weren't in this situation.
Ezra grasped his blaster in his hand and shot back at their attackers. Two of the team went down on the floor and the others found cover quickly enough. Boba Fett had stalked over to a corner, a hand resting on his blaster, and the other holding a formerly hidden blaster shield. A red flag went off in Ezra's head. It's not like him to just stand there and not take the kill, is he waiting for something?
"Kid!" His attention snapped back to Bossk. The trandoshan had his claws held up at three...the boy tensed, and nodded his head. This was going to be a close one.
Two...The humming in Ezra's ears had returned as faint background noise. He blinked and gave a small shake of the head. He couldn't afford to be distracted, not now.
One! Bossk threw a smoke bomb down and rushed to the window his apprentice followed suite. The agents of the empire stopped shooting for just a few seconds but it was enough. The boy couldn't see through the thick smoke anymore then they could, but Bossk had his claws on his arm to guide him. The hum in Ezra's ears grew louder and something...something seemed wrong. He narrowed his eyes at the smoke for a split second and nearly screamed. Boba Fett's mask must of had something that could target them in the smoke because he was much closer then before. He pointed his blaster at Bossk as the trandoshan did the same to him.
It was almost as if the world had gone into slow motion for Ezra. He felt, rather then heard or saw Fett press his finger on the trigger. In the split second before the plasma exited the blaster the boy felt a surge of power in his gut. Ezra held out a hand ready to push Bossk away, but he knew he was too late. The humming in his ears rose and so did the power in his chest. Bossk was thrown to the side and the plasma shattered the window.
The apprentice gaped as his hands, the world moving too fast for his mind to handle. What, how, why, I just how did I, Bossk isn't dead but what did I- "Well it took you long enough kid." Fett said smugly, breaking his rapid train of thought. Ezra's eyes widened but before he could think of a response a weight hurtled into him and out the window. Glass rained around him as Bossk dug his claws into the formerly smooth skyscraper. One arm around the boy Bossk managed to jump to a rooftop. The trandoshan didn't look at his apprentice the whole time.
Grabbing the boy's arm he led them through the multitude of crowds and shops and neon distractions to the spaceport. Ezra looked back for a second and thought he saw Fett in the sky with flames underneath him but Bossk pulled him into the port before he could get a better look. The pair rushed to their docked ship, not bothering to even sit down before starting the launch. As the ship entered space and went into light speed, the apprentice realized that nothing would ever be the same after this.
"What...what did I do?" Ezra said looked at his hands. His attempt to keep the tremble out of his voice failed. "What am I? Why does the em-"
"Hold your breath kid." Bossk said. Ezra glanced at him but the trandoshan didn't meet his eyes. Bossk leaned back against his seat, staring straight out the window. "I don't know the answer to all of your questions but I will say this." The boy stared expectantly at Bossk, his stomach twisted into a knot.
"You have something only dead men have."
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