The building was some type of permacrete sided water tower, Fett found out as he returned back to the friendly confines of Slave IV. He discussed his recent free fall from "twenty-eight stories up", Graveston clarified. "This entire parish was evacuated yesterday….so…it must have been one of the predators."

B. Fett figured Graveston was on track, but something didn't seem right he thought. Would a predator whose sole purpose in life was the honor and glory of the hunt, just push an opponent to their death? Where was the fun in that?

The Mandorlian warrior had a plethora of thoughts swirling around in his razor-sharp mind. Something just didn't add up.

The rest of the group sat in silence, looking for B. Fett to delegate their next plans. Just as the bounty hunter was about to speak, Naguchi strolled into the lounge deck. She was now wearing her own personally fitted predator gear.

And boy was it personal. Naguchi's "armor" was really only a tight fitting mesh material that accentuated her well-toned curves. There were some tougher looking shoulder and knee protective coverings that were part of her outfit, but it pretty much looked like a bathing suit to Fett.

"You fight in that?" B. Fett asked her directly. "Yeah, I think there's a certain aerodynamic aspect to it, don't ya think?" Naguchi responded without skipping a beat. Then she proceeded to put on her own unique predator helmet that Fett had heard so much about during their voyage to Concord Dawn. She now stood with a gleam of confidence that the aging bounty hunter hadn't seen in her before.

After the PET squad finished going over some final details with Graveston and Excobar, they decided to split up so they could cover the surrounding area of the Kincade facility.

Fett insisted on going out alone, but Naguchi wouldn't have it. She basically just plopped herself on the back of Fett's T-79 Sandsword swoop bike. Jess, Dex, Excobar, and Graveston all piled into the Trail-Hunter Rodeo. The vehicle was about twice the size as it was when they packed it in before the trip, mostly because of the six fully inflated all terrain tires.

The two vehicles went their separate ways with plans of flanking the preds and high hopes of catching the dirty beasts off guard.

Naguchi had to hold onto Fett tightly because the speedy swoop was really designed to accommodate only one person.

After only about seventeen minutes of slicing through the highly compacted forest, a blue flash of extreme light ripped through the damp night air. Fett narrowly avoided the sizzling blast as it engulfed a undeveloped tree behind them in a brilliant display of blue fire and flames. Fett automatically leaned into the controls as he slammed his foot down on the thruster pedal. Leaves and branches flew by Fett's enhanced night vision as he expertly maneuvered the speedy T-79 through the dense foliage. More and more mysterious blue lighting bursts flew through the air leaving a trail of explosions behind the two riders.

"We're surrounded from above!" Naguchi yelled almost directly into Fett's earpiece as she clung to him so tightly that she was beginning to irritate his sore rib cage. "Take the controls!" Fett said without evening turning his head back. "What!" They were still getting assaulted by blue energy bolts from all sides, but there was clearing that was coming up. B. Fett skillfully yanked the control bars towards the clearing and continued to keep up their high velocity. "What!" Naguchi screamed again. Without the effort of a response, Fett released her tense grasp around him and proceeded to stand up on the swoop bike like he was performing some crazy Corellian circus act. As if it was all in one motion, B. Fett back-flipped off the swoop bike , he ignited his jet-pack at the perfect moment and started soaring upwards.

Naguchi took over the controls and safely maneuvered the bike to a safe distance from the onslaught of blue fire.

The volley of constant blue blaster bolts followed B. Fett as he flew skyward towards the towering treetops. The nimble bounty hunter landed softly on an enormous log like branch that stuck out near the top canopy of the gigantic trees. The source of Fett's aerial assault was yet to be determined, but he knew the Preds had some sort of cloaking device that could make them virtually invisible to the naked eye despite the obvious camouflage of darkness that covered them.

But, the enigmatic Boba Fett's watchful eye was fully clothed in the comfortable warmth of IV(infered vision). With a series of blinks, he activated a red-tinted optical display in his helmet and reflexively scanned the surrounding area for some sign of his attackers. Small fires were burning all around him and it was extremely hard to pinpoint a heat signature from one of his assailants.

Shards of wood and flaming splinters exploded all around Fett as he huddled up close to the trunk of the massive tree. Even though a majority of the leaves and branches were on fire around him, B. Fett knew these trees could stand up to more damage and pounding than that. The old bounty hunter had is back up against the trunk of the tree as much as he could, considering the bulk of his jet pack and utility belt. He tried to peak around the side and down about a hundred and fifteen meters to see if Naguchi was still alive, but he couldn't even get a glimpse before another blue lighting blast exploded tree bark fragments all around his head.

B. Fett knew the Predator's vision was entirely IV and was based on the movement of warm living creatures. The ingenious bounty hunter had another trick up his fully weaponized sleeve. With a new series of blinks Fett hadn't done in quite some time, he adjusted his Mando armor temperature control actuator. He almost instantly felt like he was buried knee deep in snow on the ice planet Hoth. B. Fett knew his discomfort was well worth it because his own heat signature was now greatly reduced.

The temperature control device in Fett's Mando armor wasn't even part of it's original design. He had only installed the upgrade after his unpleasant ordeal in the Sarlacc. B. Fett's body had been through several tedious skin graft and Bacta tank sessions. Since almost ninety two percent of his battered body had endured third degree burns from the intestinal fluids of the horrendous Sarlacc, he had a very long and arduous recovery process. Not one to sit around and heal like a normal being would do, Fett simply installed the temperature control actuator in his armor to keep his mending skin at a constant coolness while he continued to rule his profession.

Now, he was somewhat thankful for the upgrade he made all those years ago even though he felt as if he was near-frozen inside a block of ice. The cold bounty hunter was trying his hardest to not chatter his teeth but continued to hold his Mandalorian reserve and kept still.

Eventually Fett felt like he was camouflaged enough from the Predators to make a move.