Late again. x.x Two chapters today!

Boba Fett stared out the viewport in the Slave I as the long lines of hyperspace sped by. It was all business again, just like it had been before any of this had happened. Just another job. Another bounty to collect. But in this dead space, he had only time. Time to plan out his strategy for how he would collect this particular bounty. Time for his mind to wander once he had fleshed out a decent plan.

He found his mind drifting back to Leia, wondering if she thought of him as he thought of her, even now. Blinking, he snapped out of it, shaking his head. "Blast, Fett. You know better than to let her distract you." He glared forward, leaning back in the captain's chair of his ship. "Your time amongst the Jedi's made you lose your edge. Get over it. Concentrate."

"Talking to yourself is a sign of insanity, you know."

Boba looked over at the shade of his father as he appeared in one of the passenger seats. "Some would say talking to you is just as insane, dad."

Jango smirked over at him. "True. Why don't you just tell her how you feel? It wouldn't distract you as much. You know that. Never did this much to you when you went out with Sintas back home."

"Sintas returned my feelings, father. She didn't like that I continued to hunt, but I knew… thought… she would still love me when I returned home."

"And you're afraid Leia doesn't love you back?"

"I know she doesn't. She just lost her husband, father. If she connected at all, it wouldn't be love. It would be a way to lay aside her grief, if even for a short time."

"Because that's what you would do?"

"Because that's how it always is. I've had a lot of time to study human behavior, dad." Boba looked out the viewport again. "It is probable that she will never return the feelings I have for her."

"So you'll just lay your feelings aside?"

"Yes. A bounty hunter has no attachments, remember? You taught me that." He closed his eyes. "Emotion is just a distraction. I simply have to move past what I feel, and do my job."

Jango sighed. "I think I should have left that out. It's hardly an easy task." He smiled over at his son, despite Boba's helmet. "You do your job well, Bob'ika. You're right to not allow emotion to slow you down when on the job. But you're wrong not to try and have a normal life when you aren't working. I made that mistake. I'd prefer not to see you repeat it."

"We had a fairly normal father-son relationship."

"If you don't count the fact you were a clone, and had no mother, yes." He frowned. "I want you to be happy, Boba."

"Happiness is relative."

"Are you happy out here, all on your own?"

Boba thought about that for a long while, hands clasping together over his chest. "I would be happier if I had a home to return to, as you did. Kamino may not have been much of a home, but you had me there. Our lives were there. That made it home."

"Is it not home now?"

There was a long silence again. "I have nothing waiting for me there. No one is expecting me to be anywhere. I have no home. Not anymore."

Jango frowned. "I'm sorry.."

"I don't blame you, dad. I never did." He leaned forward as the alarm sounded that the coordinates had been reached, and slid the lever down, taking the Slave out of hyperspace.

"You could find another home, Boba.. if you'd just try."

Boba frowned, and flew towards his destination. "Maybe someday, father. But not today. Today, there is only the Hunt."

A sleek Rodian, dressed in the elaborate clothing often afforded to drug dealers of his caliber, was hiding in a dirty and disgusting alleyway, full of refuse. Why? Because he was being hunted. He'd crossed the wrong person, and that person had paid for him to be delivered to them, dead or alive.

It wouldn't have been so hard to avoid capture, if they hadn't hired him. Most hunters gave up after a while. After so many twists and turns, they would cut their losses. This hunter hadn't fallen into any of the traps he and his friends had set. He was always one step ahead. At any moment, the Rodian expected to turn a corner, and meet that hunter face-to-face. The one who never gave up, until the job was done.

This Rodian was being hunted by Boba Fett, the galaxy's best hunter. No doubt, Fett's services hadn't been cheap. The human could ask for nearly any price, and get it. His reputation scared everyone who could possibly be his prey.

As expected, Fett came out of nowhere, slamming against the Rodian's back from above like a cat pouncing upon a mouse.

"Ah! Don– don't hurt me! It's just business! You understand, right?" The Rodian's hands tried desperately to block any other attacks. "I can pay you more! I'll double whatever they offered! Anything! Please!"

Fett grabbed up the Rodian, lifting him off the ground with one hand. The other shoved his blaster harshly into the alien's side. He said nothing as he walked his prey back to the Slave I.

"What's wrong with you? Don't you want more money? C'mon, Fett! We can work something out!"

The Rodian's words were useless. Once bought, Fett stayed bought. He would collect the bounty for the one who hired him. He always collected. He shoved the Rodian into one of the cages in his ship, and locked it before heading up to the cockpit. It had only taken a day to track him down and chase him straight into his trap.

Inside his helmet, as he lifted off, Fett simply smirked. It was good to be back.