Boba Fett sighed as he set the coordinates. The Slave I would be heading out of the galaxy in the opposite direction from the one the Vong had taken to enter it. At 110 years old, he was finally able to realize that for the most part his life had been a failure.

True, he had been the greatest bounty hunter that had ever lived, even overshadowing his father's great reputation. But, in the areas that truly mattered, he had been a complete and utter failure. He had failed both his own family, and his father's people. When it came to his family, he'd abandoned his wife Sintas and his daughter Ailyn for a completely stupid reason. He knew now that he could've brought his wife and child with him after his exile from Concord Dawn, and tried to make the marriage work. Sintas had loved him dearly, and would've quite willingly followed him anywhere. He had failed his granddaughter Mirta a generation later, setting her on the path that led to the hands of her mother's killer Jacen Solo who had been calling himself Darth Cadeus (fortunately she had survived the encounter though what little affection she had for him hadn't survived the Sith lord's conditioning). He had stayed out of the lives of his great grandchildren for their own safety.

As for his father's people, he had been one of the worst Mandalores ever. He had completely ignored his people for most of his life, uncaring for their plight under the rule of the Empire. Afterward, when he'd been made Mandalore, he had been absent when he was needed, and hadn't even known or understood the ways of his father's people, his granddaughter's people, and a virus that had been meant for them ended up wiping out a large portion of the population on Mandalore just because they shared his blood, his father's blood. Amongst the dead was a man named Venku who had also been known as Kad'ika, the son of one of his father's clones, who had called for the Mandalorians to return home and tend to their own affairs, the man who had urged him to get his head out of his ass and start being a proper Mandalore for his people, a thing he had tried to do when it was far too late. Now at 110 his life was ending, and he had decided to stick with a decision he'd made nearly forty years earlier. There would be no burial on Mandalore for him, even though it was his right as Mandalore. He would die aboard the Slave I while headed for parts unknown.

As the stars faded into starlines, Boba Fett settled into a deep sleep. He knew he would either awaken on the other side or not at all...

Boba awoke groggily wondering just where the hell he was. Wherever it was, it wasn't the Slave I. The place had green grass, a bright blue sky, and several people standing over to one side of him talking about him as if he wasn't even there, several amenities which the Slave I had a distinct lack of.

Eventually, after a lengthy conversation which he hadn't been included in, a member of the group that had been talking about him came over to him. It was his father who looked very much as he had on the day he died. At the sight of the man he had not seen in a century, Boba told himself that bounty hunters didn't cry, and they sure as hell didn't run to their fathers and hug them as if they hadn't seen them in over a century. He kept telling himself this as he clung to his father like a rock limpet and was dragged to the rest of the somewhat sizable group.

Boba didn't pay too much attention to the discussion that swirled around him as he was more focused on his father, but he gathered two facts. One, he was getting another chance at the whole happy families thing. And two, his father couldn't go with him even if he wanted to.

The crowd was now deciding where he should go, completely ignoring the fact that he would've been perfectly happy staying here with his dad, though there seemed to be a problem with this that he hadn't quite grasped. The sudden and rather loud sound of a throat clearing got everyone's attention and briefly silenced the discussion. The group all looked down towards the source of the noise as one, and noticed the diminutive figure of a being anyone born within the last six centuries before the Clone Wars would have to be blind or extremely stupid not to recognize, the Jedi Master Yoda.

"Away from all that is familiar, he should be taken." Master Yoda said "A new start, he should be given. Before a Jedi I became, Master Slytherin's House Elf I was. To the world from which I was accidentally transported, he should be sent."

Almost every head nodded at Master Yoda's advice. Considering the fact that the group consisted mainly of Jedi, this wasn't all that surprising.

"Well, I want him to live his new life amongst his people as he should have. Kal was supposed to take him in if something happened to me before he reached adulthood." Jango Fett said. This chance at a happy life before his Boba was stuck in the afterlife forever was his gift to his son, and he wanted his boy to be able to fit in with the others in the Manda'yaim when he returned.

"Played out in the last world, his part has been. Taken to one like it, he could be. Inadvisable, it is. Fall into old habits, he will." Yoda said, tapping the ground in front of him with his gimmer stick to further drive his point home. "Place him in the path of a family that most closely meets the Mandalorian ideals, I can."

"Fine. If that's the best that you can do Jedi, then so be it. If you mess this up, I'll make the rest of eternity hell for you." Jango said with a sour look on his face. He wanted his son to have a happy successful life, not relive a painful one, and if this was really what it took...

The aged Jedi master took Boba's hand, and after several minutes of wrestling to get him off his father (something that hadn't happened since he was two) they vanished together to the strange world where the inhabitants apparently looked like short green shriveled beings with bulbous eyes and pointy ears if Yoda was any example. Boba silently prayed that he would die again soon so he could be back with his father, fitting in be damned.

Edited on 2-20-12