Chapter VI:
Now, fourteen years after Return of the Jedi…
The news reports were buzzing about the recent deaths of Galla Merrann and her little girl, Addi. Apparently, the old lady who lived next door had seen a cool-looking blonde exiting around the time of their death. She'd claimed to be a niece—a doctor—and had said the little girl was sick with a contagious illness, and all "cold, stiff, that sort of thing," in a very calm manner. Then, she'd adroitly warned the old lady to stay away, because she might catch it too. All reports said she had to be crazy, referring to death like an illness, warning the old lady to mind her own business or die in such a manner. Despite numerous posters and searchers, no sign of the suspect had been found.
Another crazy, this one claiming to be a former Black Sun worker—how absolutely preposterously amusing!—claimed to know whom it was. Said it was someone pretty high up, right next to the late Prince Xixor, in fact, and said he thought she was a droid. A droid, really! Everyone just laughed him off and kept about his, her, or its searches…later, when he disappeared, nobody noticed. Said if he was really around in Black Sun days, he had to have enemies enough to bop him off any old time, and as no body turned up, everyone just turned to the next murder…
Boba Fett leaned back in the cockpit chair, contemplating recent developments. So, someone matching Guri's description had been sighted near an old supposed Black Sun hideout. Interesting. Very interesting.
He'd nearly been inclined to believe the reports stating her death in the explosion of Xixor's fortress. Later he had learned differently, of course…but from all appearances she had wiped her own memory and changed her life. A waste of an excellent killer. This could prove interesting. With Vader dead, the next "killer" of Xixor in line was Fett himself. Had Vader not done the job, Fett would have. After all, Xixor had been become troublesome enough to warrant a murder. From more than just Darth Vader or Boba Fett, but nobody else would have had the initiative to do the job.
Indeed, very interesting. Boba Fett would have to watch his step a little more carefully with the Human Replica Droid trying to catch him if he tripped—with a vibroblade. Guri was almost as deadly as he himself was. And the "almost" was very slight indeed. But big enough, Fett was confident.
If anything, one could say Boba Fett looked forward to the confrontation, and with something akin to enjoyment and happy anticipation, not fear.
It would be very interesting, indeed.
Guri rarely looked at the news reports, but this time she had to check them. She had to see if there was anything that her…adversary might notice that could be damaging to her plans. Should anything that might point to her as the killer come to light, Boba Fett would deduce it rapidly. For an organic, the bounty hunter was pretty quick.
Quick enough to catch-up with her. But not quick enough to best her! Of that, Guri was certain. So certain, she would gamble everything she had achieved for her Master. Including his life, as well as her own. Overconfidence can be a weakness, but not hers. It would not be hers!
And she would have her Revenge at last!
To be continued…
To find out what happens next, head over to Part Two, now up and completed! The Fencer's Misstep is story id 816923 for your additional reading pleasure, and thanks to everyone who stuck it out through the first part as the updates crawled along at a snail's pace. Hope it was worth it!