Before you read this, just to let you know, this story is set during The Empire Strikes Back; right before Boba Fett arrives in Cloud City. You'll see hiw this comes into play as you read. ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars.

"Hurry up with that jet pack, you lousy bucket of bolts! I've got a very important meeting with a very important person who does not like to be kept waiting!"

Boba Fett's tone was filled with impatience as he barked his orders from beneath his helmet. He was not enjoying having to keep still for the maintenance droid that was prodding and poking behind his back. The bounty hunter was twitching and tensing up in his desire to move. He had to get going to Cloud City to meet up with Darth Vader. He did not want to feel wrath of the sinister Sith Lord for being late to their meeting. Worse still, he didn't know how much longer he could put up with the itch on his nose - which he couldn't scratch without removing his helmet. Under no circumstances could Fett allow his face to be seen - even if the only one around to see it was a robot.

The maintenance droid showed no emotion to the insult that had been hurled its way. It continued to work away on the jet pack strapped to the rear of the Bounty Hunter's uniform. It was working as hard as it could to make it fly even faster and higher. It wasn't the droid's fault that Boba had ordered for his jet pack to be improved on the day he was due to see Darth Vader.

"Okay, sir." The droid bleeped, closing up the jet pack before lowering its arm down from Boba. "Jetpack improvements completed."

Underneath his helmet, Fett sneered. He was confident that his newly-improved jetpack would make his illegal work much easier. He would be able to carry out his assassinations in half as much time as before now that he could fly higher and faster. His clients would have to pay him twice as much credits now for killing their targets so quickly.

"Alright!" Fett rubbed his hands together. "Let's see how well this baby preforms."

Reaching around behind his back, Fett flipped a switch on the jetpack - and let out a huge yell as he shot upwards off the ground.

The jetpack was lifting him much too fast. He was unable to stop himself as he hurled towards the top of the room. There was a loud crash as his head hit the ceiling hard. Not even his solid helmet could protect the bounty hunter from the immense pain of the impact.

As his jetpack deactivated, Fett came tumbling down from the air. He landed with a thump onto the floor. He slowly sat up, dazed from hitting his head on the ceiling - before shooting a glare that couldn't be seen through his helmet at the one responsible for his ordeal.

"What did you do?!" he barked at the droid.

"I merely carried out your orders, sir," the droid bleeped meekly. "I improved your jet pack."

"IMPROVED?!" As he burst out the word in all his anger, Fett grabbed the droid with one hand - before using the other to punch it in the face. "YOU'VE TURNED MY JETPACK A MALFUNCTIONING MESS!"

"My apologises, sir." The droid felt no pain from being decked by the angry assassin he was in the clutches of. "Would you like me to put your jetpack back to normal?!"

"There's no time for that! I'm already running late to meet this twisted dark client of mine! I have to get going - and you're coming with me!"

In a matter of minutes, Boba Fett was in the cockpit of Slave I. He was flying through the galaxy, heading towards Cloud City. He was a little anxious over how angry Darth Vader would be about him being late - but he was determined to make up for it by carrying out the job that the Sith Lord was to give him. The Bounty Hunter couldn't wait to collect his reward for capturing Han Solo, freezing him in Carbonite and delivering him to Jabba the Hutt. Plus, he would get a nice little bonus for the Maintenon droid he was bringing along with him in the ship. He wondered how much he would get by selling this machine that had disappointed him to the junkyard.

A faulty jetpack isn't gonna stop me from doing my job, Fett thought smugly to himself. I'm an almighty bounty hunter, well-known and feared across the Galaxy. Not having a proper-working jetpack isn't going to keep me down. What's the worst that can possibly happen to me?

Thanks for reading. Hope this gave you some laughs - as these words come back to bite Boba. And they wont be the only things to do that… XD

Cheerio!