The hunters waited unmoving in the shadows, hidden or in the open, eagerly awaiting their quarry's arrival. Rafet Orin had crossed one too many employers and the entrepreneur had brought down their wrath in the form of a 20,000 credit bounty on his head. Bounties like that were the small-timers favorite, big enough for quite a while but small enough to keep the professionals away. And so it happened that at Orin's favorite cantina, no less than eight minor bounty hunters lay in wait. As the door hissed open, numerous assassins turned their heads and drew their weapons, eager for the chance to make easy credits.
"You're going to have to raise the price if you want me to go after him." The mechanical voice informed its employer coolly.
"But of course, of course." A silky, pleasant tone assured him. "His head is worth a lot to a lot of people. I can get in touch with them and raise the bounty to, say, 100,000." A tall, thin, and sharply dressed businessman eyed Boba Fett appraisingly. "That is, if you can deliver."
"Of course I can deliver." Fett near-monotonic voice carried as much impatience as he ever let show. "He killed a couple amateurs and he can use the Force, but he's no Jedi."
"True, he is Force-sensitive, though not enough to be dangerous. The problem comes from the fact the academy will likely go after him. He appears, to all intents and purposes, a warrior in a losing struggle against an unjust government."
"Then I will deal with them." Fett said, and his employer thought he detected a hint of anger in the man.
"Alright, off you go. I don't want to hear from you again until you've succeeded." Fett stormed off, outwardly composed but inwardly a bit aggravated with the stupidity of his employer and the allies of his quarry.
"Not the most cheerful one to work with, is he?" The hunter asked from his hiding place.
"No, but he's better than you." snapped his employer. "You'll get the same as him, no more and no less, if you are the one to bring him in."
"Yet you let me stay for his audition, and not the other way around. Why?"
"You can be disposed of, if need be." He informed him smoothly.
Fett strapped into his seat, adjusting safety harnesses and sealing the cockpit. He began to prepare for the jump to hyperspace. Once the stars had faded, he focused his whole attention on the matter at hand, namely, how to get a person out of the Jedi Academy against their will. It wouldn't be easy, though the Academy wasn't so desperate for Jedi that they wouldn't turn him out on their own, eventually. But that would require him to stay on Yavin 4, waiting for Orin to be kicked out, losing out on other bounties. A hundred thousand wasn't worth that. So, he would have to figure out how to lure Orin out into the open, where he could be kidnapped… or disposed of. That would simplify things greatly, but the 100,000 was alive only. Dead, he wasn't worth anything more to anyone, and he would revert to the 20,000. He began to mull things over in his mind, trying to work out a plot. The cold and isolation of space around helped him to focus, and clear his mind of the anger he felt at Orin, the Jedi, and his idiotic employer.
Rafet Orin landed at the Jedi Academy in something less than style. Something called an old Y-Wing. Still, it was better than some of the vehicles around him. He strolled calmly down the path, ignoring the vines and ducking the occasional branch, glad once again that he was none too tall. He walked calmly as he could towards the Temple, drinking in everything around him with an experienced brown eye accustomed to both misery and splendor, but not jungle. As he entered the Temple, he saw a couple of children lifting leaves or lighting fires with the power of their minds. Experimentally, he lifted one of the leaves cluttered around the floor and tried to bring it to him. But it merely wavered there, hovering for a few seconds and then fell back to the ground. A silver-haired Jedi instructor chose that moment to look his way, and asked pleasantly, "Who are you?" Her smile was genuine, but there was a fire in her eyes that left him no doubt as to what would happen if he gave an answer that would threaten the Temple.
"Rafet Orin." He offered readily hoping news of his true business would not have spread here yet. Also, he knew he could not deceive a Jedi.
Her eyes grew clouded, and he couldn't get any sort of read at all off her, even using the Force. "I see. We've been on the lookout for you. Come." She walked down the hall, just slow enough to show him where to turn. He hurried after her, wanting to leave but knowing that he didn't stand a chance of escaping a planet of Jedi, even Jedi in training.