AN: This is the beginning of Xander/Boba Fett Versus Glory, so this isn't the end of the fight
Ronin 100: Here is the first of a new part, something similar would have been out earlier, but my laptop is now scrap
TTrunks: Yep this series will keep comming with more installments.
c-wolf: Yeah, Xander gets several benefits in this modified storyline while the main flow of it stays the same, not sure yet as to why, but part of me suspects that perhaps the PTB paid him not to interfere to much with their plans. I liked Forces of Nature, thought it was rather funny for a fic.
Lord Night: Actually I plan on including some Stargate soon, and Hammond will probably have a heart attack when Fett shows up in the SGC.
Sean Malloy-1: Here you go
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Xander groaned as he felt an impact.
He heard a groan as the metal of his armor shuttered, and then he hit the far wall with a loud crash and a cascade of falling plaster.
"Why is it always the blondes that are insane?" he asked as he rolled to his feet and drew his blaster pistols, "But at least you can be dealt with easily!"
Flashes of weapons fire shredded the clothes off of the blonde psychopath.
"You damaged my dress!" Glory screeched as she lunged at the bounty hunter who evaded the psychotic.
He retreated as quickly as he could before taking another hit.
"Mandalorian iron," he whispered to himself inside the armor, "Never leave home without it!"
He crashed through a window and hit the pavement, barely staggered to his feet again as the lunatic hellgoddess followed him.
He leaped atop a car followed by the blond as he fired a burst of flame before activating his jetpack to escape while dropping a grenade as the driver bailed out of the moving vehicle, and the driver of the fuel hauler at the comming intersection did the same.
The detonation was spectacular as Fett touched ground, he spun as the helmeted bounty hunter surveyed the wreckage to see someone rise from the burning wreckage.
"Oh give me a break," Xander hissed before retreating, hoping that a better plan would come to mind before the nutjob killed him.