The interior of Hangar V-21G was unlike any other hangar in the galaxy. It wasn't so much a hangar as it was a trophy room. Adorning the walls in gruesome glee were the remains of the hangar's enemies, shards of corpses, blackened bones and skulls, de-activated weaponry that collected dust and rust in equal amounts, and several entire bodies pinned up to the walls with little regard for modesty.
Right in the centre of the hangar, squatting like a cancerous sore on an unsuspecting arm, was the flagship of the hangar's owner, the Grim Ordnance 5 (called so due to its vast firepower, and the fact that it had been blown apart and rebuilt five times previously). Its dull desert metal colour seemed out of place amongst the velvet flags and lengths of fabric that fluttered down the walls of the hangar. The large ship hummed a whispering tune to itself as it's owner stumbled into view.
Karnal Moff couldn't keep up with his feet. With each step he took, they found new and harmful ways to wind themselves up and become ensnared, before letting the portly alien fall flat onto his front. This happened several times before Karnal collected himself and continued his escape. He had no reason to wait around.
As Karnal brought himself close enough to the ship, he heard the clank of steel-toed boot, to hangar floor. He dared to look behind him, and did so on the off chance he could be wrong as to his company was. He was right. Boba Fett leaned casually against the doorframe that led to the hangar; his helmet spat the light back from the overhead illuminators. Both his hands lay in each other in front of him, ever so nonchalantly tapping against his armour plating.
Karnal began to drool uncontrollably as his nerves shot off like fireworks. Fett pulled himself from the doorframe and slowly paced toward Moff. Each step connected to the ground with a shuddering bang.
Moff panicked and went for his side arm. Fett simply pulled his carbine from beneath his cloak and blasted Karnal in the shin. The blazing round bore deep into the alien's leg. He collapsed and howled as the pain of the blast screeched into his brain. With his weapon still trained on the alien, Fett moved in.
He took this moment to examine his victim, the way his beady little eyes rolled in dire suffering, the jerky movement of his fingers on his remaining hand, the sizzling odour of burnt Gran flesh. It sickened him that such a creature could have such prestige as to be a crime-boss.
Fett eased in on Karnal and forced a boot straight onto his large chest. The swirl and gurgle of bodily fluids moaned as the bounty hunter applied pressure to the grotesque alien's torso. Karnal whimpered from his wound and cried, "Alright! Alright! Fett…name your price, it's yours, just leave me alone…" Fett crouched down to meet his 'associate' face-to-face, "I didn't have one in mind," he rasped to Karnal. The groaning figure lolled on his back and bubbled out, "Well…p-please take anything, just, s-spare, m…m…me."
Fett stood upright again and browsed around the scummy hangar, "There is nothing you can give me…" croaked the bounty hunter. Moff raised his large claw to his face and began to sob softly to himself; he was dead, he knew it. "However," continued the notorious character, "There is something I can take." Moff wiped back his pathetic tears, "Go on Fett…take it!" he pleaded, his free hand raised up in mercy.
With a brutal movement, Fett brought his foot into Moff's face, smacking his skull straight into the floor. Whilst the slobbering fool tried to make sense of the bounty hunter's uncalled attack, Fett pulled out his survival knife. His eyes fleeted back and forth across the bloody and beaten features of the crime-lord and with a single action flung his knife downwards.
The resulting screech was more harrowing than that of a pack of Tusken Raiders on a sacrificial hunt. Moff leaned to see his arm pinned to the hangar floor, a large Mandalorian survival knife protruding awkwardly out of it. He screamed and wailed like an orphan child, yet Fett took no heed of his cries. He grabbed a hold of his knife and jaggedly forced it down through Moff's arm, separating it from the rest of his body.
With a last twist, Fett was done. The arm had been barbarically ripped from it's very seams. Moff writhed on the floor, blood spraying and coughing everywhere from the tattered wound. Fett held the severed limb proudly, his prize now in his clutches: the last hand of Karnal Moff.
Moff flopped around cursing the foulest words of his native tongue. Fett shook the remaining blood from the arm and affixed it to his bandolier of trophies made from braided Wookie hair. He brushed himself down and walked on back to the door from whence he came. Moff managed to pick himself up sluggishly and roared to Boba, "THIS ISN'T OVER FETT! I'LL FIND YOU, AND WHEN I DO…YOU. WILL. PAAAAAAYYYYYY!"
Fett looked back at the enraged crime boss. He could see the fury that gripped his every muscle, the blind anger that filled his eyes, the determination that fuelled his every action. This one was not willing to make it easy for Boba Fett.
Without a moment's pause, Fett drew his carbine and blasted two gaping holes into Karnal's chest. The alien slumped dead to the cold hangar floor, more blood oozing like sludge from his dead wounds. Fett withdrew his weapon and once again paced back to his ship. His bounty was complete.