XVI. A Cunning Plan

"Bill! Oh Bill!" Fett called, rubbing his hands in glee.

"'Sup, my slave master?" Bill strode into the kitchen, looking for his evil overlord. "Boba--" He didn't even see Fett holding the club that knocked him to the ground.

Chuckling, bounty hunter dragged the limp body over to his windowsill, his plan beginning to unfold...

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"Feh-ett!" came a warbled cry.

Ah, he has awoken. Now he can begin...

"Fett!" The slave screamed as his master entered the room. "What have you done to me?"

"Bill," Fett said, looking at the Twi'lek, "you're a scarecrow."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"I need a scarecrow because the Klyyynaii bird has been eating my strawpberries. It's got such burning red eyes...burning..." Boba gazed off.

"Fett, are you taking something I should know about?"

"No! It's true! That evil bird is depleting our supplies, and unless you want to spend another month on Kashyyyk going through The Process, you are my scarecrow."

"Fett, that's not fair!" The whining was enough to drive one crazy.

"When have I ever been fair?"

"Umm..."

"Exactly."

"Well, you could turn over a new leaf. Start fresh. Set precedent for yourself, right now."

"Bill, I think precedent dictates that I sit back with a bowl of popped co'orn and watch you suffer. Actually, I can't be bothered. I'll just go find Momo and go to a holovid. Toodleoo!"

"No, wait! NOOOO!"

Yeah, pathetically short, and I'll be posting another chapter very quickly.

scrb3331 - That he is...that he is.

OK, never mind, that was only, like, 200 words, so I really need to post the next chapter WITH this.

XVII. A Solution Presents Itself

"BILL!" Fett roared, but the Twi'lek was nowhere to be found. All that was left by the window were a few charred bits of rope.

Blaster. It could only be one person...

"MOMO!" Fett screamed into his commlink.

"Oh, what is it?" It sounded like he'd woken her up.

"Learn to control your sister!"

"What has she done now?" Momo sighed. Oh, yes, it's so hard, not looking after you "evil" little sister who preys on the heart of men (or Twi'leks).

"She let loose my SCARECROW! I was having Bill scare away the Klyyynaii bird...with the eyes...red, burning, searing--"

"Well, get a new one. I can't be held responsible for your shoddy tying skills."

"Momo, it ISN'T FAIR! I'm only trying to do my job and that stupid, idiotic, moronic--"

"Are you clenching your fists again?" Boba looked down.

"Yes..."

"I'm not talking to you like this. I'm going back to sleep." And with that, the commlink clicked off.

"What am I going to do now?" he muttered under his breath, hovering over his precious window fruits and making sure not to clench his fists. He heard a shrill cry by his ear. The bird...

Fett moved slowly. This was his best chance at getting rid of the thing...

"HA!" He shot, and the bird's head was completely blown off. Fett rubbed his hands together in glee. We're having dinner tonight!

Oh no. What was it the Wise One had said about breaking laws? Oh yeah, they'd be KICKED OFF KASHYYYK!

He couldn't let that happen...the torture of The Process would be for nothing...he head to make a plan...

Boba heard a rapping on the door. Thank you, Gods of fate!

He swung the door open. There was a tiny Jawa, in sandals. It lifted one hand, flexing the fingers.

"HI!" it screeched.

Boba was shocked. "Aren't Jawas indigenous to Tatooine? And, uh, aren't they unable to speak Basic?"

"I'm speeecial."

"Oh. OK. Look, what's your name?"

"I am Skogurt!"

"Right...um, can you hold this for me?" He rubbed his gun quickly with a cloth and shoved it at the Jawa. "I'll be back in a second." He ran off and returned with the cloth bundled up, a charred smell emanating from it.

"Where are Mill and Bill?" the Jawa asked.

"What?"

"From the Wookiee ghetto nightclub."

"The one open during the day?" Skogurt gave a curt nod. "Oh, they're, uh...well, if you take this package to the Wise One and tell him to open it, he'll tell you. But only if you say it's a gift from you."

"OK!" The Jawa grinned and trotted off. Boba chuckled evilly and sat down in front of the holonet. Five minutes later there was a great roar, and shortly after that a burning smell wafted in on the wind.

Mmn...Jawa...