Galactic Plague
10 years A.B.Y.
(Chapter 9- An Unexpected Partnership)
"Why should we trust you?" Han yelled at the hunter as Chewbacca bellowed his approval to Han's question. "No time for this now," Fett answered, as he used his jetpack to launch himself across the room and take out another pair of guards via his flamethrower. Before his feet touched the ground again, Fett's scorched security guards were just a pile of soot and ashes. There were fewer left now, a group of originally twenty guards now a meager four.
Chewbacca leapt in front of the third to last guard, grabbed the struggling man and tossed him into the steel doorframe. One down, two to go. Luke ran to another guard, who had Han pinned down behind the desk near the building's entrance. Vrooom! Luke's lightsaber slashed off the struggling creatures arm. Before Luke could raise his energy sword again, the man collapsed due to a dart that had flown, out of nowhere, into its target. Not one guard was left.
"Alright, Fett. Why are you here? And what's going on here?" Han demanded as the hunter strolled over to them as if this was what he did every day (which he did). "I'll make this short, Solo," Fett answered briskly. "Mon Mothma hired me to ensure you completed your little "mission" easily,"
"And why didn't she tell us first," was Han's reply. "She knew you wouldn't trust me," Fett said easily. "I can see she was right. Accept it now, Solo. I'm here to help. Oh, and the "guards" you just had to fight? All Anzati. The success of your mission means the success of mine," said the Mandalorian, who already began charging his blaster rifle and taking aim as more Anzati guards approached.
