Galactic Plague
10 years A.B.Y.
(Chapter 11- Target Practice All Over Again…)
"Run!" Han yelled as a new horde of Anzati flung themselves at them. "To the Falcon!" he said, as the three friends began the journey back to their ship. Once again, Fett activated his jetpack, waited several seconds until Luke, Han, and Chewie had moved away from the Anzati, and fired a rocket from his wrist launcher. BOOM! Six of the eight Anzati chasing them were gone, turned into nothing more than dust on the roads of Rakkitan by the hunter' high-powered explosive. Luke summoned the Force to him, trying to call it for use. Han could feel an intense wind on the back of his neck as Luke used a Force Push, knocking the last two of the creatures into the small building that was now collapsing from the aftershock of Fett's rocket.
At last, thought Han as they approached the Millennium Falcon. He could now see the small ship that was grounded in a nearby cave. "The Slave I," the Corellian muttered under his breath. Han still couldn't believe their luck at actually having Boba Fett on their side.
"This is where I go," Fett said as Chewie disappeared into the Falcon, getting it prepped for takeoff.
"You should really consider working for the New Republic more," Luke told Fett.
"I go where the money goes", Boba Fett said. "Goodbye, Skywalker. It was good to finally work with you. And you, Solo," continued Fett, as he walked up the landing ramp to his ship.
"Yeah, yeah. Somehow I don't feel like crying yet," Han said. "Luke we gotta go."
Back in space, the Millennium Falcon cleared the atmosphere and prepared for the jump to Lightspeed. "Luke, its kind of obvious now, but I'll say it," Han said in the cockpit as the white streaks that were stars began flying past them at a more rapid pace. "I think we found the Anzati homeworld. I think we just discovered Anzat."
The End
