Boba Fett
A chip off the old block, that's what Dad used to call me. I am, too. He explained it to me once: the Kaminoans took a cell from him and used it to make me. So I am exactly the same as him, only better, because he can teach me all the stuff he knows.
Or, at least, he could, if he wasn't dead. But that Jedi—! He wasn't doing anything other than what he was hired to do! He didn't deserve to die. He didn't do anything wrong!
I'm going to be better than Dad. I'll show them.
Just in case you didn't catch the timeline here, this is just days after the Battle of Geonosis (because I highly doubt that adult-Boba would think like that... but a kid would).
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