Hey! I'll try to be more reliable in updates and everything, but as I said before: SCHOOL.

Chapter 9

I'll be back Son. I promise. Boba watched as Jango jetted into the arena and joined the battle, dropping one Jedi after another with his deadly aim. And he watched as the dark-skinned Jedi killed him, leaving Boba without a friend in the galaxy. I'll be back…

Boba jolted awake, shaking and soaked with sweat. He'd had that dream before, but it had never been so vivid... Even though his Father had been half-way across the arena, Boba had heard the metallic clang as Jango's helmet hit the arid ground. The same helmet that he had on now. Suddenly feeling claustrophobic, Boba yanked it off his head and drew in a shaky breath. Beep,beep, beep… Still feeling the after-effects of his nightmare, Boba squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head before getting up and going to the cockpit.

"Of all the pieces of junk in this galaxy, you are the worst, you di'kut."

When Boba had entered the cockpit of the Slave a few hours ago, the low fuel gauge had been blinking. Normally, not a problem. But when he had landed to refuel, he saw that the Slave's fuel line had eroded through. And depending on the quantity and quality of the products that the local store-keepers had, he could be stuck here anywhere from one day, to one month. Those are the consequences of not inspecting your ship, and of landing on some rotten backwater planet such as this. In a rare show of anger, Boba slammed his fist into the Slave's hull. And to top it all off, other bounty hunter's might get wind of his situation and try to steal his merchandise. Boba growled at the very thought of it.

"What, did you say!"

The security guard glanced up from his papers. "Just what I said, Sir. Randia is not an advocate of jails, or of holding people against their will. Unless you un-bind this young man here, you will have to leave."

Boba glowered at the guard, who dismissed them with a nod of his head. Someday, people everywhere were going to respect him. Everyone in the galaxy, even the ones on this backwater planet, Randia, was going to feel the cold hand of fear at the very mention of his name. Someday….

"Get up."

Fidel sat up groggily, rubbing his eyes as he did so. Oooh he felt terrible. Like a couple hundred nerfs had stampeded over him…

"Get, up."

Fidel felt Fett grab the scruff of his shirt and jerk him to a standing position. Well someone got up on the wrong side of the bunk…

"I'm sorry, Sir, but binders are not permitted on Randia."

Boba almost howled with frustration. Experimentally, he had gone to the other side of the spaceport to try and get through… And to no avail.

"Then would you kindly tell me what is allowed on this planet?" Boba all but snarled.

"Well Sir, if you're having trouble with this vrelt, then you can purchase some rope. But no binders are allowed, I'm sorry to say."

Boba studied the young man in front of him, while taking the binders off of Masdon. He seemed to look at the bounty hunter with something akin to, well, excitement oddly enough.

"Here," Boba said as he handed the binders over to the guard. The guard inclined his head. "Thank you, Sir."

Boba nodded his head before grabbing Masdon by the arm, and training his blaster on him. As he walked off he heard the young guard say softly, "Good luck, Boba Fett."

Randia 5 was tropical planet, situated beyond the Outer Rim territories. A third of the planet was covered in fresh water oceans, and the other two thirds in thick, silver jungles. And with jungles, came humidity. And with humidity, came flies, hoards of them.

"Hey Fett, you got anything in your equipment that kills Randian Blood Flies?"

Fidel got a shove in answer. Ever since they had left the spaceport, Boba Fett's temper had gone from bad, to worse. Fidel could tell by the way his arm had gone from aching, to completely numb. Right now, as far as Fidel could tell, they were heading to get some rope. Just my luck, he thought cheerfully. With ropes, he had a chance to escape. And maybe by some twist of fortune, get some sympathetic natives on his side.

Boba watched the Randian aboriginals carefully, trying to gauge their reactions on seeing a stranger willfully disobeying one of their laws by tying someone's hands. For the most part, they all ignored him, and Masdon. Up ahead, a young Randian male (Although not terribly educated in alien anatomy, Boba deduced that Randian males were larger and had bright blue skin, while Randian females were smaller and had dull silver skin.) barreled around a corner and, being unable to stop in time, cannoned into Masdon, who tried valiantly, but futilely, to keep standing. Masdon fell in a heap, followed closely by the randian. Boba muttered angrily under his breath before holstering his blaster ad jerking the offending randian to his feet and shoving him away from Masdon snarling, "Get out of here!"

Turning his attention back to Masdon, he also jerked him to his feet and ordered him to start walking, not knowing, not suspecting, that the incident had been purposeful.