Boba Fett stepped out of his ship.

This was his second time on Bespin, and his fourth working for the empire. A storm trooper met him on the landing platform. Boba wanted to shoot his head off. He wanted to shoot all of their heads off. At least he wasn't a clone. The clones could have handled this.

Boba walked right past him down the platform. The storm trooper saluted, and then followed. "Sir… there are ten of them sir. Six of them are fighting the other four. Some of them are monsters sir."

Boba stopped and grabbed the trooper by the throat. "There are no such things as monsters." He said, releasing him. He shouldn't have lost his temper. He just really hated storm troopers. Man, how hard is it to defeat ten people that the emperor wanted him on the job? He could not beleive that a soldier of the empire was showing fear. Wait... yes he could beleive.

Storm troopers.

Suddenly, the door to the landing platform exploded. He ducked, and it hit the trooper, knocking him off the edge with a scream.

Hahahahahahahahaha!

Boba analyzed his prey.

First, he noticed that four of them wear wearing matching uniforms, blue with a symbol on it. One of them was enormous, and seemed to be covered with orange scales. He couldn't think of a species that he belonged to.

The one that Boba assumed to be the leader seemed like a human except that his body stretched to impossible lengths. Boba decided he might be the trickiest.

Then there was the other one. He looked like a human kid, except he was on fire and flying.

Then the other, the female, had disappeared. She reappeared in short order, and made gestures at their opponents, sending them flying.

A Jedi.

Boba immediately decided that the other six were the more dangerous, in that they were actually putting up a fight against them.

One of them was an old man in a green suit with wings.

Another was dressed in orange hunting gear, and fighting with a spear and two knives.

Then there was some sort of alien made of sand.

And another that channeled electricity.

One wore a spacesuit with mist seeping out of it.

The last one was an overweight man with six mechanical arms.

All these notes and realizations on how to beat them came in an instant. Boba decided the man with the mechanical arms was probably the most dangerous, and shot him first. One of the arms spun and deflected his shot. The man turned to face Boba, who shot again, and again the shot was deflected. The tentacles started to lift the man towards Boba.

Boba decided to change his tactics. He ran towards the man, surreptitiously removing a throwing knife from his belt. The man grabbed him, and Boba willed himself to be hard enough not to be torn apart.

"You dare shoot Dr. Otto Octavious?" The man yelled at him. He spat when he yelled. Disgusting. With a flick of his wrist, Boba's throwing knife hit him hilt first right between the eyes, shattering his dark goggles and knocking him unconscious.

The firey kid landed in front of him. "Hey thanks for the assist man." He said with thumbs up.

Boba punched him in the face.

Then he took out his gun, and shot the wings off of the flying old man. Best get rid of the easy targets now, before they become a distraction later on.

"Johnny!" The Jedi girl cried, and Boba felt an impact drive him into the deck. He went limp and played dead. Once the pressure fell off of him, he quickly took up his gun and shot her.

The shot ricocheted off of her force shield, and she pounded him with the force again. Boba thanked his armor for its good work at keeping him alive. He fired again, this time taking a concussion grenade, and throwing it at the same time. She deflected the laser bolt, but the grenade triggered just as it flew past her and exploded.

She fell limp on the ground, and several others were knocked back.

"Susan!" The stretchy one cried as he knelt next to her.

The scaled creature moved forward. "That's it punk. It's clobberin' time!"

Boba shot at the beast several times, and discarded his gun. The bolts just stopped at the beasts hide. Boba realized that if the previous examples proved constants, shooting them was a bad idea.

He threw another grenade, but the thing just kept coming. It was time to get close.

The thing attempted to pound him, but he dodged. It hit the deck with both his massive fists, rocking the landing platform. Boba had to stop this before it crumbled and his ship fell off.

He climbed onto the thing's back and poked both his fingers in his eyes, withdrawing them quickly, before solid rock eyebrows crushed them. The thing screamed, and Boba stuffed his last grenade into his mouth.

There was a muffled thud, and the thing collapsed backwards, Boba getting out of the way before he was crushed.

Then something hit him in the back of the head. It was the stretching man.

"Let's see how you manage to beat me!" He cried, wrapping his body around him.

Boba wished he had his gun, but it probably wouldn't help anyways. He punched and kicked, but all that did was nothing. Enough was enough. He grabbed a fistful of his captor, and took out his armspikes. They managed to find purchase, and he tore the handful up.

The man screamed, and momentarily lost focus, opening up a little. A little was all Boba would need.

He activated his jetpack and flew out of the man, landing a short distance away.

The man was angry now, and started chasing Boba.

Not the best move of his life.

Boba ran into the complex. Loathe as he was to separate himself from the rest of his prey, it had to be done.

The chase spanned through several hallways of eggshell white, and through an air duct. Thankfully, it looked like Boba had cut up his leg, otherwise the man would have hive already. Boba fell out of the air ducts with the man just behind him. He just wouldn't quit would he? He was goin to enjoy beating this guy.

A flexible arm grabbed him, and he turned around to punch the man's face. It did nothing, the man just stretched. Boba grunted at this minor inconvenience, and slammed his face-covered fist into the wall. There was a muffled yell and the hand let go, and Boba ran into the room shutting the grill behind him.

He ran into the middle of the chamber, and set up his trap, tapping the control panel fast.

The man walked through the grill, and with a scream he launched himself at Boba Fett.

Boba stood in front of the pit in the middle of the room, and just when the man stretched himself around him, he pushed off backwards. They tumbled into the pit together. The man had encased Boba Fett fully by now, and was trying to take off his helmet. Probably so he could suffocate him. Boba was pushing at the elastic form, giving himself as much breathing room as possible.

Boba counted down in his head… 3… 2… 1… I hope it works.

He heard a muffled scream and a hiss, and his captor stopped moving.

Boba wriggled and squirmed in the awkward frozen package. He had to give the man some credit; he had a nice suit. Not very good in a fight, but it was able to protect Boba from the effects of being frozen in carbonite. Now if only he could breathe underneath, his quarry would have a way of beating Boba Fett.

Eventually, Boba managed to peel back layers of blue fabric to reveal the rocky outer shell. He punched his way through, and crumbled out into the light.

His breathing was off, and his vision impaired. It could have been worse.

He looked back and saw the blue tendrils still moving. Trying to escape the carbonite. He walked back to the control panel, and sunk the slab of carbonite back in to freeze it again.

Yes indeed; it could have been a lot worse.

He ran back to the landing platform. The man in carbonite would keep; his other prey might not.

Upon entering the platform, the man in the orange clothes was gone. The others were getting up. He walked over to the man in the spacesuit.

Though come to think of it, he didn't think it was a spacesuit. Maybe it was just there for effect. Why would somebody jump into the abyss of space with nothing but a thin sheet of glass surrounding their head and no structural backing?

Boba punched clean through it.

"What the-" He punched the wingless old man too. There were now only two people left. The sand alien and the electric alien.

The sand thing launched itself at him and enveloped him. Boba sighed. His suit's life-support systems would hold out. He was already bored of playing this game from the other guy. He pushed a button on his arm pad, and launched his rocket.

The sand monster exploded outwards, and Boba turned on his jetpack. Every piece of sand behind him was turned to glass. The sand in front of him tried to run away, but Boba turned on his flamethrower.

There were pleads for mercy, then silence. And then, there was a fresh glass sculpture.

The electric alien screamed, "We'll teach you to mess with the sinister six punk!" And shot lightning at him.

Boba leapt off the ground and turned his jetpack on so he wouldn't be grounded, but the electric alien short circuited it. He fell to the ground, and soon all his systems were shut down, including his helmet system. The barrage of lightning continued. Fortunately his suit was insulated. It shielded him from the electricity.

Including his helmet.

"What're ya gonna do now huh?" the alien yelled.

Like lightning himself, Boba threw his helmet into the air.

"What the-?" the alien asked before the helmet landed directly on top of his head.

"Arrgh!" He cried trying to pull it off, but he was too slow.

Boba was already there, pounding away at the blind alien where it was safe to punch now without getting fried.

His face!

The poor alien collapsed. Now it was time to hunt down that last one.

"Impressive."

Boba turned around. The man in the orange fur hunting gear was holding his blaster.

"Very impressive. Can I know your name sir?"

Silence.

"Very well. My name is Kraven. Kraven the Hunter. I am the greatest hunter in my galaxy. I have trained myself in a self-invented martial art, which has only failed me against one opponent yet. I have fought monsters of the darkest jungles, rulers of the Serengeti, beasts of the highest ferocity, and I would very much like to fight you." He tossed the gun aside.

Boba was exhausted from all of his previous fighting, and most of his weapons had been short-circuited. He grinned grimly, and drew his armspikes.

They leapt at each other; hunter vs. hunter. Kraven's spear was broken and discarded early on. He drew his lethal twin knives and launched into a swirling ballet of death. Boba did his best to block with his armspikes, and launched a few kicks in opportune moments. Both fighters knew the risks. Both knew that one mistake would be the key to victory or defeat.

Boba examined Kraven. His fighting style was like nothing he'd ever seen, and since he said he invented it that made sense. Kraven had a few advantages. Firstly, Boba's helmet was lying on the ground on the other side of the platform. His face was wide open fir an attack. Secondly, Boba had not met this fighting style before. He'd have to use everything at his disposal to win.

But Boba knew something. Kraven was fighting those four in blue suits before Boba came in. And he'd have to fight off the effects of the concussion grenade like everybody else. He was tired too; he was just trying not to show it.

Boba pressed an attack, slicing at Kraven's arms, trying to get in a solid hit.

Kraven launched a spinning kick, blocking Boba's armspikes and jabbing his left upper arm with his toes.

Boba's arm went numb, but he continued to fight without it. He knocked one of Kraven's knifes away, and kicked him hard between the legs.

Kraven doubled over, but still managed to block a kick that was meant to send him into unconsciousness.

Boba turned it into a disarming kick, and knocked the second knife out of Kraven's hand.

They continued to fight like this for another half an hour, each gaining then losing, and then gaining again. Neither one willing to give an inch. Both ready to tear the other apart, and feed him to a wild animal somewhere.

Eventually, they stopped. Standing facing each other on opposite ends of the platform.

Boba was sore and bruised all over, but some feeling was coming back into his arm.

Kraven was scratched and bleeding, with snapped off pieces of Boba's armspikes embedded in his collar.

Imperial storm troopers waited at the sidelines to shoot him.

They were both panting heavily, and assessing each other.

Finally, Kraven spoke. "I yield. I will go with you quietly, for it will be no great shame to lose to a fellow predator like yourself. Just tell me your name.

His grim adversary stared at him, for a long while. Then whispered hoarsely, "Boba Fett."

Kraven bowed. Boba did the same. The storm troopers marched up and cuffed him.

There was hardly any room for his prey in his ship, so he carbonized them all. Except for Kraven. He let him ride (in constraints) in the front seat. They had a nice talk on the way to coruscant.