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  Star Wars

  Boba Fett

  Book 1

  The Fight to Survive

  by Terry Bisson

  source: IRC

  uploaded: 09.I.2006

  CHAPTER ONE

  Rain.

  Some hate, it.

  Some love it.

  Some, like Boba Fett, can hardly. remember a time without it.

  Supposedly, free water is rare in the galaxy, but" you would never

  know it on his planet. It comes down in sheets, day and night, covering

  this world, which is all seas except for a few cities on platforms.

  The world is called Kamino. The city where Boba and his father live is

  called Tipoca City.

  Lived, rather. For this is the story of how they left, and why, and

  what happened after that:.

  You may have heard of Boba Fett's father. He was a bounty hunter. The

  fiercest, fastest, and most fearless bounty hunter in the galaxy.

  Boba Fett was the kid standing in his shadow or by his side. Or

  usually, both.

  When he was lucky, that is. When his dad took him along. Which was

  almost always. Boba was ten, nearly but not quite old enough to be on his

  own.

  Boba liked going with his father. Seeing new worlds, experiencing the

  cold thrill of hyperspace, and even getting to try his hand at the controls

  of his father's small but deadly starship, Slave I, from time to time.

  A bounty hunter is an outlaw, a tracker - and sometimes a killer - for

  hire. He doesn't care who his targets are, or who they're running from, or

  why. He works for the highest bidder, which means the richest and the most

  ruthless beings in the galaxy. No questions asked.

  Being a bounty hunter's son means keeping your mouth shut and your

  eyes open.

  No problem. Boba Fett was proud of his father and proud of what he

  did.

  "I'm a bounty hunter's son," he would say to himself proudly. The

  reason he said it to himself, and to no one else, was that he had no one

  else to say it to.

  He had no friends.

  How can you have friends when you live and travel in secret, sneaking

  on and off planets, avoiding police and security and the dreaded, nosy,

  Jedi Knights?

  A bounty hunter must always be ready to go anywhere and face any

  danger. That was from Jango Fett's code, the rule by which he lived.

  Boba Fett had his own, smaller, more personal code: A bounty hunter's

  kid must always be ready to go with him.

  At age ten, Boba had seen more of the galaxy than most grown-ups. What

  he hadn't seen was the inside of a schoolroom (for he'd never been to

  school). What he hadn't seen was a mother's smile (for he had no mother).

  What he hadn't heard was the laughter of a friend (for he had no friends).

  Just because he hadn't been to school didn't mean Boba was stupid or

  ignorant.

  There were always books. Books to take on trips; books to read at home

  on Kamino. He could get all the books he wanted ("Two at a time, only,

  please!") from the little library at the foot of his street in Tipoca City.

  The library was just a slot in a doorway, but when Boba rang the bell

  the librarian passed out new books and took back the ones that were due,

  the ones Boba had read (or given up on, or decided were boring).

  The librarian, Whrr, was almost like a friend. A friend Boba had never

  actually seen.

  Boba had no idea what Whrr looked like - or even if he was a person.

  He was just a voice through a slot in the library door. In fact, Boba

  figured Whrr could be a droid, since he could hear him whirring and

  clicking when he was getting books or hologames.

  Mostly books.

  Whrr didn't like hologames. "Use your imagination!" he would say.

  "Find the pictures there! Find the music there!"

  Boba agreed. He liked books because the pictures they made in his mind

  were better than the ones in the hologames.

  Boba knew about friends from books.

  Lots of books are about friends. Friends having adventures, making

  discoveries, or just hanging out.

  Sometimes Boba pretended to have friends. (Pretending is a form of

  wishing.)

  But his father's voice was always in his head: "Boba, stay unattached.

  Remember: No friends, no enemies. Only allies and adversaries."

  That saying was from Jango Fett's code. Boba's father had lots of

  sayings, and they were all from his code.

  Jango Fett had one friend, though. She was a bounty hunter herself.

  Her name was Zam Wesell.

  Zam could be beautiful but bad. She liked to be bad. She sometimes

  read books about famous outlaws and bloody battles.

  It was Zam who first mentioned that Boba should read, even though she

  herself didn't read much. "Want adventure? Read books," Zam said. "Then

  when you get tired of the excitement, you can close the book. Better than

  real life."

  Boba's father didn't read much. "Books? A waste of time," he said.

  "Read maps, Boba. Instructions. Warnings. Important stuff."

  Boba read all that - but he liked books better. Especially books about

  droids and starships, stuff he knew he could use someday.

  Sometimes Boba thought Zam had told him to read books just because his

  dad thought it was a waste of time. Zam liked to tease Jango.

  Zam was a changeling, a Clawdite. She changed the form of her body

  back and forth, depending on the situation.

  Mothers didn't do that, Boba was pretty sure. He had read about

  mothers in books, even though he had never met one.

  A mother seemed like a nice thing to have.

  Once, when he was little, Boba asked his father who his mother was.

  "You never had one," said his father. "You are a clone. That means you

  are my son. Period. No one else, no woman was involved."

  Boba nodded. That meant he was exactly like his father, Jango Fett.

  That meant he was special.

  Still, sometimes, in secret, he wished he had a mother.

  Boba and his father lived on Kamino because Jango Fett had a job to do

  there. He was training a special army of super-soldiers for a man named

  Count Tyranus.

  Boba liked to watch the soldiers, lined up in long ranks, marching in

  the rain. They never got tired and they never complained and they all

  looked exactly alike - - - exactly like his father, only younger. Exactly

  like Boba himself, only older.

  "They are also my clones," Jango Fett told him once when he was

  little.

  It was what Boba had expected to hear. But it still hurt. "Just like

  me?"

  "Not like you," said Jango Fett. "They are just soldiers. They grow up

  twice as fast and only live half as long. You are the only true clone. You

  are my real son."

  "I see," said Boba. He felt better. Still, he didn't go watch the

  clones march anymore. And he didn't feel quite as special as before.

  Tyranus was an old man with a long, lean face and eyes like a hawk.

  Boba
had never seen him in person - only on holograms when he gave

  instructions to Jango Fett, or asked about the progress of the clone army.

  Jango called him "Count" and was always polite. But that didn't mean

  he liked him, Boba knew.

  Always be polite to a client. That was part of Jango's code.

  One night Boba heard his father and the Count talking about a new job

  on a faraway planet.

  The Count told Jango Fett that the job would be very dangerous.

  That didn't stop Boba's father, of course. Later on, Boba wondered if

  maybe the Count had played up the danger to make sure Jango took the job.

  You never knew, with grown-ups.

  Jango agreed to do the job. He told the Count he would have to meet up

  with Zam Wesell and take her along with him.

  Boba grinned when he heard that. If they were both going, that meant

  he might get to go, too. No such luck.

  The next morning, Jango Fett strapped on his battle armor and told

  Boba that he and Zam were going on a trip.

  "Me too?" Boba asked hopefully.

  Jango shook his head. "Sorry, son. You're going to have to stay home

  alone."

  Boba groaned.

  "A bounty hunter never complains," said Jango, in that special voice

  he reserved for his code. "And neither does his son."

  "But..."

  "No buts, son. This is a special job for the Count. Zam and I have to

  travel fast and light." "I'm fast," Boba said. "And I'm light!"

  Jango Fett laughed. "A little too light," he said, patting Boba on the

  head. "But big enough to stay here on your own. It will only be a few days.

  "

  The next morning Boba woke up alone in the apartment. Home alone - but

  not entirely alone.

  His father had left him a bowl with five sea‑mice in it. And a note:

  We'll be back when these are gone.

  Sea-mice can live in either air or water. They are incredibly cute,

  with big brown eyes and little paws that turn to flippers when you put them

  into the water.

  They are also incredibly good to eat... if you are a sea eel.

  Jango's pet sea eel lived in a tank in the bedroom.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Boba was surprised to find that he liked being home alone.

  The apartment was all his. Three squares came out of the cookslot

  every day, heated to perfection.

  Boba could come and go as he liked. He could hang around the

  spaceport, admiring the sleek fighters and imagining himself at the

  controls. He could pretend he was a bounty hunter and "track" unsuspecting

  people on the street. Or, when he grew tired of the endless rain, he could

  curl up and read on the couch.

  It wasn't even lonely. When Boba was with his father, Jango Fett

  hardly ever talked. But when Boba was alone he could hear his father's

  voice in his head all the time. "Boba do this. Boba do, that."

  It was as good as having him actually around. Better, in fact.

  * * *

  The first two days were easy. And in three more days, Jango and Zam

  Wesell would be back. How did Boba know?

  There were only three sea-mice left. The eel ate one a day. Every

  morning Boba took a sea-mouse out of the bowl and dropped it into the eel's

  tank.

  The eel had no name. Just "eel."

  Boba didn't like its narrow eyes and huge mouth. Or the way it

  swallowed the little sea-mice in one gulp - then digested them slowly,

  taking all day.

  It was creepy.

  Jango Fett usually fed the eel. But now it was Boba's job. The note

  had said it all: We'll be back when these are gone.

  Boba knew that his dad thought it was important for his son to learn

  to do what was necessary, even when it was creepy. Even when it was cruel.

  The bounty hunter is free of attachments was one of his sayings.

  Another was: Life feeds on death.

  On the third morning, when Boba woke up and heated his breakfast,

  there were three sea-mice left

  He decided to spare one. He felt sorry for the sea-mice with their big

  brown eyes. What if he gave the eel his own breakfast - or, say, half of

  it?

  He could hear his dad's voice in his ear: Vary your routine. Patterns

  are traps. (JFC)

  "Okay, Dad," Baba said.

  Boba broke his breakfast roll in two and dropped half into the eel's

  tank. It was gone in an instant.

  Then he reached down into the bowl and picked up one of the sea-mice.

  The sea-mouse made it easy, grabbing Boba's fingers with his tiny paws.

  Maybe he knows I'm not going to feed him to the eel, Boba thought. But

  no, each of the others had looked at him in exactly the same way, right

  before he had dropped them into the eel's tank.

  This one has it right, though, Boba thought. / have to make him gone,

  but I can do it another way. I am going to give him his freedom.

  That was the plan, anyway.

  Boba took the sea-mouse into the hall, down the turbolift, and out to

  the courtyard behind the apartment building.

  He set him down in the weed garden. "So long, little sea-mouse," he

  said. "You're free."

  The sea-mouse looked up at Boba, more terrified than happy. Maybe he

  doesn't know what freedom is, Boba thought. Boba gave him a push with his

  fingertips, and the tiny creature disappeared into the tall, rain-wet

  grass. A little wave of movement in the grass showed where he was going.

  Then a bigger wave intersected it.

  Boba heard a tiny scream - then silence.

  CHAPTER THREE

  That afternoon Boba went to the library. It always made him feel

  better to go to the library. Well, not always, but often.

  He stuck the books he was returning into the slot. The light came on,

  and Whrr whirred and clicked. "Boba!" he said, "How're you feeling?"

  "Not great," said Boba. He told Whrr what had happened with the sea-

  mouse.

  "Not great," agreed Whrr, "but at least you tried. Life is hard on the

  weak and the small, I guess."

  "What do you mean, you guess?" asked Boba. "Don't you know?"

  "Not really," said Whrr. "That's why, I stay in here, out of the way."

  He whirred his change the subject noise. "Ready for some new books? Did you

  actually finish these?"

  "Mostly," said Boba. "I like to read about navigation and starship

  flying."

  "You are reading faster," said Whrr, passing the new books through the

  slot. "That's good!" "Why is that good?"

  "You can read more books!"

  Boba had to laugh.

  "Why are you laughing?" Whrr asked. He sounded a little offended.

  "My dad says, if you are a pilot, everything looks like a ship," said

  Boba.

  "So?"

  "So, Whrr, if you had your way, everybody would read books."

  "So? I don't understand what's so funny about that," Whrr said, with a

  disapproving click.

  "Never mind, see ya later!" Boba said, and he took his books and ran.

  Time to get rid of another sea-mouse.

  Boba woke up determined to try to do the right thing this time. He

  gave the eel all his breakfast. The eel ate it in one gulp.

  There were only two sea-mice left in the bowl. They both looked up at

  him with th
eir little brown eyes pleading.

  "I have to make you gone," Boba said as he picked one up. "But I'm not

  going to feed you to the eel. I'm going to set you free for real."

  He locked the apartment door and took the turbolift down to the

  street. He stuck the sea-mouse inside his shirt so no one could see it.

  It seemed to like it there. When Boba pulled it out it was sleeping.

  He held it out in the rain as he walked toward the edge of Tipoca

  City. He wanted to watch its paw turn into a flipper, but it only turned

  halfway.

  I guess it takes seawater, Boba thought, heading toward the sound of

  the waves.

  Tipoca City is built on a platform over the sea. Huge waves boom and