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Okay, so, you might remember from my Gaze
Into The Future that I am creating quite a lot of fan-fiction, such as new
crossovers and stories based on cancelled media, including 1313, LucasArts’ amazing company-wide game. Below is a preview to
my own adaptation of the awesome Boba Fett story, with special thanks to IGN,
who supplied Star Wars fans with a
load of 1313 information, and also
everyone who was working on the game, especially the concept artists, because
if it wasn’t for the concept artists, I wouldn’t be able to understand the
story as well as I do!
To
read the preview, either follow the link below, or read the rest of the post!
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1B9TjxvQoGU7Uodvln7nvOAlwiejgaBCQ/view?usp=sharing
Orbit
of Tatooine, 11 BBY
“Tatooine.” Boba Fett skewered his personal
spacecraft, Slave One, towards the sand-covered desert planet. The Slave had
once been the iconic transport of the skilled bounty hunter Jango Fett, but
since Jango’s passing on Geonosis, the ship had been presented to Boba, who was
Jango’s genetically cloned son. “Haven’t been here in a while.” As he passed the
planet’s two moons, he soared towards what appeared to be a sandstorm, not that
he cared. “I’m in for a wild ride,” he spoke to himself. He launched the ship
forward, full speed ahead, almost accelerating into hyperspace. The Slave’s
boosters shot the craft directly towards its destination, and a parsec before
crashing into the dunes, Boba pulled the ship off the ground, sand flying
everywhere. He then landed a few hundred metres from a Sandcrawler. As the main
exit slowly opened up into the broad daylight, Boba engraved his boots into the
warm dust below his feet. He treaded across the paths of the short but
mischievous Jawas, and headed straight for shelter. On his head, he wore his
father’s metal helmet, and on his back he carried a long blaster rifle, similar
to the DC-15 rifles, used by the Republic’s clone troopers during the Clone
Wars, who later betrayed and killed their masters, resulting in this fine
Imperial mess. In the distance, he spotted a lone dewback. Carrying a large
sack on his left shoulder, he dragged himself towards the green creature, and
chucked his belongings onto the animal’s back. He gazed towards the Sandcrawler
up ahead, and began to trot towards the large vehicle. While the sandstorm grew
stronger, the Jawas attempted to evacuate from their selling of droids. Fett
wore a large brown poncho, which flew side-to-side during the storm. He ran towards the short creatures and
shouted, “Kuminee bok cuza—” Fett was interrupted by the Jawas, who took one
glance at Fett’s rifle and screamed, “Ny shootogwa! Ny shootogwa!” The leading
Jawa turned to his companions. “Gogowa!” he shrieked. Boba turned back to his
dewback, and lowered his rangefinder to find the nearest shelter. He hopped on
and sailed away. A shadow appeared from behind the Sandcrawler. He spoke into a
comlink, “Fett doth bolla, o cakanle Jabba....”
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