The Boba Fett Trilogy

The Boba Fett Trilogy

Part 2

Belly of the Beast

Boba Fett awoke in his luxurious bed, tangled in the bodies of three of his beautiful slave girls.  He smiled as he recalled the hours of sexual escapades from the previous night.  Sliding out of the bed slowly, not disturbing the exhausted women, Fett quietly donned a loose fitting robe and comfortable pants.  The rich fabric was a stark contrast to the utilitarian armor he had worn most of his life.

Fett walked causally into the large room that served as his private haven.  All around him were the sleeping bodies of the most beautiful and seductive women he had ever known.  He was atop the highest tower of Jabba’s palace.  Fett’s palace he corrected himself mentally, as he walked across the spacious room to greet the twin Tatooine suns as dawn rose over the harsh desert.  As the warm desert air brushed over him he leaned out over the railing and surveyed the world beneath him.

He had made it.  He had succeeded beyond his wildest dreams.  Here he stood atop his own criminal empire, master of all beneath him.  And soon, he would control Tatooine completely.  After that, who knew how far he could go.  As the twin suns rose to bath him in their warmth, he wondered if some day his ambitions could take him to the heart of the galaxy, even to control of the Empire itself.

Boba thought back on his decision to release Leia Organa yesterday.  He was still sure it had been a smart move.  No matter what the rebel said to him, he knew she still loved Solo.  His release of Leia and her carbonite encased smuggler had probably saved him from a vibro-dagger while he slept.  And he intended to be far more cautious than Jabba had been.

“Good morning, my love.” Rystáll’s voice came from behind him.  Boba turned to find the beautiful alien completely naked, her lavender skin flawless in the morning light.

Without a word she dropped to her knees and gently pulled Boba’s pants down.  With a smile she wordlessly took his cock into her mouth and began gently sucking him to full hardness.

Boba leaned back on the balcony railing and enjoyed the sensation of Rystáll’s insistent sucking.  He was frankly amazed at his own stamina lately.  He had been sucking and fucking women almost non-stop for a week now.  Ever since Jabba’s death and his ascendance to the throne of this criminal empire.  And yet, he still was ever hard, ever virile, and always ready to fuck another member of his harem.  Often two or three at a time.

Rystáll moved her mouth down to his balls and began gently nibbling on them.  Boba looked down at her, then appraised his cock.  He should have been absolutely raw from the constant stream of pussy he had partaken of this past week and yet, he was apparently in perfect condition.

Two more of his slave girls had awakened and were crawling towards the balcony like hungry Vornskyrrs appraising their prey.  Boba smiled as the blue and red twi’leks advanced with almost perfect unison on all fours, slinking up to surround Rystáll.

“Save some for us…” The red slave girl whispered as she sucked the head of Boba’s cock into her hungry mouth.  Rystáll smiled, with one of Boba’s balls still in her talented mouth, then pulled back with a final lick to allow the blue twi’lek access to her master’s now throbbing erection.  The blue twi’lek dutifully replaced Rystáll’s ministrations on his balls.  Boba did not know the names of the two twi’leks, nor did he care.  In his former life he had been obsessed with details, with planning and perfection.  Now he shut his eyes and enjoyed the incredible sensations of two talented private whores devouring his cock.

Rystáll stood on her hoofed feet and deftly moved behind Boba.  Sliding onto her knees the lavender beauty took hold of her master by his hips and slid her tongue down the crack of his ass.  Boba reached back and ran his hand through her hair as the sexy alien began working her tongue more insistently into Boba’s ass as the twi’leks slowly exchanged places, the red girl taking his balls into her mouth while the blue smiled up at her master and lovingly took the entire length of his cock into her hot mouth deeply.

Boba had to grab onto the handrail firmly to keep his footing as the three voracious sluts devoured him front and back.  He closed his eyes and threw his head back in absolute ecstasy.  As the tongues and mouths worked eagerly to please him, Boba marveled at the way they were somehow in perfect unison with each other.  As if each knew exactly what the other was doing and adjusted to his desires accordingly.

Boba opened his eyes to find Greeata quietly walking onto the balcony beside him.  In truth, Rodians did nothing for him.  But as she had proven last night, that sucking mouth could do absolute wonders.  Boba extended his arm around the green skinned woman as she leaned over the blue twi’lek to suck gently on Boba’s right nipple.  Boba had to gasp as he found himself now sucked and devoured by four women simultaneously.  It was more pleasure than any one man should rightly be allowed to experience.

He turned his head to the left and found his mouth enveloped by the wet, sucking kiss of Lyn Me.  The pale skinned beauty took his face in her hands and kissed the former bounty hunter with more passion than any of the women yet.

Breaking the kiss Lyn Me locked eyes with Boba.  He found it nearly impossible to concentrate on her as Rystáll worked her unrelenting tongue deeper into him from behind.  He felt his entire body beginning to shake as the beautiful women sucked him with more determination every second.

“Oh gods, I love you so much.”  Lyn Me gasped with adoration as she leaned in and passionately kissed him again.

Boba had finally reached his peak, he felt like he was practically floating in a sea of sucking mouths dedicated to his pleasure.  He began to shiver and convulse as an orgasm rocked his entire body.  He nearly lost his footing as he exploded into the blue twi’lek’s mouth, her red double mewling excitedly as she felt his balls contract in her mouth.  Behind him, Rystáll continued her tongue assault, stimulating him in ways he’d never felt before.  Lyn Me sucked on his mouth violently as he came, almost devouring his saliva like a hungry gundark as he struggled to stay standing.

Boba was still trembling slightly when the women all slowly pulled away from him.  He struggled to step forward and felt their tender hands guiding him back inside the central room of his private harem.  As they led him onto a plush couch, he surveyed the rest of his sexual slaves.

He had women of virtually every species in the galaxy all around him.  They were all in various states of undress and each had a flawless body.  Some were only beginning to stir from their sleep while others were gently caressing each other while starring at him.  He had ordered his majordomo Bib Fortuna to convert this communications tower in his private chamber days ago.  It had been redecorated in almost record time and Boba still marveled at how perfectly it had turned out.  Unlike Jabba, Fett still considered himself a private man and he had no desire to continue the exhibitionist displays of the sexually obsessed Hutt that had preceded him.  Fett enjoyed having his conquests here, in private.  The audience chamber was now strictly for business.

Business…Boba knew he really should attend to it.  He had important matters to deal with today.  And yet, as he surveyed the delicious women all beginning to stir around him, he realized he had plenty of time to worry about his new criminal enterprises.  As his cock amazingly regained its full hardness in anticipation of his further conquests, Boba Fett shook his head in wonder.  He was truly in paradise.

“Please fuck me.” Lyn Me whispered in his ear.  “I need you inside me so badly.”

Boba smiled as he felt her small hands massaging his shoulders from behind.

“I’m first today.” A stern voice came from across the room.  It was Arica, a slave girl whose red hair and fiery demeanor had caught his eye back before Jabba’s death.  As the tall redhead crossed the room confidently, Boba appraised her approvingly.  She had more assurance than any other woman here, he had seen that in the way she danced for Jabba.  Her body was not only flawless, but toned and athletic, much like Fett’s own disciplined physique.  She wore only the blue leggings of her dancing costume and was completely in control as she stood before him and straddled Boba’s legs, kneeling on top of him on the couch.

“My pussy needs some loving.” Arica explained, reaching down and taking a firm hold of Boba’s cock.  “Make me cum.” She ordered.

Boba didn’t quite care for Arica’s demanding tone.  He was the master here.  And he recognized her assertiveness at once for what it was: a challenge.

Slowly, the redheaded slut lowered herself onto Boba’s waiting erection.  She gritted her teeth but didn’t make a sound as she took every inch of him into her wet pussy.

Lyn Me made a pouting sound and pulled back to allow Arica the first fuck of the day.

Boba reached up and took hold of Arica by the breasts.  He began moving her up and down on him, controlling her fucking as he pushed up into her firmly.

Arica locked eyes with Boba, and struggled to maintain control.  She enjoyed having power over others.  He could see it in her eyes.  This was a battle to see who would cum first.  And Boba silently accepted the challenge as he began thrusting into her agile body harder and harder with each stroke.

Arica threw her head back and moaned uncontrollably as Boba slammed her pussy violently.  He would control her…dominate her.  She belonged to him as all the other women here did.  Boba began to jackhammer her pussy faster and faster.  He could feel his orgasm building, but fought it down with the discipline that had made him the greatest bounty hunter in the galaxy.

Arica was losing and she knew it.  She grabbed instinctively at Boba’s wrists, weakly trying to pull him away but he refused to release his iron grip on her breasts.  Arica was pummeled again and again until she began thrashing her head around violently, screaming like a wanton whore.

“Aaahhhhhhhh!” she called out as her body convulsed in an orgasm.  Boba let her completely cum, then pushed her off his cock onto the ground.  Arica laid there, her legs trembling uncontrollably in post-orgasmic bliss as she starred up with a worshipful gaze at the large cock that had just dominated her.

“Now you understand.” Lyn Me mewled as she walked between the two and, facing away from Boba, lowered herself onto his dick with one quick motion.

“Ohhhhh.” Lyn Me moaned. “He’s the greatest man in the galaxy Arica.  You’re just one of his bitches.”

Lyn Me began moving her leg muscles up and down as she impaled herself on Boba backwards, leaning towards the defeated redhead with a mocking smile.

“Love him as I do,” she panted, “And he might just keep you around.”

Arica nodded in utter defeat and slinked off on shaking legs.  All around him, the other women of the harem were watching their master fuck Lyn Me with envious eyes.  They began to lick and kiss each other, caressing and waiting their turns to be honored by their master’s dick.  Boba looked left and saw two of his slave girls devouring each other’s pussies and quietly moaning as they stimulated each other while waiting for him to pleasure them.  To his right, at least six alien females of one species or another were starring at him, gently licking their lips or licking each other in anticipation of the powerful fuck session Boba would give them today, just as he had yesterday. 

Arica slowly sat down next to the two slave girls eating one another.  One had pink hair, the other, pure white.  Boba couldn’t remember their names anymore, he just called them Pink and White.  Still not quite recovered from Boba’s fuck, Arica slid her tongue seductively along Pink’s perfect ass, never breaking eye contact with Boba.

Rystáll’s hoofed feet where suddenly at his sides on the couch as he looked up to find her lowering her perfect pussy right into his face.  Boba took hold of the dancer’s ass and began to devour her seething pussy while Lyn Me continued her backwards jackhammer fucking of his cock.  Rystáll moaned as Boba ate her hairless slit perfectly, grinding her velvet pussy into her lover’s mouth.  Boba trailed his tongue up and down her wet slit, teasing her and pleasing her as his harem girls all looked on in admiration.

With a sudden scream, Lyn Me came violently all over Boba’s cock.  Rystáll was right behind her dancer friend, as she exploded into Boba’s sucking mouth, his hands holding her firmly.

His cock still hard and ready for more, he gently pushed Rystáll and Lyn Me off him and walked up behind Pink, who was too engrossed in her own pussy eating to realize she was about to be taken.  Arica moved aside to allow Boba to thrust into Pink with one swift stroke.  The young girl moaned in ecstasy as Boba held her by the hips and began fucking her savagely.  He felt like a teenager again.  He could fuck and fuck for hours and never grow tired.  He had heard of people using death sticks having stamina for hours on end, but he had never so much as sampled the addictive substance.  Somehow, he was at his absolute physical peak, high on life itself.

White moved her mouth from Pink’s pussy, to suck on Boba’s balls from below as he held Pink firmly and rammed into her repeatedly.  Arica trailed her hands over his back in admiration as he pummeled the young slave girl.  

Arica…Boba had thoroughly enjoyed that conquest.  In fact it had reminded him of just what he had been missing this past week: a challenge.  Everything had been coming so easily lately.  As he unloaded himself with a shudder into Pink’s hungry pussy, he absent mindedly began planning exactly what today’s business was going to be.

 

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Boba felt at home in his battle tested armor again.  He scanned the exterior of the Lucky Despot with his thermographic sensors.  The old converted cargo hauler served as a hotel to Mos Eisley as well as the fortress of his most powerful rival.  As Fett’s sensors identified the guards on the upper and lower levels, he felt his pulse quicken in anticipation of battle.

His minions were ready to strike, slowly moving into position around Lady Valarian’s base of operations.  He silently appraised his forces as they encircled the criminal fortress.  He liked his Weequay soldiers the best.  The spoke even less than he did and they were born warriors.  The Gamorreans and other assorted guards were less disciplined.  But they only needed to serve as a diversion for this operation.  Today Fett would destroy his rival in a single decisive blow.

Bib Fortuna had nearly screamed when he heard the plan yesterday.  A direct assault on Lady Valarian sounded like a suicide mission.  But Fett needed some action.  He craved battle and found nearly as much pleasure in it as he did his harem.  Besides, Fett reasoned: it was the last thing she would ever expect.  Valarian and Jabba had a sort of criminal cold war raging for years on this world.  Fett gripped his blaster tightly and switched his visor to scan for Whiphid life signs.  Cold wars were for pussies.  Today he would heat things up.

At once he found her on the upper-most level of the Luck Despot.  Valarian’s bulky form and distinctively repulsive physique filled his visor’s thermographic readout.  Fett grinned beneath his helmet with a thrill he hadn’t felt since tracking the Millennium Falcon to Bespin.  His prey was in sight.

“Execute.” He spoke decisively into his internal comlink.

On command, the Weequay jumped from their hiding places and threw their thermal detonators towards the entrance of the Lucky Despot.  The simultaneous explosions shook the peaceful Mos Eisley cityscape to its foundations.  A hail of blaster fire erupted as his Gamorreans began firing wildly at Valarian’s guards who scrambled at their posts.

His Gamorreans were terrible shots, much as Fett had anticipated.  They were practically useless with anything besides a vibro-axe, but their volley of fire was serving its purpose.  The guards along the perimeter of Valarian’s hotel/base were ducking for cover and struggling to return fire.  Fett saw his opportunity and took it.

Running from his hiding pace atop a nearby building, Fett jumped off roof and ignited his jet pack, climbing quickly over the hull of the Lucky Despot.  A Valarian guard below spotted Boba and trained a blaster cannon on the armor clad bounty hunter.  Boba fired a wrist rocket at the guard and the man exploded into a thousand gory pieces from the direct hit of the devastating weapon.  Boba smiled and for a brief moment envisioned Luke Skywalker meeting a similar fate.  One moment wielding his green lightsaber, the next moment blown to tiny pieces.  It would have been so beautiful a moment.  And it had nearly come to be.  If only that blasted Solo hadn’t…

Boba shook his head and refocused himself on the task at hand.  He wasn’t even sure what he had just been thinking of.  It was like a fragment of a memory he had somehow completely lost.  As he reoriented on the heat signature of Lady Valarian, he silently chastised himself for losing his focus in the middle of battle.  Climbing to a window nearby his Whiphid prey, he directed himself straight for the reinforced glass.

Ducking his head as his jetpack carried him forward at break-neck speed, he fired his backpack missile, destroying the reinforced glass at the last second before impact and flying through the gaping hole.  Boba cut his thrusters at the last possible moment and hit the interior wall of Valarian’s fortress with a dull thud.

Shaking off the pain of the impact, Boba quickly oriented himself.  His thermographic sight had broken off his helmet during his spectacular entrance, but he knew he was close to his target.

Confirming his suspicions, four human guards wearing full body armor entered the room, blasters drawn.  Fett fired his sawed off Blastech EE-3 rifle into the first guard, hitting the man in the face, killing him before his body hit the ground.  The remaining guards unleashed a volley of wild blaster fire from their rifles and Fett was forced to jump out of the way, rolling around the corner of a connecting hallway to avoid the deadly blasts.

Reaching down to his utility belt, Boba pulled forth and tossed a Kaminoan toxic grenade back into the small room.  There was a loud hissing from the small device, as it suddenly expelled its deadly contents into the contained area.  Fett waited a moment, then stood and confidently strode into the room filled with his former attackers.  The Tatooine breeze coming in through the shattered window was beginning to disburse the deadly gas already.  Boba had nothing to fear as he stepped over the bodies of the instantly dead guards.  He had spent most of his youth immunizing himself to Kaminoan toxins for occasions just like this.  The guards all lay dead, their skin dissolving as the nerve toxin devoured them from within.

Lady Valarian was alone in a small command center at the end of the hall.  She spun around in horror as the fearful visage of Boba Fett emerged from the deadly fog of nerve gas behind him.  The Whiphid was truly the most repulsive creature Fett had ever beheld.

“Please!” The creature implored in a disgustingly feminine voice.  “I know you’ve taken over Jabba’s operation!  I want to make peace with you!  I only want to be your friend!”

Boba raised his arm, bringing his flamethrower to bear on the hairy alien.

“It’s been my experience that having friends is overrated.”

Fett activated his wrist mounted flamethrower, igniting the crime lord in a blaze of agony.  He watched her burn, feeling no remorse.  She was a murderer.  A crime lord like Jabba had been.  And Tatooine wasn’t big enough for the both of them.

Valarian dropped into a shrieking heap on the ground, burning to death slowly.  Boba coldly stood there watching his rival die.  He turned and walked back towards the shattered window he had entered through.  The nerve gas in the room had almost cleared as he looked down at his troops below.  They all held Valarian’s troops at blaster-point.  His forces had won the day utterly.

Boba leaned out the shattered window and addressed his prisoners below.

“Valarian is dead!  If any of you men wish to join me, give me your oaths now!”  He called down to them.

His guards stepped back as the captured Valarian soldiers all slowly stood and gazed with wonder and the man who had brought down their employer.  The all raised their hands in a salute to him.

“Hail Fett!  Hail Fett!”

“We’re with you!”

Boba smiled behind his expressionless mask.  He decided to make a dramatic exit from his victory.

“All you men who fought with me today!” He called out, “I’m buying at the cantina!”

A series of cheers rang up from his men while the assembled city dwellers of Mos Eisley looked up in awe at the bounty hunter standing atop Valarian’s base, smoke surrounding his armored body as he ignited his jetpack and blasted into the sky, heading for the cantina.

 

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“You really have a vivid imagination you know.”  A woman’s voice came from Boba’s left at the cantina bar.

Boba turned to see a slim brunette sitting alone next to him.  He had been here for hours, drinking heavily and celebrating with his men.  He didn’t know how he’d managed to overlook the attractive young girl for this long.

“I mean it.” The young woman continued, not looking at him, but starring vacantly at her drink, “You really are the most interesting person I’ve had the misfortune to know in the last hundred years.”

“You don’t look a hundred years old.” Boba said smugly as he took another shot of Johrian whiskey.

“And you don’t look like a crime lord.”  She replied solemnly.  “You look like a bounty hunter living a fantasy life.”

Boba turned to appraise the girl more closely.  He was far too drunk to care what her problem was.

“Why don’t you fuck off, you nasty little bitch.” He snarled and signaled the bartender for another shot.  “I’m celebrating here.”

“Indeed.” The brunette continued, unabated.  “You are master of Tatooine already.  Next week you’ll probably topple the Emperor and rule galaxy.  Not a bad week’s work really.”

Boba had had enough of this snotty bitch’s taunts.  He walked towards her and grabbed the small woman by the throat.

“Listen up.”  He demanded, his scarred face leaning in close to menace her. “I’m not sure about the Emperor, but I’m definitely going to disintegrate your little ass, sweetheart.”

There was no fear in the girl’s eyes as she defiantly returned his glare.

“Wake up you stupid bastard, you’ve been had.”  She gasped beneath his gloved grip.  “None of this is real.”

Boba dropped the defiant girl to the ground and walked back to his drink.  Smiling up at him with mirth, she continued her verbal assault.

“You’re living a fucking fantasy Boba Fett.   Do you really think so much good fortune could suddenly come your way?”

Boba could hardly believe what balls this girl had.  He seriously was considering disintegrating her right here.  But something in her words gave him pause.  Something she was saying had a ring of truth to it.  Despite the music of the cantina, the alcohol clouding his brain, despite all the chaos around him, he turned his head to face her.

“Think back.” The brunette said as she stood and fearlessly approached Boba.  “It’s repressing the memories of how you got here, but if you focus yourself, you can recall it.”

“Recall what?”  Boba turned to face her fully.  “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Recall how you ended up inside the Sarlacc Pit.”

Boba almost burst out laughing at the young girl.  She was attractive, in her mid-twenties.  Her dark hair closely cropped at her shoulders.  She had the attire of a rogue…maybe an aspiring smuggler.  But there was a fierce determination in her eyes that kept Boba from laughing.  Whatever her real story, the girl seemed sincere.

“I see.”  Boba smirked, picking up another shot and taking a half sip.  “But where are all the tentacles and goo?”

“All around you.”  She answered simply.  “It plays games with your mind.  Let’s you think you’re safe and successful.  While it slowly sucks you dry.”

“What a crock of bantha shit.”  Boba laughed.  “You’re more drunk than I am.  But at least you’ve got some guts.  Either that or your just fucking crazy.”

“I don’t have guts or anything else anymore.”  The brunette continued.  “My name’s Mica.  I was devoured by this thing over a century ago.”

“Really?” Boba ran his hand lecherously down her hip.  “You feel real enough to me.”

“Been having fun fulfilling all your wildest desires Boba Fett?” Mica asked, ignoring his hand.  “Been having threesomes?  Foursomes?  Been defeating your enemies and conquering everyone in your way?”

Boba removed his hand and stopped smiling.  A cold shiver ran up his spine as he listened to her words.

“Well I did too for a while.”  She went on.  “Until it had dissolved my muscles enough that it didn’t need to worry about me escaping anymore.”

Boba said nothing, taking a step back from Mica like she was a venomous kouhun. 

“Look…” she whispered, looking around the room morosely “I don’t know how or why I even exist anymore.  All I know is that it’s not too late for you.”

“Not too late for what?” Boba asked, backing away from her with a growing sense of dread.

“To escape from the Pit of Carkoon.”

Boba threw his whiskey glass down and stormed out of the cantina.  His mind was spinning.  He felt like he was going to be sick.  What the hell was she talking about?!  He was victorious today.  This wasn’t some hallucination, it was real!

Stepping out into the desert air, he looked out at the setting of the twin suns.  Could this be a dream?  Could it all be some kind of massive trick?

“Think back Boba…” Mica’s voice came from behind him.  He looked at her twin shadows on the ground next to his.  “Think back to the battle you had at the Sarlacc Pit.”

Boba had never been near the blasted thing.  What the hell was she talking about?  He shook his head and tried to picture it.  It was some big hole in the sand wasn’t it?  Jabba fed his prisoners to it for fun.  Prisoners like Solo, like Skywalker…

The image returned, Luke Skywalker fighting on a skiff.  Boba about to kill the petulant Jedi…and just then…something happened…

“That’s it.  Concentrate on that.” Mica spoke softly, seeming to read his thoughts.

Boba focused on that moment, and gradually it all became clear.  Solo hitting his jetpack, ramming him into the sail barge.  The screaming plummet into…the Sarlacc!

Boba fell to his knees in despair.  He remembered it all.  She was right…this wasn’t real.  He was in the Sarlacc Pit.

“Why tell me this?”  He whispered hopelessly.  “I’m doomed.  I’m in the belly of the beast itself.”

“Because you’re not doomed yet.”  Mica answered walking around to face him and dropping to her knees in the sand.  Taking his face in her hands she forced Fett to look at her.

“I’ve been in here so long that I only exist as thought, as consciousness.” She explained.  “You Boba, you fell in here with more weapons than most men could carry.  You can still get out.”

“How?”

“There’s not much time.  Come with me.” Mica pulled him to his feet and dragged him to a nearby speeder.  Climbing into the passenger seat, he let her take him into the desert, forgetting his men in the bar behind him and his women waiting back in the harem.

 

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It was nightfall when they arrived at the Pit of Carkoon.  Mica walked to the edge of the Sarlacc Pit and Fett cautiously approached next to her gazing down with disgust at the gaping maw of the ravenous predator.  Its beak-like tongue snapped with hunger while its writhing tentacles slithered across the sands, looking for fresh victims.

“Don’t worry about getting pulled in.” Mica mused.  “The bastard’s already got us.”

“None of this is real?” Boba asked, looking out to the desert around them.

“This part is.” Mica explained.  “Look to the west.”

Boba looked to see an approaching group of Tusken Raiders.  Their line of Banthas riding in single file approached the Great Pit of Carkoon.

“I don’t know how this all works.” Mica explained quickly.  “I don’t know how I was able to contact your mind and I don’t know how I can perceive what the Sarlacc sees, but that caravan is real.  They are approaching the Sarlacc to worship it right now.  In the real world.”

“How can you know that?” Boba said looking to the approaching group of Sand People. “You’re a meal just like me.”

Mica turned and grabbed Boba by his chest armor and pulled him to face her.  He was taken aback by the girl’s determination.

“Listen to me, blast it!” she implored.  “They worship the fucking thing.  Once a year they sacrifice a woman to their ‘God of Carkoon’.  I know because each year I feel the mind of another Tusken get devoured in here.”

“Alright!” Boba pushed her back and grabbed Mica by the arms.  “What do I have to do?”

“The Sarlacc will be distracted when they…feed it.  You’ll have a few seconds to act.  Use your weapons and get the hell out of this thing.”

“What about you?”

“Just this.” Mica answered seriously.  “Promise me.  Swear to me.  You’ll kill this thing.”

“And you along with it?”

“I’ve been trapped in here, unable to die for over a hundred years.  Please Boba Fett.  Please promise me you’ll end this nightmare.”

Boba looking hard into the face of the young brunette.  He understood now.  Her purpose had been to save him so that he in turn could save her.  Save her by killing her and giving her final rest.

“I swear it Mica.”  Boba answered solemnly.  The Tuskens had surrounded them now but seemed to ignore them.  The Sand People began a ghostly chant that rose into the dark Tatooine night.  Boba took the small woman in his arms and held her tightly.  “I swear it.”

Boba looked around for any sign the Tuskens would attack, but he and Mica stood there, seemingly invisible to the vicious raiders.  He struggled to get his mind around it:  the Tuskens were in the real world.  He was in the pit, seeing through Mica’s mind, seeing through the Sarlacc’s consciousness somehow.  It was insane, but somehow he made sense of his situation for the first time.

The Tusken chant evolved into a horrifyingly precise, rhythmic dance of death.  The desert raiders began thumping their gaffi sticks in unison on the sands at their feet as their shrill barking voices called out more adamantly.  The Sarlacc answered with a ghastly bellow, raising itself up from the depths of its lair, hungry for the yearly offering.

As Boba held the trembling Mica in his arms, he looked down to see the beaked tongue extending up to greet its new meal.  Looking to his right he saw the tallest of the Tuskens bow down on its knees in reverence to the Sarlacc’s gaping maw which rose into the night like a cruel worm.

“It’s time.” Mica whispered into his shoulder, trembling in his embrace.  “Move fast when it happens.”

Boba leaned back and looking into the beautiful girl’s eyes as tears ran down her face.  A Tusken female walked solemnly from the group directly into the hungry pit.

“Thank you.” Boba whispered as he leaned in and kissed Mica passionately.  The thin girl held him tightly as the screams of the Tusken woman being seized by the Sarlacc filled their ears.

“Go!” Mica yelled, breaking their kiss.

Boba turned and jumped into the Sarlacc Pit.

Boba’s vision dissolved and for the first time in over a week, he could see his surroundings as they truly were.  He was covered in tentacles, wrapped around his limps, extending under his armor, sucking at his face.  The slime covered tendrils were up his nose, covering his genitals, sucking and gnawing at him all at once.  Boba screamed as the horror of his true existence became apparent to him at last.  At once the dark cavern around him was filled with light and the shrieks of the Tusken woman filled his ears.  He saw her body carried down from above by thick, muscular tentacles.  He looked up and saw her being carried onto a waiting wall of writhing arm-like appendages not far above him.  The light began to fade as the opening above slowly closed.

Mica’s voice rang in his ears.  NOW!

Boba activated his jetpack and prayed Solo had not damaged it permanently.  Flames erupted from beneath him, burning the Sarlacc’s tentacles severely.  Recoiling in pain, the digestive tendrils receded and Fett found himself rising into the air out of control, his back and legs burned from the jetpack exhaust.  Ignoring the searing pain of his burns, Boba fired his wrist dart directly at the closing hole above.  The dart fired, blowing the beak-like tongue of the Sarlacc wide open just as Boba passed through the slime covered opening.

Boba hit the sand inside the pit hard as his jetpack finally deactivated, completely spent and he found himself slipping back down into the spike filled maw.  Boba pulled out a vibro blade from his utility belt and stabbed frantically at the sand as he fell.  It was no use, he was falling right back towards the very hole he had just escaped from.  The Sarlacc’s damaged tongue retreated into the creature as its thick tentacles began thrashing around wildly.  The creature was clearly in pain from his attack.  Good, Fett thought even as he fell.  Bleed you bastard.

A second before he plummeted back into the spiked base of the pit, Boba grabbed onto the only thing he could: one of the writhing tentacles of the Sarlacc itself.  Boba was thrust violently left and right as he struggled to hold on.  He felt weaker than he ever had in his life, yet running on adrenalin alone Boba stabbed at the muscular tentacle and managed to cling on by jamming the knife in and holding tight.  The Boba felt his body slammed hard against the sand and he nearly lost his grip.  With his last ounce of strength, he again stabbed the Sarlacc tentacle in desperation and held on for dear life.  Reacting instinctively to the pain, the Sarlacc threw Fett off its tentacle, sending him high into the air, just clearing the mouth of the pit.  With a painful landing, Boba Fett found himself on the sands above.  He clawed his way forward with every ounce of his remaining strength, dragging himself away from the insanity below.

When he was at least twenty feet from the mouth of the Pit of Carkoon, Boba rolled over on his back in complete exhaustion.  He felt drained, nearly dead.  Every inch of his body screamed with pain like he was on fire.  His vision dimmed as he nearly passed into unconsciousness from the agony exploding through every nerve ending in his body.  Gasping for breath, he rolled over onto his stomach again, his helmet-covered face down in the sand.

A shrill barking cry came to Boba’s ears as he struggled to maintain consciousness.  With a monumental effort he managed to raise his head just enough to unclasp his helmet and push it off.  He nearly slipped unconscious right then, but another growling bark brought him back to the world.  He looked up slowly, his eyes barely able to focus.  When he saw what was before him, he wished he’d gone blind like Solo had after carbon freeze.

The Tusken Raiders surrounded him.  Their gaffi sticks raised over their vicious heads as they screamed in outrage.  The tallest of them advanced towards Boba, bellowing out fierce growls.  He didn’t understand their language.  But he got the message.  Boba Fett had just profaned their ritual and injured their god.

The Tuskens wanted blood.  His blood.