The Boba Fett Trilogy

The Boba Fett Trilogy

Part 3

The Son of Carkoon

Boba Fett laid face down in the sand, the overwhelming darkness of the Tatooine night surrounding him.  The cool night air did little to alleviate the searing pain that had him on the edge of consciousness.  Boba could hear the writhing of the Sarlacc behind him, a grim reminder of how close he still was to the deadly creature that had nearly been his doom.  But as menacing as the hissing and slithering behind him was, from directly in front of him came an even more ominous sound.

Fett raised his throbbing head up and looked again upon the ring of enraged Tusken Raiders approaching him slowly.  Their leader was a tall, brutal looking creature carrying an asymmetrical gaffi stick over his head as he bellowed his challenges to Boba in a harsh, guttural language.

Boba felt drained.  He felt like a shell of his former self.  Almost every inch of his skin burned as if he’d been set on fire.  He couldn’t be sure of how much time he’d been an unwitting prisoner of the Sarlacc, but one thing was clear: it had slowly been sucking him dry.  His usually strong arm muscles felt like their strength had been almost totally sapped.  The escape from the Pit of Carkoon had taken everything he had.  Now, it was only with great effort that he had found the strength to even raise his head.  As the deadly desert raiders closed within a few feet of him, Boba realized grimly that he may have avoided a slow death inside the Sarlacc only to meet his fate right here at the hands of the Sand People.

“Orr Agg R'orr!” the Tusken leader bellowed as it stepped before Boba, swinging its gaffi stick viciously at his head.  Boba raised his arm to deflect the blow and was knocked onto his side, his entire world seeming to grow dim for a moment.  A dull ringing filled Boba’s ears as he tried to focus his eyes on the attacker before him.

The Tusken yelled in anger and defiance again and moved in for another strike.  Boba realized this could be the killing blow if he didn’t think fast.  It was nearly impossible to think at all with the pain searing through his body.  His blaster rifle was…somewhere…destroyed…his wrist rocket he’d used already.  Reaching down with his left hand he began feeling frantically for anything he could use to defend himself.  The Tusken was swinging the gaffi stick back…he had only seconds left to act.

Then he felt it: his knee-mounted rocket dart launcher.  He had no time to move his leg or even hope to aim it.  In desperation, Fett press the manual fire switch on the device and held his breath as the Tusken weapon came down.

A sudden hiss of micro-rocket engines ignited on Boba’s knee.  The small, explosive tipped micro-rockets fired, hitting the Tusken Raider point blank in the leg.  The vicious Raider howled in pain and dropped its gaderffi stick to the ground as its upper leg was pierced by the small rockets.  Boba was amazed the weapon had fired at all, considering the time it had spent along with him inside the slime covered depths of the Sarlacc.  And yet, the darts had failed to explode upon impact.  As the Tusken realized it was not mortally wounded, it let out an even more enraged scream and reached down for its dropped weapon.

Suddenly the micro-rockets exploded inside the Tusken’s leg, blowing the limb clean off with a dull shredding sound.  The Tusken was thrown onto the ground, its stump of a leg bleeding profusely.  Even in his dazed state, Boba realized the creature would die within seconds from the massive wound.

Boba looked up to see the rest of the Tusken raiding party raising their weapons in the air and barking with rage.  As he looked at the assembled Raiders, he tried to quickly count them.  There were over ten, but it was hard to focus his eyes and concentrate with the ringing in his ears.  As the fallen Tusken leader clutching at its missing leg began to move less and less from massive blood loss, Boba surmised that they would not exactly be pleased with him for first profaning their Sarlacc worship and now killing off their chief.

Boba had seen enough riots on various worlds to know mob mentality well.  As the Tuskens began to grow louder, he realized he had to act fast and he was nearly out of tricks.  The Tuskens were working up the courage to rush him as their yelling grew more frantic and their movements more erratic.  Reaching into his left utility pocket, he found it empty; his jump suit had been partially shredded, no doubt by the Sarlacc.  He rolled over slightly and felt a sonic grenade on his belt.  The small weapon was useful for crowd control, but little else.  He had used them many times to clear a path to a bounty.

As the Raiders finally broke into a quick advance toward him, Boba threw the sonic grenade in desperation with the little strength he could muster.  It landed not nearly far enough from him as Boba covered his ears and buried his face in the sand.  The sonic explosion shook his body and opening his eyes to look up, he saw the Sand People retreating.

The grenade had scattered them, but he had at the most startled his enemies.  The small weapon had bought him some time.  Alone in the unforgiving Tatooine night, he wondered how he would ever get through this nightmare.

The Tusken leader had finally gone still, its dark blood pouring into the sand from its severed leg.  Boba pulled himself towards the fallen creature on his hands and knees.  He knew he had nowhere near the strength to stand--if he tried he’d surely pass out.  Crawling over the Tusken’s body, he began searching the corpse for weapons.  There was a long barreled Tusken Cycler with scope strapped to the creature’s back.  Boba ripped the ancient weapon roughly from the dead Tusken and pulled an ammo bandolier from across its chest.  In the distance he could hear the growls and answering calls of the Tuskens as they were no doubt regrouping.

Looking back towards the Pit of Carkoon, he struggled to find any kind of shelter or obstacle he could use to shield himself.  To his surprise, off to his right was a large pile of black and grey debris, looking like a starship had crashed into the sand.  Not a ship…a sail barge.  It was the wreckage of Jabba’s Khetanna, no doubt destroyed by Skywalker and Solo as they made their escape.  Boba shook his head as the memory of the Battle of Carkoon came back to him, no longer hidden from him by the manipulations of the Sarlacc.  It had been a day of defeat for both Jabba and himself.  But there was a difference: Fett was still alive.  And he intended to survive this night no matter what.

Boba looked down and took a quick appraisal of his gear.  It could hardly be called equipment at this point, the Sarlacc had seen to that.  Most of his jumpsuit was shredded and ripped.  His utility belt was now empty and all his backup weapons were lost.  His chest armor was cracked and burned from some kind of corrosive acid and hardly looked capable of providing protection anymore.  His jetpack…he knew it probably expended the last of its fuel in escaping the Pit.  Its bulk and weight were hardly helping him right now.  Boba unclasped his chest armor and leaning back against the body of the Tusken, began sliding his jetpack off.  Appraising it, he found the large rocket still intact, but the fuel itself was totally spent.  His helmet was a few feet away from him, lying in the sand.   Boba placed the ammo bandolier and the rifle on top of the jetpack and began slowly pushing it across the sand towards his helmet.  Grabbing his damaged helmet, he added it to the top of the pile and began pushing his horde in the direction of the sail barge wreckage.

It was slow going.  The howls of the Sand People behind him kept Boba looking constantly back over his shoulder as he pushed his remaining equipment slowly away from the Sarlacc and towards the smoldering remains of Jabba’s former transport.  His back and legs were on fire from the burns his jetpack had given him while escaping the Pit.  His head still ached from the strike of the Tusken’s gaffi stick.  Every muscle in his body screamed out for him to stop moving as he continued to push himself forward in the sand on sheer willpower.  Stopping to look back, he could see the shadows of the Tuskens growing closer as they closed in on him.  They were spread out now, approaching him cautiously.  He wondered how many of them had rifles like the one he had stolen.  Hopefully it was a privilege reserved for their leaders.

Suddenly Boba’s stomach seized up in a fit of nausea.  He began retching into the sand, but nothing would come up.  He convulsed as the dry heaves shook his body for a full half minute, until he finally could slowly crawl forward once more.  What the hell did that thing do to me?  He wondered, as he tried to get his body under control.  He hardly felt like himself anymore.  The greatest bounty hunter in the galaxy, too weak to run, too weak to even stand.  He began to question if his maddeningly slow pace would ever get him there, when suddenly he tapped against a large piece of debris from the destroyed sail barge.

Boba exhaled, hardly believing he had made it the mere fifty yards he had crossed to get here.  Pulling himself around behind the twisted chunk of metal stuck in the ground, he finally felt some measure of safety.  Slowly crawling behind the wreckage and pulling his stash of equipment with him, he had cover for the first time.

Boba leaned back and closed his eyes.  He needed rest.  Just to rest for a few minutes…then he could deal with the Tuskens.  After a few minutes of rest…

The bounty hunter fell over on his side, completely unconscious.  And all around him, the Tusken Raiders closed in.

BOBA.

He ignored the voice.  Couldn’t he just die in peace?

BOBA, GET UP NOW!

Boba opened his eyes and found himself slumped down on his side completely passed out.  He shook his head and struggled to sit up behind the sail barge debris.  He couldn’t hear the Tuskens anymore.  Had they given up?  He didn’t think it was likely.  How long had he been out?  That voice…

A rustle of sand not far away caught his attention.  They were close, he was sure of it now.  Boba grabbed the projectile rifle and leaned around the side of the metal debris.  Two shot flashes range out and Boba ducked back just as the Tusken shots hit the metal barrier protecting him. 

Silently he cursed his own weakness for losing consciousness.  They were right on top of him.  If the Tuskens weren’t such terrible shots, he’d be dead right now.  Raising the long rifle in his arms, he spun around the side of the wreckage and shot at one of the flashes, aiming from memory.  Another shot answered his and he twisted back behind his cover. 

Quickly he appraised his weapon.  The scope was little more than a glorified magnifying glass, and useless in the night.  He unscrewed the bolt and removed the scope, throwing it into the sand next to him.  Boba picked up his damaged helmet by the targeting rangefinder and smashed it onto the metal debris behind him, bending the metal pin anchoring the targeting device.  The thin metal holding the rangefinder in place bent and Boba slammed it again as the rangefinder broke loose.  The targeting eyepiece had its own micro-power supply…he just prayed it would last him the next ten minutes.  Ignoring the shot that pelted the metal behind him, he methodically tore two thin strips of cloth from his shredded jumpsuit and used them to tie the rangefinder tightly onto the top of the long barreled Tusken Cycler.  He snorted wryly as he appraised his makeshift sight.  Accuracy was going to be extremely problematic with such a makeshift mounting.  But it just might give him an advantage…

Boba pulled off the remains of his left glove and pressed the tiny activation button on the rangefinder.  A small electronic glow indicated there was still power to the device.  Pressing the small option button, Boba Fett smiled with satisfaction as the rangefinder switched to nightvision mode, casting a green glow through its tiny view window.

Boba reached into the ammo pouch he had dragged along and loaded a round into the breach the bolt action rifle.  Crawling low on his stomach, he peered out to the right side of his cover and saw the dark shape of a Tusken crawling towards him in the sand only twenty meters away.  Fett took aim through the make-shift sight and quickly found the creature in the green nightvision glow.  Firing, he watched as the sand two feet to the right of the Tusken flew up from the miss of his shot.  The Tusken was startled and began rising to its feet, preparing to charge Boba now that its stealth approach had been uncovered.  Boba methodically opened the breach, loaded another round, and took aim.  Adjusting his aim off-center to account for the misalignment of the tied-on sight, he fired again at the advancing raider, catching it in the chest, killing it instantly.

Fett felt the adrenaline course through his veins as the power of having a deadly weapon in his hands gave him the confidence of a predator once more.  It was a feeling he had long been accustomed to and he felt vengeance seething up within him as he reloaded the rifle quickly.  Rolling back to his left, he took aim at an armed Tusken through his night-sight and blasted the creature through the eye.

A return shot struck the sand to his left, which Fett ignored, reloading and raising up onto his knee to take aim and blast the third armed Tusken in the throat.  The creature fell, clutching its wound as Boba methodically reloaded and took aim at yet another Raider.  He coldly blasted the creature through the top of its head, killing it instantly.

Boba lowered the rifle to appraise his remaining foes.  There were grunts calling to each other in the night.  He guessed there were at least five, maybe six more out there, but he couldn’t see them.  Boba reached into his stolen ammo bandolier and found only three projectiles left.  He wanted to scream in frustration.  He finally had the tool to survive and was now almost out of ammunition!

Boba could hear the remaining Tuskens beginning to advance.  He felt his strength wavering from raising up to kneel for so long and was forced to drop back to the ground.  He had to get them all somehow.  Kill them all with one blow.  But how?

Boba looked back to his stash of equipment.  They would be closing in on it soon.  Even with three more perfect shots, there were still enough Raiders to overwhelm him.   Starring at the rocket pack, Boba quickly formed a plan of desperation.

Crawling silently and slowly, his rifle along side him, Boba moved towards a second pile of debris from Jabba’s destroyed vessel, off to his rear left.  It was not far, and not nearly as large as the metal he had first taken shelter behind, but it was his only chance.  Boba kept his Cycler slightly above the sand, careful not to bump and misalign his rangefinder.   Coming to the small debris pile, he sat back against the metal and looked back to his stash of equipment twenty meters behind him.  As far as the Tuskens knew, he was still hiding there, behind his first bunker.

Boba waiting silently, not moving a muscle.  The oppressive blackness of the night closed in around him and the grunts of the Tuskens grew ever closer.  Suddenly six Tuskens swarmed his original hiding place, leaping out with precision to attack the place he had been only minutes before.  The vicious raiders smashed at his helmet with their gaderffi sticks, clubbed at his jetpack and looked around frantically for signs of Boba.

In one swift motion, Boba raised his rifle and aimed directly at the tip of the rocket in his jetpack.  The Tuskens saw the movement and glared at him, raising their gaderffi sticks over their heads in anger.  Boba shot the rocket, striking it perfectly.  The explosion ripped into the clustered attackers, the metal fragments from the jetpack and rocket tearing them limb from limb.  Boba lowered the rifle and blinked his eyes, trying to recover from the flash blindness the explosion had caused him.

Rubbing his eyes with his hand, he finally slumped over on his side, completely unconscious.

 

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There was white light all around him.  Boba Fett felt his body being jostled and pulled at.  He wanted to fight, to strike out, but felt himself in a dream state he could not break free of.  The hot suns were beating down on him from above.  Opening his eyes for a moment, he saw the sand passing beneath him.  There was an animal stench under him and coarse brown hair all around.  Boba heard the bray of a bantha and the answering noise of Tuskens.  He couldn’t fight them anymore, he was spent.  There was nothing left.  He closed his eyes again, feeling the soft brown fur of the large animal beneath him…carrying him.

 

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It was night when he awoke.  It felt like days had passed.  Reaching up to his face, he found that a thick stubble had grown.  Boba was inside a large, tent-like hut.  There was torch light inside and a glare of a large bonfire from outside the hut lighting the night.  Boba was lying on a large bantha fur mat, his body completely stripped of all clothes.

Boba sat up in the bed and focused his eyes in the dim torchlight.  Where the hell was he?  He had thought he’d died out there after the battle with the Raiders, but somehow he was still alive.  Looking down at his naked, ravaged body, Fett realized the extent of the Sarlacc’s damage to him.  All over his skin were red sores and gashes from the feeding tentacles of the voracious creature.  He was easily twenty pounds lighter than before, his normal robust physique reduced to lean muscle.  He could hardly believe the way the creature had literally been sucking the life right out of him.  When he thought back to the visions he’d had inside the Pit, of beautiful women kissing and sucking on him, he shivered as the grim reality of his former predicament set in. 

Strangely, most of his wounds had clearly been treated and given primitive bandaging.  His pondering was cut short when suddenly several Tuskens entered the room and approached Boba’s mat.  From the difference in their attire, Boba quickly surmised they were females.  He looked around the room for anything he could use as a weapon, then realized how ridiculous that was.  If these Tuskens had wanted him dead, he would surely have been left to die in the desert.   As he looked at their expressionless masks a cold shiver ran down his spine.  Unless of course they are saving me for dinner, he thought grimly.

Three more Tuskens entered the room, all clad in the female attire.  Boba looked down at his naked form and wondered what the creatures had planned for him.  Like most people, he knew almost nothing of the Tusken Raiders, only that they were vicious nomadic scavengers.  In truth, he’d always just written them off as tall Jawas with an attitude problem.

The Tusken women began raising their arms in the air.  They all inexplicably began to chant in unison.  Far from the barking sounds their male counterparts possessed, the voices of these creatures were strangely soothing, almost melodic in a primitive way.  The chanting continued as the desert attired women all began to sway in unison, their arms extended out towards Boba in an almost worshipful manner.  Boba was at a complete loss this time.  If this was their dinner ritual, they were certainly putting on an intricate show for their main course.

THEY’RE NOT GOING TO EAT YOU STUPID, THEY’RE WORSHIPING YOU.

“Who’s there?” Fett asked aloud.  The voice had sounded in his head, distinctly female and somehow familiar.

There was not an answer, but almost in reply to his words, the Tusken women began to disrobe as they swayed back and forth in their ritualistic manner, removing their helmets and wrappings.  Boba leaned forward, never having seen a Tusken before, wondering how many people actually had and lived to tell the tale.

The disrobing women removed their remaining clothes and masks and Boba gaped at the creatures.  They were vaguely human in features, yet possessed animal-like characteristics as well.  Their bodies were completely covered in a short, dense, bristly fur.   The fur receded around their breasts, faces, and ears, which pointed sharply, perfectly matching their pointed incisors.  Boba’s mind conjured forth both the image of a human woman and a lean vornskyr as he struggled to classify the features of the Tusken women.  They all had a feral aspect to their faces, like a group of hungry predators.  Yet all were distinctly feminine as they completed removing their clothes and stood naked before Fett in the hut, their breasts and hips displayed to him suggestively.

LOOKS LIKE YOU’VE GOT A NEW HAREM ALREADY.

The voice was coming from inside his head.  He finally was able to place it.

“Mica.  You’re still with me.”

YES.

The Tusken women were slowly approaching Boba now, their animalistic features showing unmistakable voracity.

“Am I still in the Sarlacc?” Boba asked the voice in his head as a single Tusken woman climbed onto the mat next to him, her jet black body hair bushing against his leg.  “Is this another fantasy?”

YOU’RE FREE OF THE SARLACC.  THIS IS REAL.

The Tusken female moved up along his body slowly, coming close to Boba’s face.  He locked eyes with the animalistic woman, seeing the unmistakable glow of sexual desire in her eyes.

“Now what?” Boba asked Mica, at a complete loss for his current situation.

I DON’T THINK YOU HAVE MUCH CHOICE.  LOOKS LIKE YOU’RE THE LEADER OF THIS TRIBE NOW…

The Tusken woman leaned close and licked her tongue across Boba’s lips.  Boba pulled back slightly and starred at the remaining women in the hut.  Some had dark brown hair covering their bodies, others jet black, like the creature in front of him.  One thing seemed certain as they all stood staring at him expectantly: they intended to give themselves to him right here and now.

Returning his gaze to the creature in front of him, he thought about trying to somehow reason with her.

“Let’s talk about this…”

His words were cut short as the creature lunged at Boba, enveloping his mouth in a wet, sucking kiss.  He felt far stronger than he had in the desert, but still not strong enough to fend off this kind of passionate intensity.  Boba leaned back, allowing her soft, fur covered body to slide up onto his lap as he returned her fervent kiss.

The Tusken woman took Boba’s hands in hers and placed them on her soft breasts.  He felt himself growing quickly aroused as the strange desert woman sucked on his lips and traced her hands gently down his face.

Despite the fur-covered alien body, he felt his erection growing quickly to full hardness.  In the back of his mind he silently thanked the fates for not allowing the Sarlacc to devour his manhood completely.

A series of whispers and guttural exchanges passed between the Tusken women as they all appraised Boba’s full erection.  The woman on top of him reached down and gently took hold of him in her small, velvet covered hand.

Boba leaned back and submitted to her, allowing his cock to be placed between her fur-covered pussy lips.  A small gasp escaped the Tusken woman’s mouth as her wet pussy lowered down onto Boba.  He felt his dick suddenly enveloped in her burning wetness.  He hoped she was going to do most of the work, because he scarcely felt up to a fuck session at the moment.

The Tusken began to raise and lower her velvet covered body softly up and down on his throbbing cock.  Boba watched in awe as the creature threw her head back and moaned in a guttural voice, relishing the sensations he was giving her.  Her small hand reached back and took his balls gently in her grip, massaging his sack as she rode him.

Boba gritted his teeth and tentatively grasped the Tusken’s breasts, pushing her up and down upon him.  His arms didn’t have the strength he had trained them to possess, but the slight creature weighed little.  Boba felt himself tensing up.  The Tusken was throwing her head left and right, practically growling now as her hot pussy began to twitch and contract all around him. 

Boba unloaded into her, his body shivering as a wave of pleasure washed across him.

The Tusken woman smiled at him, then gently raised herself, her small hand cupping her pussy as if to keep his seed from leaking out.  Before he could so much as shift his position, a second, lighter haired Tusken woman took the place of the first.  She silently smiled up at Boba and took his shrinking cock into her mouth.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He gasped wryly.  “I’m half dead as it is.”

YOU SEEM TO HAVE A LONG NIGHT AHEAD OF YOU.

Boba raised his hand to his head in exasperation as he felt himself beginning to harden in the new Tusken’s insistent mouth.

“How can I still hear you?” he asked aloud.  “How are we connected?”

I DON’T KNOW.

Boba watched as the Tusken silently released his dick from her fanged mouth, scraping the head of his cock with her teeth as she raised her body and crawled up to gently impale herself on him.

“A long night…” Boba whispered as her searing hot pussy engulfed him.

 

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Boba walked through the Tusken encampment clad in the brown robes of a raider.  He had been here for three days and nights.  Three days of healing and trying to regain his full strength, three nights of endless sex with the fur-covered Tusken women.

There were no men left in the camp, he had apparently killed them all in the desert.  Now the women of the tribe all looked to him as some kind of leader.  More than that…some kind of savior.

“Mica?” he asked quietly as he stared into the dark night surrounding the camp.  “Are you there?”

There was no answer.  Instead a rustling of sand off to his left caught Boba’s eye.  He ran to the corner of the nearest tent and focused on the gathering cloud of dust.  His eyes widened in utter horror at the monstrosity approaching.

The Sarlacc had pulled itself forth from the Pit of Carkoon and was mobile.  It was slouching forward on massive writhing tentacles as it came forth out of the black desert night and slouched into the camp.  Boba screamed at the horrifying visage of the creature’s beaked tongue extended out, its tentacles wrapping around the tent next to him and pulling it from the ground.  Boba turned and ran back into the camp.  How had the creature evolved so quickly?  How could it leave the pit?!

Boba felt the thing looming over him as he lost his footing and fell.  Turning back he saw that it had already seized the Tusken women of the camp in its various slimy arms.  The women screamed as it pulled them into its waiting mouth one by one.  Boba felt his leg grabbed and violently yanked as he was hoisted into the air.  He screamed as he saw the ravenous beast’s gaping maw reaching out to reclaim him.  The meal that had eluded it.  The one that got away.

As he was pulled ever closer to the mouth of madness, he watched in horror as the Sarlacc’s mouth morphed into a human-like face.  It became a massive slime-covered caricature of the face of Mica, her teeth the spikes of the Sarlacc Pit.

Boba awoke screaming in the Tusken bed.  He grabbed a 6-2Aug2 hunting rifle and ran out into the breaking dawn.  The Tusken women all came forth to see what had disturbed him so.

Boba held the hunting rifle in his hands tightly, still shaken from the nightmare.  Turning back to the assembled women of the tribe, he gritted his teeth in frustration.

“I’ve been here too long.” He said aloud.  “It’s time to leave.  To end this.”

THEY LOOK TO YOU AS THEIR LEADER BOBA.  THEY’VE COME TO BELIEVE YOU WERE BORN OF THE MOTHER SARLACC HERSELF.

“I don’t care.” He spat at the voice in his head. “I’m a bounty hunter.  Not a fucking Tusken.”

THEY ALL HOPE TO BEAR YOUR OFFSPRING.  THEY CALL YOU THE SON OF CARKOON.

“I don’t give a womp rat’s ass what they call me.”  He growled.  “I’m taking my life back.”  Boba raised the rifle to his chest, gripping it tightly.

“And keeping my promise to you, Mica.”

HOW?

“Slave I.”

 

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Boba spent the day honing his weapon skills.  He had three projectile rifles in the camp.  Two were single shot bolt action Cyclers, the third a slightly more accurate 6-2Aug2 .  He held the two Cyclers loosely, one long rifle in each hand, the third weapon strapped to his back.  No two of the rifles handled quite the same, and he had spent over two hours practicing with makeshift targets he had placed around the camp.  The assembled Tusken females watched in wonder as their new leader honed his skills in dealing death.

Boba held the two rifles out to his sides and began running forward.  As he approached targets to his left and right, he fired them in quick succession, hitting both the targets, then dropped the rifles and unslinging the third from his back, he quickly fired at the final target, scoring a perfect hit.

NOT BAD.

“I’m ready.” He answered.  “Mica, do you speak any Tusken?”

SURE.  ENOUGH HAVE BEEN EATEN OVER THE DECADES.  I COULD RECITE YOU SOME TUSKEN POETRY IF YOU REALLY WANT TO HEAR IT.

“Spare me.  Just help me translate what I want to tell them.”

Boba walked back to the center of the camp and addressed the assembled females of his “tribe”.  Mica’s voice in his head helped him translate the words into their guttural language.

“YOU ARE ALL FREE NOW.” He announced.  “THE SON OF CARKOON HAS HONORED YOU WITH HIS SEED.”

The Tusken women looked to each other in wonder at Boba addressing them in their native tongue for the first time.

“JOIN WITH OTHERS OF YOUR KIND.  I MUST RETURN TO THE SANDS OF THE DESERT THAT BORE ME.” 

The Tusken women all looked to one another fearfully, then bowed before Boba in respect, acknowledging that they understood.

NICE SPEECH.  COULDN’T HAVE SAID IT BETTER MYSELF.  THINK YOU GAVE THEM ANY LITTLE FETTS?

“Doubt it.  I don’t think they’re biologically compatible.” He answered absently.

Boba policed up his rifles, secured a small one-handed gaffi stick to his leg, and adjusted his Tusken robes and gear as he prepared to set out into the Jundland Wastes on foot.

NOW WHAT?  GOING TO KNOCK ON JABBA’S FRONT  DOOR AND ASK FOR YOUR SHIP BACK?

He smirked at Mica’s words, imagining the sorry state of affairs inside Jabba’s palace with the gangster dead.  It would be total pandemonium.  With the criminal scum of the galaxy plundering and ravaging everything thing they could grab.  Perfect.

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

 

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Bane Malar sat on the hill looking out into the Tatooine desert in front of the palace that had once belonged to Jabba the Hutt.  The mercenary twisted a dial on his black suit, upping the amount of spice flowing into his visored helmet.  He had been searching for Jabba’s treasure for a week and found nothing.  This place was proving to be a death trap.  Three of his gang of recruited mercenaries had been killed in a firefight with rival prospectors in the lower catacombs yesterday.  And just this morning, a slicer he’d been using had been dragged away into a small crevice by two of those crazy B’omarr monks.  Who knew what they were doing to him right now…probably slicing his slicer brains out.

Bane snorted in disgust as he looked back at the men he had left.  They sat inside the massive front door of the palace, eating and snarling at each other about where Jabba must have hidden all his loot.  So far the only thing worthwhile about this endeavor had been the gang rape of that redheaded half-Theelin bitch yesterday in the throne room.  Bane smiled and scratched at his crotch through his suit as he thought back on the lavender skinned beauty being double penetrated by his men while he forced her to suck him off.  That at least had been worth the price of admission…

Suddenly Bane saw it in the distance.  A massive Jawa sandcrawler was heading directly for the palace front gate.  Bane stood and increased the magnification on his helmet visor.

“Stinking vermin.” He snarled as he watched the tank-like vehicle approaching at rapid speed. “Coming to scavenge everything that isn’t nailed down.”

The sandcrawler was coming fast…too fast.  Bane shifted uneasily as he took an involuntary step backwards.

“Is that Jawa drunk?” He asked quietly as the large vehicle loomed ever larger before him.  Bane dialed up his spice intake slightly and reached out with his telepathic mind…trying to sense what the Jawas were intending coming towards the gate so fast.

The Jawas were long gone.  They had all abandoned their hijacked vehicle soon after it became apparent the man who overpowered them was no mere Tusken Raider.  Boba smirked as he thought back on the absurd image of the diminutive creatures jumping from the stolen sandcrawler as he took control of their massive vehicle and set it on a course for the palace.

Tying off the controls, he locked the crawler onto its collision course with the main gate of Jabba’s palace.  He moved quickly through the labyrinthine vessel, heading for the side exit ramp.

Bane staggered back into the palace and called to his men.

“Close the blasted door!”

His men looked up at him cluelessly.

“Where’s that damn gate droid?!” Bane screamed.

Tanus, the Elom shrugged.  “I blasted it yesterday.  It kept locking me out.  And it laughed at me.”

Bane screamed in frustration and looked around frantically for the manual door controls.  Seeing the lever he sprinted for it, and throwing the switch the massive gate began to close.

“What’s up Bane?” Tanus asked.

Bane looked back to see the sandcrawler heading for the door at high speed, now only fifteen meters away.  From the roar of the engine, the mercenaries finally realized what was upon them, and jumped to their feet, just in time to be thrown back to the ground as the massive vehicle slammed into the front gate of the palace, knocking the massive metal doors from their hinges and sending a huge plum of sand into the entry way.

The mercs quickly found their footing and had their weapons unholstered in an instant as they advanced on the sandcrawler.  Out of the dust came a dark haired figure clad in brown rags.  He ran at them like a hungry predator, two large rifles in each hand.

Two of Bane’s men began to shoot as Fett ran directly towards them and fired his two weapons simultaneously, hitting one in the neck and the other in the chest.  Both fell to the ground lifelessly.

Fett dropped the rifles and unslung the third on this back, never breaking his stride.  Bane began firing wildly at the insane man.  Fett took quick aim and fired directly into Bane’s helmet, shattering the glass visor and striking him between the eyes.  The mercenary leader was dead before his brain matter hit the wall behind him.

Further into the cavernous entryway, a Quarren began shooting at Fett with a DL-44 blaster pistol.  Fett held this rifle by the barrel and slammed it into the creature’s squid-like head.  Falling to its knees, Fett took the blaster from its hands and discarded his rifle in favor of the more advanced pistol.

Barely breaking stride, Boba kicked the Quarren in its face and continued into the heart of the palace.  Running down a flight of stairs, a vicious axe swing nearly decapitated him.  Boba ducked the blow and rolled forward, turning back to level his gun on a massive Gamorrean.  The green creature squealed in anger and advanced upon him, its giant axe raised high.  Boba shot the alien three times in the chest, sending it flying backwards in pieces.

Fett continued his run into the palace, navigating the dark corridors from memory.  As he entered a large open room in the lower level, he was suddenly faced with three spider-like B’omarr monks, the brain carrying droid walkers advancing on him menacingly.  He charged the creatures, pulling out a small Jawa ionization blaster he had appropriated.  Firing the electrical weapon at the B’omarr, the room suddenly lit up with blue electrical arcs, paralyzing the center droid walker.  The monk’s mechanical legs went limp as it fell to the ground, its precious brain cargo shattering onto the floor while the other two monks scurried away from the electrical blast.   Boba dropped the spent jawa blaster as his path cleared and the remaining monks scampered into the dark corners of the palace.

Boba ran down another flight of stairs, then turned left and sprinted into the central hangar.  At the end of the large bay, Slave I laid before him, in all its dull grey splendor.  Boba couldn’t remember a more welcome sight in his life as the sprinted for his vessel.

A group of mercenaries were clustered around the ship, one attempting to slice the access hatch with a portable terminal, while the others waited expectantly to gain access to his notorious vessel.  There were several bodies on the ground of the hangar near the ship, no doubt victims of the vessel’s automated defenses.  Boba took aim with the pistol and shot wildly at the mercs as he ran, striking one in the gut and sending the rest ducking for cover.

Boba shot the slicer in the heart before the short human had a chance to even realize he was in danger.  Reaching the ship, Boba quickly keyed in his access code activating the rear entry ramp.  Shots rang out from behind him and Boba had to jump to the ground to avoid the blasts as the mercs tried to find him in their sights.  Hunched over as he ran, he jumped up the ramp and scrambled into his ship.

A dark orange claw closed around Boba’s foot from behind, pulling him to the metal floor of Slave I, dropping his pistol.  Turning back to look, a cruel looking Trandoshan was pulling him back down the ramp, a pistol in its free hand poised to blast him into oblivion.  With lightening speed, Boba kicked at the creature with his free leg, pulled out his small one-handed gaffi stick and clubbed the alien in its reptilian head.  As the red-eyed alien paused for a moment stunned, Boba snatched up his dropped blaster pistol, jammed it into the Trandoshan’s fanged mouth, and pulled the trigger.  The Trandoshan’s head exploded and Boba kicked its remains back down the ramp, slamming the button to close the ship completely behind him.

Adrenalin still coursing through his veins, Fett ran forward into his ship and began powering its systems, falling into his pilot’s chair.  He activated the tail-mounted twin blasters as he charged the engines and rotated the ship laterally.  Boba began firing at everything inside the hanger.  Every moving thing he could find on his targeting scanners, every running mercenary, everything resembling a living being.  He fire repeatedly, hitting speeders and equipment indiscriminately, until the entire hangar was a blazing inferno all around his ship.  Boba fired six concussion missiles directly into the hangar doors above him, blasting them open and gunned the engine.  Slave I lifted off, leaving an orgy of death in its wake.

Boba kept the ship in hovering orientation, taking it out over the desert.  He navigated from memory, scanning the wasteland with intensity until he found it in the distance.  Sail barge wreckage surrounded the massive Pit of Carkoon.

Boba placed his ship directly over the Pit and looked down through his targeting cameras.  The damage he had done to the tongue during his escape was already healing.  The tentacles searched left and right for the creature’s next meal.

“Hungry?” Fett whispered.  “Eat this.”

He fired a seismic charge directly into the Sarlacc’s gaping mouth.  The explosion reverberated for kilometers in every direction.  The creature’s vile organs exploded up out of the pit, pelting the bottom of Slave I even as Boba fired another charge.  The second explosion sent yet more sand and Sarlacc gore flying everywhere.  Boba fired another charge, then another.  He fixed the ship in hover, then ignited his afterburners, sending a plume of flame deep into the remains of the pit.  All that remained of the all-powerful Sarlacc was a black scar of scorched earth in the desert.

Boba watched the hole smolder for ten minutes, then gunned his engines, climbing into high orbit as he broke free of Tatooine’s gravitation and headed into space.

As the stars filled his view, he spoke aloud to the empty cockpit.

“Rest now, Mica.  Rest.”

BOBA?

Her voice range in Boba’s head as clearly as ever.

BOBA I DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW…BUT I’M STILL WITH YOU.  I’M STILL…ALIVE.

“I see.” He answered solemnly.

Boba leaned back in his chair, letting his tensed muscles relax as he settled in.  He starred out into the void thinking.

“I think I know a way.”  He began entering a course for the only planet in the galaxy he’d ever thought of as a home.

WHERE ARE WE GOING?

“To get you out of my head.  And back into the world.”

 

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 “Boba, there are days worth of tests we must perform.” Taun We explained calmly in the sterile cloning facility.  “There are hundreds of safety protocols we must observe.”

“Skip it.” Boba answered, looking into the cloning vat at the beautiful young brunette taking shape inside.  “Skip it all.”

“Our growth acceleration process has advanced substantially since your creation.” Taun We continued.  Her graceful features had changed little in the course of Boba’s life.  “But the price for such expedience is a measure of caution in adherence to our safety procedures.”

“I don’t want to hear it Taun We.”

"Boba, be reasonable.” She continued in her maternal tone.  “This procedure has been most unorthodox to begin with.  Your blood contains the DNA of over thirty-four victims of the Sarlacc creature.  Extracting this Corellian woman’s sequence was almost beyond our capabilities.”

Boba ran his fingers across the glass separating him from Mica’s rapidly maturing body.  Her features were becoming more and more distinct by the minute.  More and more she resembled the woman he had met inside the Sarlacc.

“You said yourself her DNA was intact.  You can bring her back.”

“But she will have the mind of a newborn, Boba.” Taun We continued, appraising the developing clone.  “You’ve paid so much for this procedure and I can’t understand why.”

“Messenger RNA Taun We.” Boba answered, turning to face the tall alien woman.  “It’s the key to bringing her back.”

“The Sarlacci do strange things with messenger RNA, this seems true.”  Taun we continued.  “But what you are proposing is…”

“Insane.  I know.” Boba answered, inserting the needle into his arm and activating the transfusion process.  “Just trust me Taun We.  She exists in my RNA somehow.  Her consciousness is intact.”

“This is most unorthodox Boba.”  Taun We sighed as she activated the recombinant DNA sequencer, transfusing Boba’s messenger RNA directly into the clone.  “There’s no telling…”

“It’ll work.”

Taun We frowned as she activated the sequence.

“Go Mica.” Boba whispered as he watched his blood being siphoned through the thin tube leading to the cloning vat.  “Your new body is waiting for you.”

The clone was nearly completely formed.  Her eyes closed as if sleeping.  There was nothing to do now but wait.

 

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“Mica?”  Boba leaned over the newly formed body of the young woman.  “Mica can you hear me?”

The clone remained still on the cold Kaminoan table.  Taun We watched the vital signs closely on the monitor.

“Boba…she’ll have the mind of an infant.” She explained yet again.

“Mica?  Can you understand?” Boba asked the sleeping clone.

Mica’s eyes suddenly opened, and Boba pulled back, startled.  The young brunette looked left and right, her newly formed eyes squinting to adjust to the bright interior of the cloning lab.

“Mica?” Boba whispered.

She looked at him and smiled.  Slowly she sat up on the table and even Taun We took a step back in wonder.

Her voice answered, the same voice that had echoed in his head for so long.  Now it came from flesh and blood lips.

“Boba?”

He couldn’t help but smile as he stepped forward and placed his hands on her arms.

“Boba…how is this possible?” Mica asked, looking around the lab in wonder.  “I’ve been dead for…for a century.”

“You can thank our host, Taun We.  She brought me into the world.  And now you.” Boba answered, running his hand down the cheek of the beautiful girl.

“I can’t believe it.” Mica whispered, looking down at her body, sliding her hands down her newly formed torso.  “You saved me.  You brought me back.”

“You saved me first.” Boba replied, taking her hand and leading her off the table.  “I just returned the favor.”

Mica took her first tentative steps and found herself slightly unsteady.

“Easy.” Boba cautioned as he helped guide her towards the hallway.  “You’re only a few minutes old, you know.”

“Boba please.” Taun We implored as they exited the room.  “This is most irregular.  We have so many tests we must…”

“Later.” Boba called back as he guided Mica out into the connecting passageway.

Taun We rubbed her neck pensively and turned back to the computer scans, analyzing the data intently.

 

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“I still can’t believe it.” Mica said, looking out the window of Boba’s private quarters.  Boba rolled up the sleeves of his blue shirt as he looked at her across the quarters he had once shared with his father long ago.  “It feels like a dream Boba.”

“It’s real Mica.” He walked up beside the small brunette and placed his arm around her.  “You’re free of that thing forever.  You have a second chance at life now.”

Mica did not look at him, she continued to stare out into the endless rain and turbulent seas of Kamino as tears began welling in her eyes.

“You don’t know what it was like…” she whispered.  “Being inside that…THING for so long.”

“It’s over now.” Boba turned Mica to face him.  “You’re free.”

Mica looked intensely into his eyes.  She was so soft.  So beautiful and vulnerable.  Boba met her gaze and they quickly embraced, sharing a tender kiss.  The kiss became more insistent, more hungry as it went on.  Boba felt his cock rising to her as they staggered back to the bed.  Sitting down, Boba watched her smile mischievously and begin untying her white silk robe.

“I’m pretty sure two hours old is considered under-age.” Boba smiled up as she exposed her perfect breasts and pussy to him, and slowly slid her robe off completely.

“Oh come on tough guy.” Mica smirked as she ran her hands sensually down her newly formed body.  “How often to you get to take the virginity of a hundred and twenty year old woman?”

Mica slid on top of him and let her small hands slide up his arms, pulling off his light blue shirt.  Boba reached up and took her in his arms, sucking one of her newly formed breasts into his mouth.  She was perfect in every way.  Just as he knew she would be.  A clone for a clone…they were a perfect match.

Mica gasped as Boba moved to her left breast and began sucking gently.  He lifted her small body up and laid her down on the bed beneath him.  Pulling his pants off, he climbed on top of her and guided his dick between her legs.

“Be gentle with me…” she whispered as the head of his cock pressed against her pussy.

Boba pushed into her.  She was impossibly tight.  He could only get his head in at first.  Boba pressed harder and watched as she gritted her teeth at his invasion of her newly formed body.  He felt her hymen at last give way and he entered her fully, pressing his way into her deeply.

“Oh gods Boba…” She sighed.  “It’s like my first time…”

Boba could hardly believe how tight Mica felt around his throbbing cock.  She was untouched.  His for the taking.  He began to side in and out of her, holding her by her small shoulders.

“Ohhhh….ohhhh yessss.” Mica whispered, wrapping her legs around the small of his back to welcome him in.  “You’re tearing me in half…”

Boba began fucking her.  He began to slam into Mica with more force.  The small brunette threw her head back and forth on the bed, moaning sexily as he pummeled her.  Her impossibly tight virgin pussy was sucking him incessantly as he made Mica his.

Suddenly Mica locked eyes with him as she grabbed Boba by the arms with surprising strength and pushed to the side, rolling on top of him.  Boba was amazed at the sudden burst of force from the small brunette.

“Do you like my pussy Boba?” Mica whispered as she rode him.  “Do you like how it feels?”

Boba tried to reach up and take hold of her but she forced his hands back down onto the bed.

“Better than your fantasy women Boba?” She asked as she began bucking on him more quickly.  “Better than your Tusken bitches?”

Boba could hardly stand it any more, her pussy was clamped on his cock like a sucking mouth, she was contracting her muscles around his dick.

“Do you…ooohhh…do you like it Boba?” She whispered, pressing his hands firmly onto the bed.  “Do you?”

Boba tried to move his hands from her grasp, but found she held him firmly. 

“Because…huhh….my pussy sure likes the taste of you…”

Boba looked down at their union.  Her pussy was spasming…twitching rapidly…it was pulsating in a way he’d never seen.

Mica’s hands coiled around his wrists.  He looked to his sides and saw it…her hands were stretching to impossible length.  They were elongating while wrapping around his wrists.  Her fingers fusing together…

Boba looked up at Mica in shock.  She looked back down at him with a cruel smile as her pussy began to expand.  He starred in horror as her pussy lips enveloped his balls and pulled them up into her.  She was opening wider with every second, her once vice-tight pussy growing beyond all human capacity.  Looking back to his pinned wrists, he saw that her hands had now become two long, thin tentacles.  Boba tried to move his legs but her feet elongated and coiled themselves around his calves, pinning him completely.

Mica laughed cruelly as her pussy continued to pull him in, expanding obscenely to envelop even more of him.  Looking down, Boba finally began to scream.

“What’s wrong lover?” Mica taunted, her eyes glowing with malice.  “Don’t you like my new tricks?”

Boba gasped, looking up at her in horror.

“What are you?!”

Mica’s limbs had now completely mutated into writhing tentacles.  She had become something horrifying.

“I am Micca.  True child of the Sarlacc.” She answered arrogantly.  “And you…Son of Carkoon.  You are going to be my first meal.”

Boba suddenly felt them, the small spike-like teeth of the Sarlacc surrounded his dick inside the horrifying hybrid astride him.

“You thought to resurrect a dead woman.” Micca continued as her right nipple extended out impossibly long, becoming a tendril that coiled around Boba’s neck and tightened.  “And instead you created a god.”

There was a chime at the door.  Micca ignored it, focusing on enveloping Boba further with her lower body.  Another chime came and then another.  Suddenly the door slid open and Taun We stepped in.

“Boba I’ve found something strange…” Her words were cut short as Micca released Boba’s left wrist and sent her tentacle across the room, coiling around the Kaminoan woman’s long neck and dragging her forward.

“Nice of you to join us.” Micca taunted as she watched Taun We’s eyes widen in horror while she gasped for breath.  “Shall we make this a threesome then, Boba?”

“Micca.  There’s something you should know.” Boba gasped as she turned her head back down to face him.  “I don’t ever sleep alone.”

Boba reached behind his head with his free hand and pulled forth a small hold-out blaster from under his pillow.  Micca’s eyes had a brief moment to widen before he shot her in the face.  Her head exploded violently from the point-blank blast.  Boba quickly pushed Micca’s body off his and onto the ground, looking down to quickly assess that she hadn’t yet removed or devoured any of him.

Taun We pulled the limp tentacle from her neck, coughing and gasping for air as she staggered out of the room.

Boba stepped over the now lifeless monstrosity and opened his closet door.  He pulled out a bulky DXR-6 disruptor rifle he kept here for special occasions.

Taking aim at Micca’s body with the massive weapon, he charged the capacitor to full power.

“No disintegrations my ass.”

He pulled the trigger, vaporizing her remains completely.

 

THE END