BTA00

***

Boba ran a gentle hand over your head as you slept. Somehow it settled his mind. He should be sleeping too, but he was up, fantasizing. That this could last. He felt supremely stupid for getting so involved with someone. How long until you left him, through one way or the other?

You moaned in your sleep and started mumbling, “I told him.”

Amused, Boba decided to respond, “Told him what?”

“I did.”

Boba grinned at your insistent tone as he continued the conversation, “Did what?”

“He made a deal.”

“Oh? For what?”

You grumbled and furrowed your brow. Finally you continued, “People don’t know.”

He was about to ask what they didn’t know, but you brusquely carried on, “That Boba’s… is the only one who is a good person.” He stifled a laugh as you continued mumbling, “That’s why I love himmmmm…” You trailed off into unintelligible gibberish as he gasped softly. You mumbled as Boba’s mind raced. What did it mean? Suddenly you sat straight up in bed, “I told them about it already!”

Boba sat up and grabbed you softly, trying to wake you slowly. You grumbled awake, “I said that… I said… what? Was I talking in my sleep?” Boba smiled in the dark. “A bit,” he tried to get you to lie back down, but you resisted. “I feel mad, what was I saying?”

“Uhhh, I couldn’t really… understand.”

You laid back down, “Too bad.” Boba laid down behind you, making you little spoon. He nestled into you, feeling possessive. His arm squeezed around you. Your words had ignited his deepest desires, and he desperately wanted them to be reality. You grabbed his hand with yours. “Y’wanna… y’know….” You pressed your ass into his cock. He smiled, but was too emotional. “Mm, yes but not right now,” he nuzzled your neck.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he tried to lie. You called him out, “Don’t fib. What’s bothering you?”

“Uhm, let’s talk about it in the morning,” he shushed. You resisted, “Tell me.”

He kissed your shoulder to buy time. Then he murmured quietly, “I did understand something you said, earlier…”

“What?” You turned your head a bit, interested.

“Mm, you said something like I was a good person…” he trailed off.

You giggled, “That’s not so bad, what else did I say?”

He started to sweat, “Uhm, that you… love me.”

You were silent.

“What a weird thing to say, huh,” Boba tried to defuse the moment.

“It’s… true.” Your voice trembled.

“What?”

“It’s true,” you whispered.

Boba’s skin tingled. “Huh?” He blurted out. You were quiet. Finally he composed himself somewhat. “Uhm, you do?” You shrugged, refusing to speak.

“I… I uh... me too. I mean. I love you.”

You rolled over in Boba’s arms. Facing him, you breathed, “You do?”

“I want you,” he confessed, feeling bolder.

You wrapped your arms around him, pressing yourself close. “What are we, then?” Your breath hit his collarbones lightly. Longingly, Boba murmured, “Riduur?”

“What’s that mean?”

“Mm…” he dared not translate. Instead he slid his hands down your body to hold you by your waist, and asked, “What do you want from me?” He pressed his forehead against yours. “Everything that you’ll give me,” your voice was quiet, serious. Boba held back, not wanting to tempt fate. You sniffled softly. It made him weak, “I… I want to give you everything of me.”

Your lips found his. He reveled in the moment, holding you close. When the kiss ended, you snuggled into him, the top of your head coming to rest under his chin. Boba tightened his embrace slightly. You let out a long, contented sigh. He felt you slipping into sleep again, and smiled softly. As you began to snore quietly, his worries returned, although slightly altered. Chewing his lip lightly, he fretted. You began to mumble again, “Uhhhng, he said so. I wanted to telllll himmmm…”

You simply shrug.

“I’m not touching that. Come with me.” You follow Fennec without really thinking about it, assuming you are going back into one of the private rooms to speak. Instead, she steps in front of the throne, directly in front of the step up. You stop next to her, nearly bumping into her. You grip the backpack, already feeling Fett’s heavy gaze on you.

“Hasrgrid is taken care of. We have proof of death. She pulled back the flap to reveal the top of his head.


“Show me,” he commanded.

Fennec looked at you expectantly. You realize why and grab the head by the hair, dropping the pack. The head hangs from your left hand. You raise it up and dare to look up at Fett’s visor. He very clearly looks from the head to you. He pauses for a moment. You realize he’s leaned forward again. Finally he says, “Good.” He waves a dismissive hand. Fennec ushers you from his presence.

“Get rid of the head now, babe,” she says, smacking one of your ass cheeks.

You put the head back in your back pack, nodding. You wait for further instruction. She tilts her head towards the stairs up out of the throne room, “Head out and relax for now.” You nod again and turn wordlessly.

****

The third floor dance club was still active. Fett kept it open for his ‘esteemed guests.’ While there were no longer slaves, there were hired entertainers, who danced on raised diases scattered throughout the club area. You were allowed up there as one of Fennec’s go-to mercs. You nursed a spotchka and watched your friend dance. She winked at you and you gave a half smile. You were bored, waiting for a job.

Suddenly Ayy jumped down off her dias. Your eyes snapped up out of your daydream. She cowered on the floor, crying and shaking. You got on her level immediately. “Ayy, what’s wrong?” You reach out a hand to comfort her.

“That’s the one,” she breathed shakily. You whipped around, eyes full of hate. You saw a group of Twi’lek males who were just entering.

“He’s the one,” she whispered.

“Which one?”

“The one in blue,” she shivered.

You unsheathed your vibroblade and stood up, walking deliberately. You would keep your promise. You walked up to him, a confused expression on his face as he saw you approaching.

”And what do you wa-“

You slashed down at one of his lekku. It plopped to the ground. Someone screamed. In a fury you slashed up, connecting with his throat, slitting it. He went down gurgling. Blood flowed to your feet; you stood while it crept past you. His companions had long fled. You stood over him, still filled with anger. A fine mist of blood covered your face, twisted in rage. Ayy came up behind you.

“Thank you,” she said through hiccuping tears. “Now what will happen?”

You turned to her, fire still in your eyes, “I don’t know, but just go back to dancing.”

She nodded and returned to her dias, still shaking.

***


Fennec had been furious. The Twi’lek was part of an alliance that Fett had some kind of doings with. You had apologized, but you weren’t really sorry and it probably showed. Finally she dropped the bomb.

“You are in trouble. I can’t shield you from this. Fett wants to see you.”

You stared at her in surprise. You swallowed down your fear. “When?”

She crossed her arms, “Now.”

Your body started to buzz. Kriff.

You followed her through a short corridor, a secret short cut to the throne room. It was empty save for Fett, who sat impassive on his throne. Fennec came to stand before him.

“Here’s the merc,” she said simply.

He nearly imperceptibly tilted his head to observe you.

“The one with the head,” he said.

“Yes,” Fennec said, amusement clear in her voice despite the situation.

He leaned back a bit, “Tell me, little one, why you killed my guest.”

You stared at his helmet for a second before a response formed. Anger shone in your eyes as you spoke. “He kept my friend as a sex slave for years. He separated her from her sister. He made her do terrible things.”

Fennec turned her head slightly, a look of understanding crossing her face. Fett stayed still for a moment. You figured he was deciding how to kill you. Finally he said, “Understandable. Do not make a habit of killing my guests. Leave.” He waved you away.

“Stay,” he said to Fennec. You retreated hastily.

***

You were drunk for once. Ayy and some of the other dancers had made it their goal to get you sauced for your birthday. You had regretted mentioning it. They brought you shots and drinks all day long, singing to you and dancing for you. You admired their graceful movements and their soulful voices.

By the end of the evening, you were hanging off a pole, dancing with Ayy. You had watched the dancers enough to be able to pretty successfully emulate them, if not quite as smoothly. They hooted and encouraged you.

You smiled, letting loose a bit for once. You noticed a group come in, but ignored it. You were having a good time. Overheated, you shed your jacket. You jumped back onto the pole with Ayy, and you both spun around, laughing and smiling.

Finally you took notice of the group, only because you saw Fennec. It was rare to see her on this floor. It must be someone important. Curious, you peered at the other faces. You stopped spinning on the pole, stunned. Fett himself was over there, sitting with a group of what appeared to be other Mandolorians. Your mouth was slightly ajar. Suddenly you saw Fett turn his head slightly. It looked like he was staring directly at you. You shuddered and got off the pole. Chastened, you took your seat. Ayy looked down, “What’s wrong bae?”

“Fett’s over there!” You exclaimed.

She nodded, “So? It is his palace.”

You gesture vaugely, “But I’ve made a fool of myself!”

She gave you a withering look, “As if he kriffing noticed.”