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✘ The vacant stares of the emotionless masks stared matched one another, even as Vader turned away from the bounty hunter. Vader was more than just rattled, his emotions were borderline unstable over this issue. It would be best for Imperial Officers to avoid the chamber after Boba had left. He took in the commands and settled himself, turning slightly towards the shutter doors. “The job will be done, Lord Vader.” He said softly, his tone masked by the apparatus covering his features. It was true that few would ever catch Vader’s subtle motions as evidence of his dismay, but Fett had been reading him since the first time Vader called upon him. Perhaps even before that. Fett gave a light shrug, then turned completely moving towards the shutter door. “If my memory serves me correctly.. I remember rumors about another man by the name of Skywalker..” And with that, he left the chamber, leaving Vader to his thoughts.

✘ Advice from one Jedi to another at the time? Resist engaging with the Force. Like a rock, skipping upon the lakes of Takodana, it’s usage sent out ripples. Those ripples were whispers, which gave way to rumors. As expected by the young bounty hunter: something was stirring in the heart of the desert sands. Fett knew the Hutts, and he was aware of the ins and outs of how they ran Tattooine. To hear that they had turned away from collecting on the Lars family? Suspicious. Hearing that a hooded figure had guided the negotiations. Strange beyond a reasonable doubt. It was too perfect. He had his lead. But how to pursue such an elusive Jedi? The most brutal method would be to pay a visit to the Lars family. Hostile negotiations were always a successful means of getting what he wanted, but at the same time, it could draw attention to his presence and the Jedi, thinking swiftly, could jump from one planet to another. He took a breath. What to do, what to do? Well.. If brutality wasn’t the key to the Lars family, maybe those same whispers would echo through Mos Eisley. He settled on this and dawned his armor and a shawl, and sought out to find answers among the scum of Tattooine. Who knew? Maybe this excursion would produce a head or two to collect.

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✘ Boba stood in unwavering silence and attention; it was always foolish to interrupt a man who could crush his windpipe with a mere wave of his hand. Not that he ever felt any threat towards Vader. On a certain level, they understood each other. Maybe that’s why Vader called to him so often. “Tattooine is a planet that I am quite familiar with.” He murmured, “However, I somehow doubt that this going to be like hunting scum for the Hutts.” Boba lowered his rifle for a moment, still keeping his finger along the trigger’s ridge. “I’m going to need information about this boy; his family. I assume the Empire has done some research into this matter, albeit sloppily.” He paused again, before taking a breath, “I accept, of course. I will the boy to you, but the price will be double since that affair you sent me into on Kashyyyk, you understand.” “Please, detail me on what you know, Lord Vader.”

there was one more thing he knew he needed to say, but he got himself up before doing so, the tall black figure stood straight and motionless, as if to add some emphasis. “— i need him alive. unharmed. that is important.”

✘ There was a reluctance to Vader that, at this point, had been rarely shown to Fett. He either knew more than he let on, or his sources had been weak. This idea that a boy could pose such a threat to the Galactic Empire was a concept that seemed very far-fetched to Fett. The Force was a powerful tool, but even Vader and the Emperor had used an entire army built off of his father’s DNA to be successful. If the Republic had neglected the army, the Separatists would have wiped out Palpatine’s rule long ago. “I will deal with the matter, and bring him to you, unharmed.” He repeated. ‘Unharmed.’ Significantly more difficult, as he imagined a threat to the Empire would not go quietly. Also, it was, again, rare of Vader’s typical request. But it was not his place to pick and choose demands on a bounty. “As you wish, Lord Vader. Are there any further details you would find to be of my benefit?”

✘ Boba stood in unwavering silence and attention; it was always foolish to interrupt a man who could crush his windpipe with a mere wave of his hand. Not that he ever felt any threat towards Vader. On a certain level, they understood each other. Maybe that’s why Vader called to him so often. “Tattooine is a planet that I am quite familiar with.” He murmured, “However, I somehow doubt that this going to be like hunting scum for the Hutts.” Boba lowered his rifle for a moment, still keeping his finger along the trigger’s ridge. “I’m going to need information about this boy; his family. I assume the Empire has done some research into this matter, albeit sloppily.” He paused again, before taking a breath, “I accept, of course. I will the boy to you, but the price will be double since that affair you sent me into on Kashyyyk, you understand.” “Please, detail me on what you know, Lord Vader.”