#bobabounty

This is really, really dumb and really late so I am sorry but it is all I could think of 😭

Lobo’s brow would furrow, his lips curling into a harsh sneer. “Izzatafactnow?? Well maybe that stupid helmet of yer’s is cuttin’ off all the circulation to yer brain then. Multiverse izza big place, nerd.” That cigar swished around in those sharp fangs. “Maybe it’s time ya learned who in the frag I am.” More smoke was puffed.

     IT WAS unlike the Sith Lord to ever be soft with anyone. Soft was something that most of the galaxy — even Vader himself — did not think he was capable of. And in fact, that statement might have been true even now. It’s why he could understand what his bounty hunter was saying. Darth Vader was not a soft man. He was hardened, cold, and unfeeling; just a shell of the man he had once been but denies so vehemently. Being soft got you nothing in this galaxy. It was not the Sith way. But Darth Vader, no matter how hardened and unfeeling he presented himself, was still just a man beneath that infamous suit. 

     There were cracks.

     DOING WHAT one must day in and day out is all that his life had been reduced to. Being a servant - a slave. Feelings and emotions are the things that remind you of that sole fact. It was best to cast them aside. Boba Fett; the bounty hunter he had hired to search for the mysterious Skywalker rebel, he understood. He too had been hardened by the harsh realities of the infinite cosmos and had shielded himself off from everything. It was one thing they definitely had in common. 

     They could be fractured together.

     “ There is...a price on my head? ”

    He was almost shocked, impressed even. To think that some crime lords wanted him dead...well he guessed that was fair. Maul was collecting many crime lords’ underworld business’. He collected them for his own underworld, to have the power he never had.

       Haste had taken off the moment that he’d seen him. He should have heeded the warning in his chest. That feeling that caused him so much turmoil was trying to help him survive. A double edged weapon, considering it was the reason he had to flee to begin with. Everything was wrong about how it had happened. He knew what he was supposed to do but for some reason he wasn’t doing as well as his unit with the changes. One thing was clear, the empire was not going to let him get away.

       He took off out the back of the cantina and made his way through the open street. Dust carried behind him as he moved, pushing civilians out of the way. At one time they would have avoided him or moved for him but not now. Now they were just frightened. He didn’t look back to see if the hunter was on his tail before he’d ducked into an alley. The deserter, with a now obvious to the empire flaw in his chip, was going to do anything he could to get away.

       Hands gripped over the side of a wall that impeded his path and he ducked through the door of a small storage room. Turning around in it he realized he’d ran himself straight into a hole, and he found himself staring at the one who hunted him. Clad in armor from head to toe like he once was. a Bounty hunter that had obviously been sent to claim him. 

@bobabounty​     :      ❝ doesn’t sound like a problem to me. ❞

vader: oh

boba: it’s the one that I named after u