Star Wars - [Boba Fett 06] - Pursuit (by Elizabeth Hand)

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Star Wars

Boba Fett

Book 6

Pursuit

by Elizabeth Hand

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uploaded: 09.I.2006

CHAPTER ONE

Death is silence: eternal, dark, colorless, without form or meaning,

Boba Fett had watched his father, Jango Fett, die, murdered by the

hated Jedi Mace Windu. At the time Boba had felt only grief and rage. In

the years that followed, he felt sorrow, the dull constant ache of missing

his father. It was an ache that had receded somewhat over the last few

years, But it had never disappeared.

The one thing Boba had never felt - had never even allowed himself to

imagine - was what it would feel like to actually die. He had never

believed he would experience death firsthand -

But now Boba Fett was dead.

His motionless form lay in a dark, twisting tunnel inside Mazariyan,

the immense, mazelike fortress of the Separatist Tech genius Wat Tambor.

Outside the citadel's walls, a fierce battle raged. The might of Wat

Tambor's robotic troops was massed against the dwindling resources of the

Republic, led by the Jedi General Glynn-Beti. The walls of Mazariyan

shuddered beneath repeated bombardments by the Republic troops. Fissures

appeared in the floor, only to be immediately repaired by microscopic

nanotech's. A crack ran across the ceiling above Boba's lifeless body. A

thick, mucuslike substance began to drip down - the organically derived

fluid used to power Wat Tambor's massive array of machines.

Had Boba been alive, he would have known this was a bad sign. The

Republic had breached the outermost of Mazariyan's defenses. The living

fortress had been so badly damaged that it was losing the ability to repair

itself quickly enough to survive the Republic's assault.

But Boba knew nothing of this. Boba was dead - or so it seemed. Just

millimeters from his cold hand lay a small clump of pale xabar fungus. The

fungus produced a paralyzing toxin. The toxin's effect was, fortunately,

not permanent. To all appearances, someone under its influence appeared to

be dead. Boba had grabbed the fungus in a last-ditch effort to save himself

from a fatal encounter with the terrible Grievous, a partial droid general

in the Separatist army.

But now it seemed that Boba's desperate effort might have failed....

CHAPTER TWO

"There it is." A flat, affectless voice rang through the dark passage.

"The infiltrator's corpse."

"Excellent." A second voice echoed in the empty tunnel. "Human

carrion. We shouldn't waste our resources on it. It is of no use to us. We

should leave it to rot."

"That would be against orders. Wat Tambor said it is to be

incinerated. There must be no evidence that it was ever here."

Two spindly figures rounded the tunnel and began to approach Boba's

motionless body - a pair of PK-4 worker droids. These were not battle

droids - Wat Tambor had commandeered all of those to defend Mazariyan. Only

a skeletal force of worker and repair droids remained inside.

But even they would be leaving soon....

KKKKAAARR00000W!

The worker droids paused as the entire fortress shook. The crack in

the ceiling yawned wider. More of the thick, cold fluid oozed down onto

Boba's helmet. It seeped beneath the edge of the visor, dripping onto his

skin. Its touch was cold, icy cold, spreading like frigid fingers across

Boba's cheek.

For the first time since he had been left for dead, Boba felt

something.

Father?

Deep within Boba's mind, a spark of consciousness flickered. He could

neither move nor speak.

But he could feel. Sensation was slowly returning to his inert form.

Another blast shook Wat Tambor's fortress. Protoplasmic gunk surged from

where the ceiling had been blown apart. As the PK-4s stood, waiting for the

blast to subside, more of the icy ooze dripped upon Boba's gloved hand.

Some of it covered the bare patch of skin that he had deliberately exposed

to the xabar fungus.

And now, that icy touch set off a chain reaction within Boba's brain.

Memory flared through him. He could not blink, or speak - but he could

remember. The chill touch of organic ooze became the touch of Jango's hand

upon his cheek. As though awakening from a dream, he remembered his

father's face. Then the dream grew nightmarish as he remembered his

father's death. He moaned.

Memory was returning to Boba Fett.

Memory, and consciousness

And life!

Mazariyan, he thought groggily. The battle... Grievous... Wat Tambor..

"We must hurry." The droids stood above Boba's body. He quickly

stifled his groan as one droid prodded him. Its insectile head swiveled to

stare at the bounty hunter. "Wat Tambor wants no evidence that a spy gained

entry."

The entire fortress shook once more.

"Another blast! No time to waste!" The second droid bent. Its

servogrip hands slid roughly beneath Boba's arms.

Agggghhhhhh! Boba wanted to gasp with pain. As memory flooded him, so

did further sensation - primarily pain. Grievous's last blow had penetrated

Boba's body armor. He could feel where the armor had shattered upon impact,

exposing his shoulder to the energy bolt.

The blow had not been fatal. But the pain was excruciating.

Fortunately, he had not cried out. The droids still thought he was dead.

Far from it! Boba could feel his lungs expanding as he took in air. He

could feel the droids' servo-grips tightening around him. He was tall and

muscular, and his body armor added to his bulk.

But the droids hoisted him up between them effortlessly, roughly - as

though he was nothing but a sack of refuse. Or fuel for Wat Tambor's

furnace...

Which, to them, he was.

Agh, he thought, gritting his teeth. He could definitely feel pain.

And he could see.

"The incinerator has been busy today," one of the droids commented as

they began to stride quickly down the tunnel. "Much organic matter to feed

on."

"Human scum," the second droid retorted. They stumbled as another

blast rocked the fortress.

Boba blinked. Good thing I've still got my helmet on, he thought.

Otherwise they might notice my eyes are open.

He tried to find his bearings as the droids bore him down, down, down

through a series of long, twisting passages. Glowing lumens showed where

the fortress walls had sustained considerable damage from the Republic's

assault. Shattered droids were everywhere, as well as glowing heaps of

molten metal.

Wonder who has the upper hand now? Boba thought. He hated the Jedi,

but General Glynn-Beti had helped him gain entry into Mazariyan. The last

Boba had seen of the battle, the Republic's troops were putting up a good

fight against the Separatists. If Wat Tambor's forces had been weakened by

the battle, it would be that much easier for Boba to escape and find his

way back to his ship, Slave I.

But first he had to avoid being tossed into Wat Tambor's furnace!

He took a chance and flexed one of his hands. His strength was

returning. As it did, the pain from Grievous's blast began to subside.

My body armor must've absorbed most of the blow, Boba thought

gratefully. He could feel himself growing stronger, more alert. It was a

real effort not to move and strike out at the droids.

But while sensation was slowly returning to his body, he still felt

slightly groggy. His reflexes would not be as keen as they should be.

And he had no idea who, or what, he might encounter inside the

fortress.

Better wait... he thought.

"This way," one of the droids announced. Boba did his best not to

flinch as they made a sudden turn and began to descend down a steep

incline.

The darkness took on an unmistakable reddish tinge. Inside his

Mandalorian body armor, Boba started to sweat.

The good news is that I've recovered enough from that fungus to feel

the heat, he thought with grim amusement. And the bad news? This must be

the incinerator!

Around him, everything glowed as though it were molten. The droids'

shining silver limbs burned crimson and gold. The heat was intense and

painful. A slight adjustment of his body armor's thermostatic cooling

system would take care of that, but Boba didn't dare move to change it.

Not yet, anyway. He turned his head ever so slightly, praying that his

helmet would hide any apparent motion from his droid captors. They seemed

to take no notice.

"Wat Tambor will be departing shortly," one of the droids stated in

its flat voice. "He wished to be informed when the spy was disposed of."

"Disposal is imminent," the other droid replied.

Boba stared through his helmet's visor as the droids carried him the

last few steps to their destination. They were in a large, nearly airless

room, devoid of any equipment or furnishings. A few meters away shone an

incandescent square of light, blinding and seemingly as hot as the sun.

Heat radiated from it in shimmering waves. A conveyor belt, the room's sole

machinery, moved slowly toward the incinerator's opening.

Talk about too hot to handle, thought Boba. Sweat trickled down his

face, stinging his eyes. He couldn't move to wipe it away. Beneath him, the

droids stopped. Their servogrips remained in place, holding Boba above

their heads. He took a deep breath, then tightened his muscles until his

body went taut.

Have to risk it - hope they don't notice!

The droids remained oblivious. In front of them the conveyor belt

moved slowly, steadily, toward the incinerator.

And now Boba could see other shapes on it. Mangled knots of metal and

plasteel, all that remained of damaged droids, and - shocking Boba -

lifeless bundles of body armor, flesh, and charred weaponry.

Clones, he thought, and felt a stab of mingled pity and horror.

Helmets covered their faces, but Boba knew what he would see if their body

armor was removed

His father Jango's face. His own face... for Jango had been the

template from which all the clones had been built. Including Boba, the only

unaltered clone.

"Shall we retain its armor and helmet?" One of the droids asked as it

hoisted Boba. Its servogrip tugged at his weapons belt. "These are not

organic. They are of fine quality."

You bet they are! Boba gritted his teeth. It took every bit of

willpower to keep from lunging at the droids now; but their hold on him was

still too strong. Gotta wait till the last possible moment...

"Our orders were to dispose of it completely," the second droid

stated. "It is time we returned and gave our report."

The first droid's servogrip retracted. Boba allowed himself a silent

sigh of relief. He felt himself being lifted higher, until he was poised

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