Star Wars - [Boba Fett 02] - Crossfire (by Terry Bisson)

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Star Wars

Boba Fett

Book 2

Crossfire

by Terry Bisson

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uploaded: 09.I.2006

CHAPTER ONE

"Hello!"

Silence.

"Hello!?"

No answer. The hallway outside his door was quiet;

Boba Fett was all alone.

That was okay. Boba was used to being alone.

Ever since he had buried his father, he had been by himself - - a ten-

year-old against the galaxy. He missed his father but he didn't mind being

alone. Sometimes.

Sort of.

whrr..

Movement! Boba ran to a bend in the:corridor. "Hey! Hey!"

.. whrrr...

It was just a droid. A small, shoe-sized house droid, the custodial

kind that dusted and cleaned continually. While other creatures bustled in

other corridors of the Count's underground lair, only the custodial droids

came into this hallway.

That explained why Boba felt so isolated. But it didn't explain why he

had been brought here, and what was going to happen to him. Only the Count

could do that.

The Count, a tall, thin, powerful man with a cold smile, was known as

Tyranus - or Dooku, depending on whom you were talking to. Boba's father,

Jango Fett, had left instructions that Boba was to find the Count if

something happened to him.

Something had happened to Boba's father. He had been killed in a

battle with a Jedi. Boba had buried his father on the planet Geonosis. He

had gone to his home planet of Kamino only to find that it wasn't home

anymore. With his father gone, there was no security. With his father gone,

there was no safety. There was only the need for escape.

Boba's father had left him a book. Find Tyranus, it had told him, to

access Jango's credits and find self-sufficiency.

That suited Boba. He wanted to learn how to become a great bounty

hunter like his father. To start out he'd need credits - then he'd earn

more. But Boba hadn't had time to find the Count. The Count had found him

first, sending a bounty hunter named Aurra Sing to capture him on Coruscant

and bring him to this underground hideout on Raxus Prime. She'd taken his

ship, Slave I as payment. But she hadn't explained why the Count wanted

Boba.

Only the Count could answer that, and Boba couldn't find him. The

Count had welcomed him to this hideout - sort of - and had given him a room

with a table, a chair, and a bed. Boba had immediately gone to sleep,

exhausted. Now that he was awake, the Count was nowhere to be found.

"Hello?"

No answer.

Walking around, Boba had seen rooms half-empty or filled with

mysterious equipment, some of it still in crates. He had heard strange

sounds in the distance. Voices, many languages. He passed figures half-seen

as they scuttled down dimly lit corridors, hurrying around corners.

There was something going on. But what?

Clearly, the Count wanted to keep him separate from others. Boba hoped

this was because the Count was going to train him, was going to employ him

like he had employed Boba's father.

That was his hope.

The room Boba had been put into was painted white and lighted by glow

panels set in the ceiling. Like everything he'd seen so far in the

compound, it was thrown together, ramshackle. Clearly the Count had just

moved in. And he might not be planning on staying for long.

Boba knew the lair was underground - he had entered through a

hillside, after being dropped off by Aurra Sing - but that was all he knew.

He was far from the outside world, and even farther from any place he had

ever known. He was isolated. The Count controlled everything.

Boba knew he couldn't stay in the room all day. If he'd learned

anything from the terrible days following his father's death, it was that

he couldn't hesitate to take action. Boba kept walking down the hallway,

which led to another dim hallway, the far-off voices a little closer. How

will I find my way back to my own room? Boba wondered. The room where he

had slept was where he had left his flight bag. It was his only property,

the legacy from his father.

He would worry about that later. First things first. That was a lesson

his father had taught him. First he had to find the Count and figure out

what was going on.

"Hello?" Another empty room. But wait... this room was different.

It had a window.

The window overlooked a lake, surrounded by woods. A blue sky overhead

was flecked with white clouds. But how could that be?

Raxus Prime was the most toxic planet in the entire galaxy. Boba had

seen the skies, thick with smoke; the hillsides piled high with wreckage

and garbage; the oily waters choked with debris and waste. Everything on

Raxus Prime was foul and filthy. So what was this lake out the window? Had

it all been cleaned up while he slept? Or had he been moved somewhere else?

Boba crossed the room toward the window. He was just about to try to

open it when he heard a stern, forceful voice behind him.

"Not allowed."

Boba turned. Someone - or something - was standing in the doorway to

the room, making the empty space seem suddenly filled. He was huge, his

bald, reptilian head crowned with a claw like crest. He wore a gray

jumpsuit with gold braiding and buttons. His broad mouth was filled with

too many big square teeth, and his tiny eyes were cold.

"Not allowed," the giant in the doorway said again, this time with a

stomp of his tall, heavy boots. The ground shook beneath his statement.

Boba felt a chill of fear, and remembered his father's words: Welcome

your fear as a friend, but never show it to others. He made his voice sound

casual, almost friendly. "What's not allowed?" he asked.

"The unpermitted," was the terse reply. "Now come with us, young sir."

Us? There was just him, just the one giant. But that was enough. "Come

- where?" Boba asked.

"The Count, ready to see you. Follow us, please."

Boba knew he had no choice. The creature wasn't going to move until

Boba did as he said.

CHAPTER TWO

Boba followed the giant, past more closed doors, to an ornately carved

door at the end of a long hall.

The giant knocked, then entered to a signal Boba hadn't heard. Inside,

the room was larger than the others. It had furniture, too. A desk with

carved legs had a holoprojector on it. A holographic comm unit was ready

for transmissions in the corner of the room.

Behind the desk was a tall picture window. The window faced a

different direction than the window in the other room, but overlooked the

same view, surrounded by the same woods. What's going on? Boba wondered.

A man in a long cloak was standing at the window, looking out. He

turned when Boba entered the room. A smile as thin and as sharp as a dagger

creased his long, narrow face, slicing his white beard in two. In a single

glance, Boba could feel his dark presence. This was something more than

strength. It was power.

"Young Boba Fett," the Count said in a sonorous voice. "I hope you

slept well. I see you found the clean clothing that was left beside your

bed."

Boba nodded, fingering the coarse tunic. "Yes, sir."

"And the accommodations?"

Boba nodded again. The breakfast hadn't amounted to much, only a

shuura. But he wasn't about to complain.

"Excellent," said the Count. "And I believe you have met Cydon Prax.

He assists me with all things."

The hideous giant bowed and Boba bowed back. His father had taught him

to spot a killer when he saw one. And Prax looked like he could easily be a

killer, if pushed the wrong way. Boba felt a tinge of anger, too. Prax now

stood where Boba's dad had stood before, at the Count's side.

"Prax will look after you and take care of your needs," the Count

continued. "You must let him know if there is anything you desire. Anything

at all."

Boba nodded. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." He wanted to seem agreeable -

almost subservient. He wanted Prax to think of him as an obedient little

kid. That way, neither Prax nor the Count would know what was really going

through his head.

"Since the unfortunate death of your father, I have been pleased to

take on the responsibility for your care and upbringing," said the Count.

"As you no doubt know, that was Jango Fett's last and fondest wish."

It was? Boba thought. The Count's words were kind, but why was his

voice so cold?

"I have many obligations that may, unfortunately, prevent me from

giving you my total attention," continued the Count. "However, I welcome

you to my quarters here on Raxus Prime. You may find them a little

primitive. We are engaged in an important archaeological project here. I

will expect you to respect my rules and stay out of the way."

"Yes, sir," said Boba. It was easy enough to please adults. All he had

to do was nod and agree.

"Good." The Count's smile was as bright and cold as an icicle. "Cydon,

leave us."

Cydon Prax gave a nod and lumbered out of the room. The Count slowly

approached Boba and asked, "Have you ever heard the name Tyranus?"

Boba nodded. It was a simple question, but the Count's tone was

ominous.

"Your father may have mentioned it to you in connection with his work

on Kamino, developing the clone troopers. I believe I've heard you say that

he and I were the same person. When you were on Geonosis, you looked at me

and said, 'Isn't that Tyranus?' Do you remember that?"

"I remember," said Boba. Where is this going? he wondered.

"You might ask, why would someone have two names, Tyranus and Dooku?"

the Count suggested mildly.

"I learned from my father not to ask too many questions," Boba said.

He could see from the Count's eyes that this was the right answer.

"Excellent," said the Count. "Your father was very discreet. I believe

you will be, too."

"Yes," said Boba, wanting to reassure the Count.

"A useful man, your father," said the Count. "And I see you are your

father's son. I am sure that with the proper training, you will be as

useful someday."

"Yes, sir," said Boba. Training! Now they were getting somewhere.

"Also, my father left a message about some credits that belonged to him. He

said you would give them to me."

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