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Chapter 1
Chad Walinski stood in his tiny bedroom and admired his creation. A mannequin stood in the corner, and draped over it was the thing that Chad had labored over for months in preparation for this year’s Sci Fi and Fantasy-Con. He’d made it himself, a bit at a time, a labor of love that he felt had been definitely worth the time, energy, and money that he’d put into it. He put out a hand to touch the glossy sage-green breast plate. If this didn’t win Best Costume in the yearly contest, then there was no justice in the world at all.
Chad lifted the helmet from the mannequin’s head. The dark-glass eye slits stared emptily at him. Ever since he’d been a little boy, he’d been obsessed with a minor character from the Star Wars saga. The moment that five-year old Chad had seen the dangerous bounty hunter Boba Fett, he’d fallen in love. Chad wanted to be just like Boba. A tough, hard, no-nonsense guy who tracked down criminals and other wanted men all over the galaxy. Or all over the world, anyway. Unfortunately for him, Chad had grown up into a tall, stick-thin geek who couldn’t put on weight or muscles to save himself. Also, he had terrible reflexes except for when he played video games. So the only time that he could emulate his hero was at the Cons he frequented. There, even if just for a short time, Chad WAS Boba Fett.
His best friend Derek – who could be a douche sometimes – had laughingly told Chad that he should go this year dressed as Chad Vader. He had not been amused by this suggestion. Yes, he thought the Chad Vader videos were freakin’ hilarious, but that didn’t mean that he wanted to dress up as Darth Vader’s inept loser of a sibling for the Con. No, this year he was going to be Boba Fett in this lovingly recreated costume. Derek was going as a storm trooper, in a half-assed costume that he’d thrown together. Sometimes his friend really annoyed Chad. Derek spent too much time chasing girls to really be serious about his obsessions.
Not like Chad. His love life was a miserable thing indeed, mostly because he spent ninety-per cent of his time and money on his many hobbies and obsessions. Hell, he’d only gotten laid three times in his entire life – and all three encounters had been at Cons. He’d lost his virginity to a guy who’d been dressed as Mister Spock, and that had been a pretty miserable experience. Apparently green skin and pointed ears did not a good lover make. It had put Chad off the whole thing for a long time. In fact, it had been a whole year before he’d tried again – this time with a Klingon. That had been much better, but the guy he’d slept with had turned out to have a wandering Johnson. He hadn’t even bothered to wait for the Con to be over before cheating on Chad with not one but three other guys – a Romulan Commander, a guy dressed as Doctor Who(the one played by Tom Baker), and a Batman.
Chad had been a little depressed about that, although really he had no hold over the Klingon. It had only been a weekend fling anyway. Still, he was finding that he preferred his chat rooms and action figures over real people. They sucked so hard sometimes. So he’d buried himself once again in his hobbies, and had only decided to try one last time at the Con last year. That time he’d hit on a fellow Star Wars geek, a Darth Vader. But the guy had turned out to be as cruel as the person whose costume he was wearing - he’d forced Chad to his knees in a closet and made him suck his cock, pushing in roughly and almost choking him. Then Darth had zipped up his pants, had smirked down at Chad, and had left without another word.
That was when he’d decided that sex was a huge waste of time. Jacking off didn’t cause these complications or the nastiness that hooking up with strange guys did. He’d discreetly ordered lots of gay porno off the internet, as well as a couple of dildos. And he’d vowed not to try to get laid at this Con, to just relax and enjoy himself instead. And that was what he was going to do. He was going to sweep into the place as Boba Fett and take over the Con.
Feeling happy and content, Chad replaced the helmet on the costume and left his bedroom to fire up his computer and grab something to eat. His apartment was the size of a match box – but Chad didn’t care. He spent most of his disposable income from his job at a company that specialized in digital technology on action figures, comic books, movies, and all the other paraphernalia necessary to be a successful geek. That included his Alienware PC and his Mac notebook. He had all the bells and whistles, including a game engine that ran so fast that it was breathtaking.
He threw some Hot Pockets into the microwave and wandered back out into his tiny living room to start up his PC. He’d call Derek later about the Con this weekend. While his friend spent most of his time (unsuccessfully) chasing pussy, Derek and he still shared a passion for Star Wars that kept their friendship strong.
As Chad was logging onto a Star Wars internet chat room, Parker Jones was standing in front of a mirror in his own bedroom, studying the costume he was wearing in the full-length mirror. His friend Cassie Wells was sitting cross-legged on his bed, also looking at him. Parker smoothed the white undershirt, and then ran his fingers over the black suede vest. The uniform pants with the stripe down the side had been custom made at a costume shop. He’d made the belt himself, spray painting some canisters and small water bottles that people took hunting black and attaching them to a black belt. A plastic gun had also been painted with a slightly metallic black sheen. He had carefully styled his mid-brown hair, and he thought that he looked a bit like Harrison Ford.
“So what do you think?” he asked Cassie.
She grinned. “Pretty good, Captain Solo. All you need is a Wookie now.”
“I don’t know anybody tall enough to carry off the costume right,” Parker replied with a shrug. “But at least I have you,” he added.
Cassie nodded. She intended to dress up as Princess Leia for the Con, and she would look good in the part. She was petite and had long, soft brown hair that could be trained into either head buns or a long braid easily. She’d refused to tell him which costume she’d be wearing, to keep it a surprise for him. Any of them would go with his costume, since Han Solo had worn the same one pretty much throughout the old trilogy.
“The guys should all go for you – the gay ones, anyway,” Cassie noted from behind him.
Parker sighed. “I’m not going to the Con to pick up a guy, Cassie.”
“Oh, come on, Parker. You broke up with Jace over six months ago. Time to get back on the horse, man.”
His mouth tightened. Han Solo looked angry in the mirror in front of him. “I’ll start dating again when I feel like it, Cass,” he growled.
She held up her hands in front of her placatingly. “Sorry, Park. I just want you to be happy, you know that.”
His eyes softened, and he smiled at her over his shoulder. “I do know that. But may I point out that you’re not with anybody either? How about this – you get a boyfriend, and I will. Okay?”
Cassie pouted. “It’s not my fault that I’m not dating anybody! Most guys…” she sighed, her narrow shoulders slumping, “They just don’t get it, you know? It is extremely hard being a female geek.”
“I know,” Parker said compassionately. “But maybe you’ll meet somebody at the Con, too. After all, these are your people.”
She brightened up at that. “Yeah, they are. You’re right, Park. I’ll start looking for somebody at the Con, as long as you do too.”
He opened his mouth to protest that wasn’t what he’d meant, but the gimlet stare in Cassie’s hazel eyes made him shut it again. He knew better than to argue with her when she was like this. Instead he turned back to the mirror, looking at the dashing rogue of a space captain/smuggler standing there. Lord, this Con was going to be pretty crazy with Cassie on the warpath. He just hoped that he survived it.
Derek Yanger made a thumb’s up sign when Chad opened his door. “Looking good, dude!” he crowed enthusiastically.
Chad grinned, although Derek couldn’t see it since he was wearing the Boba Fett helmet. He tried to make his voice as deep and growly as possible, since he couldn’t afford a voice modulator. “Watch your mouth, Imperial scum. Or I’ll burn you down,” he waved the replica laser rifle he was holding in his arms.
Derek guffawed. “Sure, man, sure,” he said amiably. “You ready to go?”
Chad nodded, albeit not easily because of the helmet. “Let’s hit it. I can’t wait to show this off.”
Derek led the way outside and to his car. Both of them got in, Derek rather awkwardly behind the wheel because of his Imperial Storm Trooper costume. It wasn’t even a quarter as good as Chad’s Boba Fett, because he hadn’t put much money or effort into it. He started the engine as Chad sat forward in the passenger seat. He couldn’t sit back because of the jet pack on the back of his costume. So he hunched forward as Derek started toward the convention center where the Con was being held. ‘Boba Fett, ninety-year old with osteoporosis,’ Chad thought, trying not to giggle. Giggling didn’t suit his awesome costume at all. And now he WAS Boba Fett, at least for this weekend anyway.
Parker opened his door to see Princess Leia standing there. This was the sexy princess of the Return of the Jedi, wearing that slinky little slave girl outfit that Jabba the Hutt had forced her into. Her hair hung down her back in a long braid, held up by two gold ornaments on either side of her head. She spread her hands. “What do you think?” she asked.
“I think you look incredible. Very sexy,” Parker replied truthfully.
She grinned. “I hope so, since I intend to use my slave girl feminine wiles to snag myself a man.”
Parker felt somewhat apprehensive at her words, and her hazel-brown eyes gleamed when she saw his reaction. “Come on, Park, let’s go show ourselves off,” she said, jerking her head a little toward the parking lot of his apartment building.
He sighed, but stepped out of his door and closed it behind him. He saw one of his neighbors staring at him, and he saluted the man with two fingers. His neighbor shook his head and turned away, used to Parker’s weirdness by now. He chuckled as they started toward his car. Cassie was going to leave her car here in his parking space for the weekend. The two friends got into his vehicle, both anticipating the Con – although Cassie didn’t feel the apprehension that Parker was.
There was a huge crowd of people milling around the lobby of the convention center, most of them wearing some kind of costume. Chad strolled beside Derek through the throng, hearing exclamations and seeing people pointing at his costume. His chest swelled a little with pride. He straightened up and walked tall, holding his replica laser rifle in a relaxed manner in his arms. He was Boba Fett, he reminded himself. Dangerous bounty hunter and all around man’s man. He wasn’t Chad Walinski, uber-geek and ninety-pound weakling.
“Wow, lotta Star Wars people here,” Derek remarked. “Thought there’d be more Star Trek geeks, since the reboot movie came out this year.”
Chad snorted, which sounded weird through his helmet. “The movie wasn’t that great, and with no Star Trek series on t.v. right now…”
“Yeah, that’s true,” Derek mused. “There are always more Trekkies when there’s a t.v. show. Oh, look, a Dark Knight,” he gestured at a guy wearing a homemade Batman costume striding through the crowd.
Chad shook his head a bit (again rather stiffly because of the helmet). “At least those costumes are better looking than the old Batman movie ones. Remember the huge nipples from Batman and Robin?”
Both of them laughed loudly at the memory of what the Batman costumes had looked like until Batman Begins had come out. They’d either been EXTREMELY rubbery, or had been colorful and silly-looking like the Batman costume from the old Adam West t.v. series. “Whoa,” Derek exclaimed. “Would you look at that green-skinned babe?”
His eyes had fastened on a girl wearing green body paint, a black wig, and a skimpy slave girl outfit talking to some friends nearby. Derek was practically drooling down the front of his costume and giving forth wolf whistles. Thank God his crappy uniform helmet hid his face; if the slave girl had seen his blatant ogling of her, she might have gotten pissed. Derek had the smoothness and suavity of Pee Wee Herman whenever he got around girls.
Chad sighed internally. Derek often forgot that his best friend was gay. He supposed that made sense – it wasn’t like he dated guys regularly or anything. It just got annoying sometimes when Derek would try to get him in on chasing tail, and he had to remind his friend YET AGAIN that he just wasn’t interested. “I wonder if she’d be my slave for the weekend?” Derek asked as he continued to stare at the green-painted girl hungrily.
“I doubt it,” Chad replied dryly. “See that Sulu there?” he gestured to an Asian man wearing a gold Star Trek shirt and black pants. The man was heading toward the slave girl. He touched her shoulder, and she turned with a squeal of joy and threw herself into his arms. They began to make out enthusiastically.
Derek sighed. “All the good chicks are always taken,” he said mournfully.
‘Not always; most of the time they just don’t want to go out with you,’ Chad thought, but kept this mean thought to himself. He didn’t want to hurt Derek’s feelings about something he just couldn’t seem to help.
“Let’s go look at some of the displays,” he said aloud.
Derek nodded. “Yeah. Then we have to go get you signed up for the costume contest. You’ll probably win this year.”
“I hope so,” Chad said as they started through the crowd. Then Derek came to an abrupt halt.
“Hey, Boba! There’s your nemesis, man! With a really hot Leia,” he added, staring across the crowd.
Chad looked at where he was pointing and saw a man wearing a Han Solo costume, standing next to a woman in a Princess Leia slave outfit. He just had time to register the fact that this particular Han was fucking gorgeous! Then Derek grabbed his arm. “Let’s go over there,” he said eagerly. “You can claim your bounty, man,” he said gleefully as he began to drag his reluctant friend toward the duo. He was a lot stronger than Chad, so he had no chance to stop Derek even if he’d set his heels in. Boba Fett was going to meet his nemesis whether he liked it or not.
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Chapter 1
Chad Walinski stood in his tiny bedroom and admired his creation. A mannequin stood in the corner, and draped over it was the thing that Chad had labored over for months in preparation for this year’s Sci Fi and Fantasy-Con. He’d made it himself, a bit at a time, a labor of love that he felt had been definitely worth the time, energy, and money that he’d put into it. He put out a hand to touch the glossy sage-green breast plate. If this didn’t win Best Costume in the yearly contest, then there was no justice in the world at all.
Chad lifted the helmet from the mannequin’s head. The dark-glass eye slits stared emptily at him. Ever since he’d been a little boy, he’d been obsessed with a minor character from the Star Wars saga. The moment that five-year old Chad had seen the dangerous bounty hunter Boba Fett, he’d fallen in love. Chad wanted to be just like Boba. A tough, hard, no-nonsense guy who tracked down criminals and other wanted men all over the galaxy. Or all over the world, anyway. Unfortunately for him, Chad had grown up into a tall, stick-thin geek who couldn’t put on weight or muscles to save himself. Also, he had terrible reflexes except for when he played video games. So the only time that he could emulate his hero was at the Cons he frequented. There, even if just for a short time, Chad WAS Boba Fett.
His best friend Derek – who could be a douche sometimes – had laughingly told Chad that he should go this year dressed as Chad Vader. He had not been amused by this suggestion. Yes, he thought the Chad Vader videos were freakin’ hilarious, but that didn’t mean that he wanted to dress up as Darth Vader’s inept loser of a sibling for the Con. No, this year he was going to be Boba Fett in this lovingly recreated costume. Derek was going as a storm trooper, in a half-assed costume that he’d thrown together. Sometimes his friend really annoyed Chad. Derek spent too much time chasing girls to really be serious about his obsessions.
Not like Chad. His love life was a miserable thing indeed, mostly because he spent ninety-per cent of his time and money on his many hobbies and obsessions. Hell, he’d only gotten laid three times in his entire life – and all three encounters had been at Cons. He’d lost his virginity to a guy who’d been dressed as Mister Spock, and that had been a pretty miserable experience. Apparently green skin and pointed ears did not a good lover make. It had put Chad off the whole thing for a long time. In fact, it had been a whole year before he’d tried again – this time with a Klingon. That had been much better, but the guy he’d slept with had turned out to have a wandering Johnson. He hadn’t even bothered to wait for the Con to be over before cheating on Chad with not one but three other guys – a Romulan Commander, a guy dressed as Doctor Who(the one played by Tom Baker), and a Batman.
Chad had been a little depressed about that, although really he had no hold over the Klingon. It had only been a weekend fling anyway. Still, he was finding that he preferred his chat rooms and action figures over real people. They sucked so hard sometimes. So he’d buried himself once again in his hobbies, and had only decided to try one last time at the Con last year. That time he’d hit on a fellow Star Wars geek, a Darth Vader. But the guy had turned out to be as cruel as the person whose costume he was wearing - he’d forced Chad to his knees in a closet and made him suck his cock, pushing in roughly and almost choking him. Then Darth had zipped up his pants, had smirked down at Chad, and had left without another word.
That was when he’d decided that sex was a huge waste of time. Jacking off didn’t cause these complications or the nastiness that hooking up with strange guys did. He’d discreetly ordered lots of gay porno off the internet, as well as a couple of dildos. And he’d vowed not to try to get laid at this Con, to just relax and enjoy himself instead. And that was what he was going to do. He was going to sweep into the place as Boba Fett and take over the Con.
Feeling happy and content, Chad replaced the helmet on the costume and left his bedroom to fire up his computer and grab something to eat. His apartment was the size of a match box – but Chad didn’t care. He spent most of his disposable income from his job at a company that specialized in digital technology on action figures, comic books, movies, and all the other paraphernalia necessary to be a successful geek. That included his Alienware PC and his Mac notebook. He had all the bells and whistles, including a game engine that ran so fast that it was breathtaking.
He threw some Hot Pockets into the microwave and wandered back out into his tiny living room to start up his PC. He’d call Derek later about the Con this weekend. While his friend spent most of his time (unsuccessfully) chasing pussy, Derek and he still shared a passion for Star Wars that kept their friendship strong.
As Chad was logging onto a Star Wars internet chat room, Parker Jones was standing in front of a mirror in his own bedroom, studying the costume he was wearing in the full-length mirror. His friend Cassie Wells was sitting cross-legged on his bed, also looking at him. Parker smoothed the white undershirt, and then ran his fingers over the black suede vest. The uniform pants with the stripe down the side had been custom made at a costume shop. He’d made the belt himself, spray painting some canisters and small water bottles that people took hunting black and attaching them to a black belt. A plastic gun had also been painted with a slightly metallic black sheen. He had carefully styled his mid-brown hair, and he thought that he looked a bit like Harrison Ford.
“So what do you think?” he asked Cassie.
She grinned. “Pretty good, Captain Solo. All you need is a Wookie now.”
“I don’t know anybody tall enough to carry off the costume right,” Parker replied with a shrug. “But at least I have you,” he added.
Cassie nodded. She intended to dress up as Princess Leia for the Con, and she would look good in the part. She was petite and had long, soft brown hair that could be trained into either head buns or a long braid easily. She’d refused to tell him which costume she’d be wearing, to keep it a surprise for him. Any of them would go with his costume, since Han Solo had worn the same one pretty much throughout the old trilogy.
“The guys should all go for you – the gay ones, anyway,” Cassie noted from behind him.
Parker sighed. “I’m not going to the Con to pick up a guy, Cassie.”
“Oh, come on, Parker. You broke up with Jace over six months ago. Time to get back on the horse, man.”
His mouth tightened. Han Solo looked angry in the mirror in front of him. “I’ll start dating again when I feel like it, Cass,” he growled.
She held up her hands in front of her placatingly. “Sorry, Park. I just want you to be happy, you know that.”
His eyes softened, and he smiled at her over his shoulder. “I do know that. But may I point out that you’re not with anybody either? How about this – you get a boyfriend, and I will. Okay?”
Cassie pouted. “It’s not my fault that I’m not dating anybody! Most guys…” she sighed, her narrow shoulders slumping, “They just don’t get it, you know? It is extremely hard being a female geek.”
“I know,” Parker said compassionately. “But maybe you’ll meet somebody at the Con, too. After all, these are your people.”
She brightened up at that. “Yeah, they are. You’re right, Park. I’ll start looking for somebody at the Con, as long as you do too.”
He opened his mouth to protest that wasn’t what he’d meant, but the gimlet stare in Cassie’s hazel eyes made him shut it again. He knew better than to argue with her when she was like this. Instead he turned back to the mirror, looking at the dashing rogue of a space captain/smuggler standing there. Lord, this Con was going to be pretty crazy with Cassie on the warpath. He just hoped that he survived it.
Derek Yanger made a thumb’s up sign when Chad opened his door. “Looking good, dude!” he crowed enthusiastically.
Chad grinned, although Derek couldn’t see it since he was wearing the Boba Fett helmet. He tried to make his voice as deep and growly as possible, since he couldn’t afford a voice modulator. “Watch your mouth, Imperial scum. Or I’ll burn you down,” he waved the replica laser rifle he was holding in his arms.
Derek guffawed. “Sure, man, sure,” he said amiably. “You ready to go?”
Chad nodded, albeit not easily because of the helmet. “Let’s hit it. I can’t wait to show this off.”
Derek led the way outside and to his car. Both of them got in, Derek rather awkwardly behind the wheel because of his Imperial Storm Trooper costume. It wasn’t even a quarter as good as Chad’s Boba Fett, because he hadn’t put much money or effort into it. He started the engine as Chad sat forward in the passenger seat. He couldn’t sit back because of the jet pack on the back of his costume. So he hunched forward as Derek started toward the convention center where the Con was being held. ‘Boba Fett, ninety-year old with osteoporosis,’ Chad thought, trying not to giggle. Giggling didn’t suit his awesome costume at all. And now he WAS Boba Fett, at least for this weekend anyway.
Parker opened his door to see Princess Leia standing there. This was the sexy princess of the Return of the Jedi, wearing that slinky little slave girl outfit that Jabba the Hutt had forced her into. Her hair hung down her back in a long braid, held up by two gold ornaments on either side of her head. She spread her hands. “What do you think?” she asked.
“I think you look incredible. Very sexy,” Parker replied truthfully.
She grinned. “I hope so, since I intend to use my slave girl feminine wiles to snag myself a man.”
Parker felt somewhat apprehensive at her words, and her hazel-brown eyes gleamed when she saw his reaction. “Come on, Park, let’s go show ourselves off,” she said, jerking her head a little toward the parking lot of his apartment building.
He sighed, but stepped out of his door and closed it behind him. He saw one of his neighbors staring at him, and he saluted the man with two fingers. His neighbor shook his head and turned away, used to Parker’s weirdness by now. He chuckled as they started toward his car. Cassie was going to leave her car here in his parking space for the weekend. The two friends got into his vehicle, both anticipating the Con – although Cassie didn’t feel the apprehension that Parker was.
There was a huge crowd of people milling around the lobby of the convention center, most of them wearing some kind of costume. Chad strolled beside Derek through the throng, hearing exclamations and seeing people pointing at his costume. His chest swelled a little with pride. He straightened up and walked tall, holding his replica laser rifle in a relaxed manner in his arms. He was Boba Fett, he reminded himself. Dangerous bounty hunter and all around man’s man. He wasn’t Chad Walinski, uber-geek and ninety-pound weakling.
“Wow, lotta Star Wars people here,” Derek remarked. “Thought there’d be more Star Trek geeks, since the reboot movie came out this year.”
Chad snorted, which sounded weird through his helmet. “The movie wasn’t that great, and with no Star Trek series on t.v. right now…”
“Yeah, that’s true,” Derek mused. “There are always more Trekkies when there’s a t.v. show. Oh, look, a Dark Knight,” he gestured at a guy wearing a homemade Batman costume striding through the crowd.
Chad shook his head a bit (again rather stiffly because of the helmet). “At least those costumes are better looking than the old Batman movie ones. Remember the huge nipples from Batman and Robin?”
Both of them laughed loudly at the memory of what the Batman costumes had looked like until Batman Begins had come out. They’d either been EXTREMELY rubbery, or had been colorful and silly-looking like the Batman costume from the old Adam West t.v. series. “Whoa,” Derek exclaimed. “Would you look at that green-skinned babe?”
His eyes had fastened on a girl wearing green body paint, a black wig, and a skimpy slave girl outfit talking to some friends nearby. Derek was practically drooling down the front of his costume and giving forth wolf whistles. Thank God his crappy uniform helmet hid his face; if the slave girl had seen his blatant ogling of her, she might have gotten pissed. Derek had the smoothness and suavity of Pee Wee Herman whenever he got around girls.
Chad sighed internally. Derek often forgot that his best friend was gay. He supposed that made sense – it wasn’t like he dated guys regularly or anything. It just got annoying sometimes when Derek would try to get him in on chasing tail, and he had to remind his friend YET AGAIN that he just wasn’t interested. “I wonder if she’d be my slave for the weekend?” Derek asked as he continued to stare at the green-painted girl hungrily.
“I doubt it,” Chad replied dryly. “See that Sulu there?” he gestured to an Asian man wearing a gold Star Trek shirt and black pants. The man was heading toward the slave girl. He touched her shoulder, and she turned with a squeal of joy and threw herself into his arms. They began to make out enthusiastically.
Derek sighed. “All the good chicks are always taken,” he said mournfully.
‘Not always; most of the time they just don’t want to go out with you,’ Chad thought, but kept this mean thought to himself. He didn’t want to hurt Derek’s feelings about something he just couldn’t seem to help.
“Let’s go look at some of the displays,” he said aloud.
Derek nodded. “Yeah. Then we have to go get you signed up for the costume contest. You’ll probably win this year.”
“I hope so,” Chad said as they started through the crowd. Then Derek came to an abrupt halt.
“Hey, Boba! There’s your nemesis, man! With a really hot Leia,” he added, staring across the crowd.
Chad looked at where he was pointing and saw a man wearing a Han Solo costume, standing next to a woman in a Princess Leia slave outfit. He just had time to register the fact that this particular Han was fucking gorgeous! Then Derek grabbed his arm. “Let’s go over there,” he said eagerly. “You can claim your bounty, man,” he said gleefully as he began to drag his reluctant friend toward the duo. He was a lot stronger than Chad, so he had no chance to stop Derek even if he’d set his heels in. Boba Fett was going to meet his nemesis whether he liked it or not.
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