t’s been 40 years since the Rebel Alliance escaped an Imperial attack on Hoth. Forty years since Luke Skywalker met Yoda, wandered into a cave, and failed a test. Forty years since the introductions of Lando Calrissian and the mysterious bounty hunter Boba Fett.
It’s time to celebrate with 40 new stories told from points of view you’ve never seen before.
From a Certain Point of View: The Empire Strikes Back is just one week away. The anthology features 40 original stories set during events of The Empire Strikes Back. One of the most-anticipated characters to get their own story (aside from Willrow Hood, of course) is none other than Fett himself.
The following excerpt comes from “Wait for It” by Zoraida Córdova, one of many stories featured in this collection that gives us a never-before-seen glimpse at what this beloved bounty hunger is thinking.
Boba Fett had many skills, but only a single virtue. Patience wasn’t it.
After being summoned by Darth Vader with the lure of a new bounty, Fett made the impossible decision to drop everything he was doing, and that included a job. He didn’t want anyone to think he was going soft, that he couldn’t handle a mark, no matter how small. The bounty in question was a squirmy little Sullustan with floppy jowls who’d broken a contract with Jabba the Hutt. The galaxy was lousy with idiots. But where there was an idiot, there was a case of credits Fett could collect.
Or he would have if the holo of Vader’s likeness hadn’t come through with instructions that sounded more like an order. He didn’t take orders from nobody, but he knew better than to say no to the Sith Lord. Not that he was scared of him, or anything. Not exactly. But Lord Huff and Puff was preferable as an ally rather than an enemy. And so Fett tossed his job to a rookie on Jabba’s payroll wanting to make a name for himself. No one could say ol’ Fett didn’t throw a dog a bone from time to time.
As he waited for the coordinates in the quiet of his ship, Fett caught sight of his reflection. He had the passing thought that he needed to shave, when his sensors lit up with a transmission. He set his course and hauled Slave I to—an asteroid field. Barely dodged a hunk of rock hurtling at his cockpit. Nothing he couldn’t handle, but a heads-up would’ve been appreciated. After transmitting his clearance code, he docked in the Executor’s hangar bay only to be instructed to wait. Wait. He could have delivered his bounty to Jabba, maybe even pounded a cold brew at Chalmun’s, and still been here with time to spare.
Fett took a deep breath, ran a hand across the buzzed scruff of his hair, then secured his helmet, checked his blaster, and disembarked. Vader’s Star Dreadnought was pretty impressive, he’d admit to that. Sleek and metallic in a way that made the murder of docked bounty hunters’ ships look like a Jawa scrap heap. Stormtroopers and clusters of Imperial officers moved quickly. He caught several sneers lobbed his way. Even heard his name whispered on the lips of a pinch-faced redhead. Boba Fett.
e got the feeling his presence wasn’t welcome, and neither were the other five hunters milling about. He nodded at Bossk and Dengar. The other three looked familiar, but most hunters blurred together in his mind. Two droids and a Gand with a circular respirator that looked like it would make the perfect bull’s-eye. Boba Fett said nothing, he simply waited with the others.
“Boba,” Bossk hissed in greeting.
How many times was he supposed to tell the old Trandoshan that it was Fett or Boba Fett. He wasn’t no little kid anymore. Sure, they had history. Probably would be the closest thing he had to a friend, if he’d actually wanted a friend.
Before Fett could reply, one of the black-clad officers marched over. “You lot. Follow me.”
You can read AND listen to the full excerpt on USA Today.
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