06-06-2017, 11:08 AM
"Boba Fett? Where?"
Fett's jetpack misfired as his long-time foe bumped into it, and he crashed into the side of the sand barge.
Concussion. Blackness.
Spiel from Omni.
This is the strangest concussion I have ever had...
A green and blue figure appeared over the fountain. He was falling back first, arms flailing. SPLASH!
Boba Fett sat up. He blinked his eyes and shook his head. The belly of the beast should have been pitch black, or close to it. Instead, there was blinding whiteness. Its digestive juices should be burning him and smell awful, but it felt like cool, spring water. Conclusion: The concussion must have knocked his senses out of whack.
The bounty hunter climbed to his feet as his eyes adjusted. A fountain took shape around him, and there were people moving about in the background. He heard the soft chatter of distant conversation. Things were worse than he thought. It wasn't his senses; his brain was scrambled. He smacked the side of his helmet but there was nothing. No communications. No sensor readouts. Either his electronics were dead or his brain was blocking them out. Or...
No. There was no way the afterlife looked like the inside of a stormtrooper helmet. Not to mention, there was no way the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy would die because some smuggler bumbled into him and knocked him down a hole. That would be the dumbest thing he had ever heard. Something else must be going on here.
He heard marching and turned. Stormtroopers. Excellent. Fett climbed out of the fountain and approached the men with the casual arrogance he had earned. "Officer, where are we?" he asked the ranking plastic head.
"Sir, please step back," replied the head trooper. The other four fanned out with two of them training their blaster rifles on the newcomer. "Please state your identity."
Fett took a step back, and his hand drifted toward his carbine. He was in no condition to cause trouble, however, and he relaxed. "Boba Fett. Imperial Bounty Hunter Registration DX-147836." As the trooper called it in, Fett scanned the area. Half the inhabitants looked to be human, the rest alien. There was more archaic technology around than modern. No ships in the sky and few speeders or other repulsor craft. Where was he?
"It's an older code, sir, but it checks out," said the voice over the comm.
"Alright, looks like you're one of the good guys," said the officer to Fett, as the other stormtroopers relaxed into a more casual formation. "You are in the Nexus. If you head west for about two hours, you will reach Coruscant. We can get you hooked up with some work and a place to stay. I suggest summoning a speeder, it'll be faster."
Coruscant? How did he get here? What was going on? At least he knew where he was now. The fountain must have been some new sort of Bacta. "I can't summon one. My comm's out. Can you call one for me?"
The storm trooper tilted his head. "Doesn't the big guy give you some kind of speech or something? That's what they told us in training," replied the confused officer.
"What big guy? I'm having a hard time remembering how I got here," admitted Fett. He didn't like saying it, but he needed help.
"Omni. The big white face in the sky? The grinning child?" offered the soldier.
Shit. That was real? "Yes, of course. Thank you, officer," stated the bounty hunter. The stormtrooper nodded hesitantly but moved on with their patrol, leaving Boba Fett to his thoughts. He held out his hand, and sure enough, a small, glimmering orb formed right above it. Was this the force? What in Mandalore? Fett concentrated some more. About ten minutes later he had a 74-Z speeder bike. He was pretty sure the force didn't work this way. But what the hell did he know? He climbed aboard his speeder and took off for Coruscant.
Fett's jetpack misfired as his long-time foe bumped into it, and he crashed into the side of the sand barge.
Concussion. Blackness.
Spiel from Omni.
This is the strangest concussion I have ever had...
A green and blue figure appeared over the fountain. He was falling back first, arms flailing. SPLASH!
Boba Fett sat up. He blinked his eyes and shook his head. The belly of the beast should have been pitch black, or close to it. Instead, there was blinding whiteness. Its digestive juices should be burning him and smell awful, but it felt like cool, spring water. Conclusion: The concussion must have knocked his senses out of whack.
The bounty hunter climbed to his feet as his eyes adjusted. A fountain took shape around him, and there were people moving about in the background. He heard the soft chatter of distant conversation. Things were worse than he thought. It wasn't his senses; his brain was scrambled. He smacked the side of his helmet but there was nothing. No communications. No sensor readouts. Either his electronics were dead or his brain was blocking them out. Or...
No. There was no way the afterlife looked like the inside of a stormtrooper helmet. Not to mention, there was no way the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy would die because some smuggler bumbled into him and knocked him down a hole. That would be the dumbest thing he had ever heard. Something else must be going on here.
He heard marching and turned. Stormtroopers. Excellent. Fett climbed out of the fountain and approached the men with the casual arrogance he had earned. "Officer, where are we?" he asked the ranking plastic head.
"Sir, please step back," replied the head trooper. The other four fanned out with two of them training their blaster rifles on the newcomer. "Please state your identity."
Fett took a step back, and his hand drifted toward his carbine. He was in no condition to cause trouble, however, and he relaxed. "Boba Fett. Imperial Bounty Hunter Registration DX-147836." As the trooper called it in, Fett scanned the area. Half the inhabitants looked to be human, the rest alien. There was more archaic technology around than modern. No ships in the sky and few speeders or other repulsor craft. Where was he?
"It's an older code, sir, but it checks out," said the voice over the comm.
"Alright, looks like you're one of the good guys," said the officer to Fett, as the other stormtroopers relaxed into a more casual formation. "You are in the Nexus. If you head west for about two hours, you will reach Coruscant. We can get you hooked up with some work and a place to stay. I suggest summoning a speeder, it'll be faster."
Coruscant? How did he get here? What was going on? At least he knew where he was now. The fountain must have been some new sort of Bacta. "I can't summon one. My comm's out. Can you call one for me?"
The storm trooper tilted his head. "Doesn't the big guy give you some kind of speech or something? That's what they told us in training," replied the confused officer.
"What big guy? I'm having a hard time remembering how I got here," admitted Fett. He didn't like saying it, but he needed help.
"Omni. The big white face in the sky? The grinning child?" offered the soldier.
Shit. That was real? "Yes, of course. Thank you, officer," stated the bounty hunter. The stormtrooper nodded hesitantly but moved on with their patrol, leaving Boba Fett to his thoughts. He held out his hand, and sure enough, a small, glimmering orb formed right above it. Was this the force? What in Mandalore? Fett concentrated some more. About ten minutes later he had a 74-Z speeder bike. He was pretty sure the force didn't work this way. But what the hell did he know? He climbed aboard his speeder and took off for Coruscant.