Jabba might be greedy and disgusting and power-hungry. But when it came to outfitting his favorite bounty hunter, he was as generous as his Gamorrean guards were stupid. New weapons gleamed from Slave I's storage bays: blaster, ionizers, plasma missiles. And, at Boba's request, Jabba had arranged for brand-new sensor-jammers to be installed on Slave I, as well as a state-of-the-art interstitial stealth shield.-Chpt.5

Mentis Qinx. At the time, Boba had no credits to pay for the work. He'd bluffed his way into it, projecting enough confident authority that he'd fooled Qinx's administrative droid. And the bluff had paid off. Qinx had upgraded Slave I's power cells. He had installed a series of camo covers that concealed new turbolasers and concussion missile launchers. He had upgraded the engineering console. He had even replaced the existing hardware grid with a larger one. Someday, that grid would accommodate more advanced stealth hardware. Unfortunately, Qinx hadn't installed it yet. "That'll be your next big project, Qinx," muttered Boba.-Chpt.7

Walking toward the Zio Snaffkin cantina, IG-88's audial receptor heard shouts and laser fire erupt from within the building. The droid quickened his pace, ignoring the hand-lettered sign that read NO DROIDS ALLOWED! IG-88 unholstered his blaster and entered the cantina. The smell of blaster fumes hung heavy in the air, stinging IG-88's olfactory sensors. The cantina interior resembled a war zone. Tables were overturned and numerous human and alien bodies lay motionless on the floor. Only one figure remained standing. He was an armored humanoid, wearing a helmet that covered his entire head. The man stood with his back to the assassin droid. Without turning, the helmeted man hissed, "If you're looking for Solo or Sprool the Trader, you're a little late, droid."

IG-88 returned his blaster to its holster. The droid was hunting for Han Solo and was not about to waste ammunition on anyone else. Besides, IG-88 was not certain whether he could defeat the helmeted man in the cantina. Everyone knew that Boba Fett was the most dangerous bounty hunter in the galaxy. -Chpt.2 pgs.9-10

CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

That's the antechamber, he thought. That's where Mace is. Silently he stepped to the door. He put his hand on the latch. It was unlocked. He listened, adjusting his helmet's aural enhancers so he could hear the faintest sound from the other side. And yes, he could hear breathing. The breathing was slow, measured, calm...
Boba drew his flechette pistol. He took a deep breath then shoved the door open. And there he was. Boba's greatest enemy - Mace Windu. The tall Jedi stood pensively at the far end of the room. His hands were in his robes. His head was down. As Boba entered he looked up, eyes widening slightly. "Who - ?"

It had been several months since he had been back. He was never here for more than a few days or weeks at a time, between jobs. Still, these rooms were the closest thing he had to a home. He knew what he would find inside. His quarters were simple, almost spartan. The rooms of a warrior, with no frills besides a small stack of holobooks at his bedside. Books on strategy, navigation, Mandalorian weaponry techniques, scouting, and hunting; ancient texts on war. Most precious of all was the book left to him by his father. It contained his father's words and images. Along with his father's helmet, and the remnants of his father's armor, the book was Boba's most prized possession. He had learned more from that book than he had from any other.
But he had learned even more from his own experience. Thinking about his father still made Boba sad. But he knew his father would be proud of his son. After all, he had just received a prize assignment from Jabba the Hutt!-Chpt.4

The Jedi was a middle-aged, solidly square man in dark gray civilian pants and a battered blue jacket. He was slumped against a wall, eyes closed, face blackened and burned. Clutched in one hand was the hilt of a lightsaber. Fett primed his jet pack and slipped a stun round into the dart thrower on his wrist. With any luck, the shock would be enough to subdue the Jedi without killing him. Fett needed the man to be fit enough to make it back to New Republic lines. Fett hit the burner controls and soared over the scorched wall as the Jedi looked up and went for his weapon. For an injured man, his reflexes were sobering: his lightsaber was humming a heartbeat before Fett dropped into the alleyway and fired the stun round.

The projectile streaked past the Jedi's slashing lightsaber and stuck fast to his chest, sending a disruptive charge through his body. It dropped him instantly and the lightsaber fell to the ground, but he still
struggled to reach for his weapon, fingers splayed, hand shaking uncontrollably.

"Trait-" It was the last word the warrior said. The living armor shifted before their eyes to protect his neck and head, but Beviin managed to hit him in the jaw with his return swing, and a beskad was a heavy weapon. The blade embedded itself in the warrior's jaw, leaving him gurgling and thrashing as his amphistaff changed briefly from snake to iron bar. As the warrior dropped to his knees, the amphistaff slipped free and Fett threw himself on it instinctively, punching his glove-mounted vibroblade through it and pinning it to the ground. Its tail thrashed. Suvar rushed over to decapitate it with his own blade. -Pg.58

Immediately he felt the hot breath of the Drovian guard upon his neck. "You will die for that," the Drovian grunted. He drew a curved litch-knife from his belt and held it just inches from Boba's face. "And," the Drovian added with a twisted smile, "you will die slowly."
Boba had no time to think. He acted. Without a sound he leaped to one side. The Drovian's knife whistled harmlessly through the air where, a nanosecond before, Boba had been. "Huh?" gaped the hulking alien. A small table stood near the viewscreen. Boba grabbed the table and swung it in front of him, fending off the Drovian's blade. Jabba's guests yelled and scattered in all directions. Jabba himself watched, laughing coarsely. "You will pay for this!" croaked the Drovian. As the guard bore down on him, Boba thrust the table upward. The knife stuck in the wood surface. While the Drovian struggled to free his weapon, Boba pushed the table up farther. Then he darted sideways, kicking at the lumbering guard's knees. With a groaning thud, the Drovian stumbled and fell. Jabba's guests laughed as Boba turned to breathlessly face Jabba.

"I am no one's slave or servant!" Boba said.

Boba Fett moved quickly, activating the propellants on his jetpack and zooming into the air, firing as he came. Deflecting the bolts, Obi-Wan took up the rear as he and Ferus raced to the roof opening. Ferus had his own crude weaponry to employ. He reached into his pocket, then tossed something at Fett, a shining disk that spun in a clean line, straight toward him. Fett dodged, but the disk hit his armor near the shoulder, searing a crack into the surface. Obi-Wan realized that Ferus had filled his pockets with the round laser cutting blades that fit into a servocutter tool. He tossed another and another, and Fett had a hard time dodging them. With every burst from his jetpack, he zoomed perilously close to the beams.-Chpt.2 pg.14

Jabba chewed the worms thoughtfully. He pointed at Boba. He said, "Mandalorian, you have no weapons!" The bloated crime lord began to laugh. From everywhere in the room more laughter rang out.
Only Durge was silent. He continued to stare at Boba hatefully. Boba shook his head. Think fast! "That is so, O Exalted Jabba," he said quickly. "I have waited to receive my arms from you, and you alone. Because you are the greatest among your kind. And I will be the greatest among bounty hunters!" Jabba smiled. "A good answer!" Boba turned and stared fearlessly up at Durge. "And a true one!" The bounty hunter reached for his blaster. "You will suffer great pain for that. I think it's time we saw what's under your mask!" With a roar, Durge lunged for him.-Chpt.19

"Hoh hoh!" Jabba shook with delight. "Durge and an unarmed warrior!" Boba wasted no time. Before Durge could catch him, Boba dove between his legs. Jabba laughed, crying, "He is fast!"

"Sit, sit," repeated Hat Lo. As if by magic, the slender Twi'lek appeared at his shoulder. She carried two beakers of fizzing liquid. Hat Lo took one. The Twi'lek offered the other to Boba. "Drink with me!" exclaimed Hat Lo. He raised his beaker and waited for Boba to do the same. "To friendship!"

"No thanks," said Boba. He dumped the beaker's contents onto the floor. An acrid smell rose from the ground, followed by a puff of greenish flame and a sizzling noise. "Dozoisian Snark Venom. Deadly if it passes your lips. Nice try, Hat Lo." Hat Lo feigned surprise. "I'm shocked, shocked," he said. "It's poisonous?" He shoved his still-full beaker back at the Twi'lek, glaring at her as she beat a hasty retreat. Then he turned back to Boba, shrugging as if to say, You can't blame a crook for trying!-Chpt.12