Revise paste Boba Fett Hunted 1

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.

"I will work for you, for a price - but I will name that price!"

Jabba's laughter stilled. He gazed at Boba. After a moment he nodded. "You are my kind of scum! You will make a good hunter." The protection of his helmet made Boba feel bold. "Who's to say I'm not one already?" Jabba smiled slyly. "Soon you will have the chance to prove it. I have a job that needs to be executed. I have
already contacted another hunter, but perhaps the assignment should be yours." Jabba turned and gave a disdainful glance at the Drovian. "Bring him back to the palace," he ordered his guards. "Once we have arrived, put him in the holding pen." The Drovian roared and fought furiously as the Gamorreans grabbed him and led him away.-Chpt.14