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The Fett Dynasty, Episode One of a Trilogy	By : WLTDNFADED Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 3625 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 1

Sol 2, Tatooine�s second sun, was just beginning its descent behind the massive dunes surrounding the Pit of Carcoon. The usually impressive desert sunset was made even more brilliant as the fading light struck through the billowing smoke pouring out of the smoldering pleasure barge, making its wind-blown journey over the dunes� horizon. As red-orange radiance gracefully morphed into indigo purple dusk, it cast its shroud of dune-struck shadows across the dilapidated barge and the dozens of corpses encircling it, assistine ene encroaching sands in covering the dead.

Meters away, the Saarlac slept�or at least seemed to. The meal that day, its largest in years, allowed the sand-submerged beast to rest it tentacles from its constant search for food. A low rhythmic rumble emerged from the thing; had anything living been around to hear it, the sound may have been interpreted as snoring.

Suddenly, the Saarlac�s labored breathing stopped with a thunderous snort. The few seconds of silence were then interrupted by a muffled explosion emanating from deep inside the beast�s innards. The air was pierced by the Saarlac�s deafening screech, and the entire pit convulsed and bucked, the Saarlac�s tentacles flapping wildly about. Another explosion belched forth from the monster�s belly. The entire Saarlac violently heaved up as it vomited a geyser of guts, fluids, smoke, and body parts toward the sky. The last thing to be dispensed from the beast�s gullet was an intact humanoid figure with fire exploding from its back�

The figure flew in a graceful arc through the air before the jetpack on its back sputtered. Quickly decelerating, it hit the sands surrounding the Saarlac with a sickening thud and a roar of intense pain. Swiftly bringing himself to his knees, Boba Fett spun his torso toward the beast and, reaching for his right bracer, ignited its flamethrower.

A river of fire exploded from Fett�s arm, engulfing the Saarlac�s exposed head and mouth and illuminating the desert night sky. The monster thrashed and heaved, its screams echoing throughout the valley in a cacophony of agony. Flaming embers of flesh and hair sparked and crackled into the air all around the pit. Fett licked his lips under his helm, a malevolent grin twisting his face as he steadily, relentlessly roasted the Saarlac alive.

The choking stench of seared flesh permeated the air. The Saarlac lugged up in one last torturous convulsion, and finally the burned and dying beast slithered back into his pit, just as Fett�s flameter rer ran out of fuel.

As the Saarlac descended into the sands, Fett fell forward to rest on all fours, greedily gulping in as much delicious air as he could.

�There, you filthy load of Bantha shit�, Fett mumbled between hard, raw breaths, �How�s that for heartburn?�

As the effects of the adrenaline pulsing through his veins began to subside, it was only at that moment when he realized it hurt to breathe; a stabbing ache ripped through his left side with every breath drawn in. It hurt even more to rest on his right arm. He slowly, painfully, rose to his feet, wiping the creature�s gullet juices off the visor of his helmet and the plates of his armor. He held himself steady as the entire desert seemed to spin around him, and he reached up to the helm, running his fingers along the huge crack in the top of the helmet. As he tried to step forward, he roared once again as pain shot straight up his leg from his left ankle and knee. Nevertheless, he forced himself to limp forward toward the smoldering hulk of Jabba the Hutt�s now wrecked land-locked sand barge.

Standing before the huge smoking husk of the transport, Fett removed his helmet to get a better view. The bow stuck into the low dune, leaning to the port side. The body of a guard was draped over the rail of the observation deck, his right arm nearly burned off his shoulder. The outside wall, streaked with blackened lines of burnt blood, was glowing a brown-orange, indicating that fire still raged within. The sands were littered with broken glass, pieces of clothing, shattered weapons, and sh of of charred metal as well as the scorched bodies of dancers, thugs, and guests of the ill-fated party.

Fett, still staring up at the burning hulk, threw his helmet down into the sand. �Son of a bitch�� he murmured under his breath.

He turned in a full circle, hoping to find something resembling a working vehicle, finding nothing. The remaining sand speeder was in worse shape than the barge, lying in burning bits across the dune valley floor. Han Solo and the rest of the rebels in their escape had obviously taken the remaining speeder.

Fett reached up and grabbed a fistful of his own hair as he fought to control the rage building throughout his battered body. The curse seemed to begin deep within his bowels, moving up his torso until it finally roared from his lips�

�Damn you! Gods damn you to all the hells!� he screamed into the desert night, the echoes further taunting him as they bounced around the dune valley. Even as he said it, Fett wasn�t entirely sure who he was cursing, Solo, the Rebels, Jabba�s crew�or himself.

Fett was disgusted with himself. He had been careless. He had allowed himself to become distracted. The fact that he had been knocked to the deck of the speeder during his attemo sno snare Skywalker had rattled him, taken him off his guard. He hadn�t been concentrating on the capture; he had let his emotions take over as he aimed his blaster at the self-proclaimed Jedi, unaware of everything around him, behind him�He had stupidly believed that Solo, unarmed and blind, was no threat at that moment. He hadn�t seen Solo pick up the spear, waving it wildly until the spearhead had stuck right into the redundant ignition switch on the back of his jetpack, sending Fett careening through the air, smashing into the bulkhead of the barge and dropping right into the awaiting maw of the Saarlac.

Fett ran his hand through his spiked hair. When he brought it down and looked at the palm of his glove, he saw it covered with blood. Glaring at the stain, a bitter laugh emerged from his lips.

�You�re finished, Hunter,� Fett snarled under his breath. He leaned back his head, glaring at the stars that seemed to mock him with their cheerful flicker. �This never would have happened before�her.� He closed his eyes and lowered his head to rest against his closed fist. �She�s poisoned you.�

Again, as it had for these many months, the image of an alabaster heart-shaped face with dazzling teal eyes framed by shimmering black curls infiltrated his thoughts�and again, he fought to expel it from his mind�

�Not now, � he whispered, clenching his eyes closed. �Do not haunt me now��

Fett leaned down and grabbed the helmet out of the sand, furiously trying to ignore the unbearable pain the action caused him. He had to get moving. He had to get back to his ship and run a medical scan and do what he could to mend himself. He had to get off this gods-forsaken rock of a planet. As he carefully placed the helmet back on his head and switched on the infrared, he heard a faint, desperate cry coming from just beyond the stern of the barge.

He limped toward the voice, stopping once and bending down to pick up the blaster of one of the dead guards lying in the sand. As he approached closer, he recognized the language the voice was speaking as Twi�leki. He stopped and found himself staring down on a badly burned and mutilated Bib Fortuna, the major domo of Jabba the Hutt�s palace.

One of Fortuna�s head tentacles had been burned off, as well as half his face. His robes were nothing more than seared rags that stuck to his flesh. His arm was mangled almost beyond recognition, and both his legs were broken and crumpled under him. With his good arm, he reached up toward Fett, stammering, �Hoota nundi, Fett�Hoota nundi�� Roughly translated into galactic basic, �Help me.�

Fett looked down at the twisted, injured Twi�lek. �Tough break, huh, Fortuna?� Raising the blaster and pointing it right between Bib Fortuna�s eyes, he added, �Sure, Bib, I�ll help you��

�Nah, Fett, nah! Fichi ag AKAAAA!!!�

The high-pitched shriek of the blaster shot was followed by cold silence, then by quiet footsteps falling on sand as Boba Fett lurched over a dune in the desert night. It would be a lengthy, excruciating trek back, on foot and injured, through the unforgiving Tatooine desert to the palace of the now dead Jabba the Hutt.
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Any day now Dr. Him�bron had said just a few days earlier. For I�Lai, any day now was not soon enough.

She had tried to hoist herself out of her chair, but then realized that the grand mound of her belly had trapped her between the desk and the chair. Frustrated, she huffed and bumped the chair back, braced herself against the arm and tried again. Slowly and with a degree of difficulty, she rose to a standing position. Taking a tiny break from the effort, she placed both hands against the small of her back, which was intensely throbband and had been for weeks. She rubbed the tender area as she shuffled forward toward the bath chamber where Nikoa had already started drawing I�Lai�s bath before retiring for the evening.

As she entered the bath chamber, she found herself awash with the fragrant steam rising from the immense tub. She stopped and whispered a tiny curse to herself when she knocked her hairbrush off the vanity: She would have to wait for Nikoa to pick it up for her, for her rather extended form now made bending over virtually impossible. She undid her fur-lined robe, letting it drop to the floor, and stepped into the sunken tub.

She let out a sigh of sheer bliss and leaned her head back as the warm water and sudsy foam enveloped and encircled her. The pain in her back began to lessen, and she imagined her limbs melting into the bath.

The baby began to dance and writhe within her womb, as he did almost every night at this time. I�Lai, her eyes closed, moved her hand over her expanded abdomen and smiled when she felt the heel of a tiny foot glide from left to right at the top of her swelled belly. Unconsciously, her hand moved from her belly up to brush against her breasts, now growing larger and fuller by the day as they readied themselves for her son�s arrival into the world. A nipple slid between her wet fingers, and she pulled it gently, gasping as she felt her loins tighten in response. Her other hand began to travel down her wet nude body, but stopped just shy of its destination between her legs�

A wave of sadness suddenly washed over I�Lai. She dropped her head and covered her face with her hands. Since her victorious confrontation with Darth Vader months ago, Vader had never returned to her dreams. But neither had the image of Boba Fett.

She missed him. She longed for him. And she hated herself for it. She hated herself for having even a shred of hope that she had actually meant something to Fett. Why should she? She was merely a number in a long line of conquests for the infamous bounty hunter, of that she was certain. And here she was, pining after him like a simpleton, carrying a child he would never know he had� She hated herself because she had allowed herself to love him.

A memory infiltrated her thoughts, a memory from that night on the Executor all those months ago�

**�Wait�don�t move,� I�Lai had whispered as she gingerly reached toward Boba Fett�s face. She had stretched her naked body alongside of Fett�s, her leg entwined around his own as they both lay on the massive Arisand silk-strewn bed.

Fett flinched. �What are you doing?�

�Sssh, hold still�you have an eyelash under your eye.� With great care, she pinched the tiny hair from his lower eyelid, balancing it on her fingertip. She held it to his mouth. �There�now blow on it and make a wish.�

He had knit his brows and curled the corner of his mouth upward. �Why would I do that?�

She had giggled. �What, didn�t you ever play this as a child?�

His gaze remained constant as he replied, softly and bluntly, �I never played as a child.�

She had lowered her hand and dropped her gaze, unsure what to say. �Oh�I�m �sorry.�

They had said nothing for a while. It seemed that Fett had felt her awkwardness. He rolled his body over her, running his hand down her curving side, resting it on her hip. �I want to tell you something.�

�Yes..?�

His tone was simple, almost emotionless, and quiet when he said �You� are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.� With that, he brushed his lips against the velvet flesh of her neck and pressed his bare body into her�**

As far as the rest of the galaxy�s populace was concerned, he was a merciless, ruthless killer. But that was not what he was to her---he had shown her affection, passion, tenderness and, she could almost say, vulnerability. She suddenly thought of something she had said to Nikoa a few months back regarding Reynau Denivrian� Nobody knew him like I did. Deep in her heart, she felt that the same was true of Boba Fett.

But now, more than ever before, it seemed hopeless. Even if Fett landed on Orri Prime tomorrow, he and I�Lai were in opposite camps of a galactic war, with Fett working for Vader and I�Lai now supplying and supporting the Rebel Alliance.

�Ah, little one�, she cooed, caressing her belly. �Things were so much easier when your mother was merely an Imperial whore.� She laughed a little at her self-deprecation as a single teardrop fell down hheekheek to mix with the droplets of steam from her bath.

Suddenly, her eyesight went black. She shot up, gripping the sides of the tub. She was about to cry out for Nikoa when a bone-chilling howl screamed across her mind. Images flashed in front of her in rapid succession, almost too fast to comprehend�

Luke Skywalker, writhing in pain on a black floor, lightning enveloping and scorching his body, calling to his father�The Emperor laughing, lightning shooting from his hands---Vader in turmoil, then in rage---Vader attacking the Emperor, lifting him over his head, throwing him down a huge shaft---Fire, wind, explosions of heat and light and all the while the screaming---The Emperor screaming, screaming, reaching his withered hand upwards as he plunged down the shaft---

The screams suddenly had words, and the words were meant for I�Lai---

�I�Lai! Save me! I�ll be father to your son; I�ll make you the mother of an empire! I�LAI!�

I�Lai�s limbs thrashed about in the tub as she gritted her teeth as the words echoed through her mind, over and over�

�Mother of the Empire! MOTHER OF THE EMPIRE!�

�NOOOOOO!� I�Lai shrieked back, her entire body arcing and her head thrown back. �Get out of my mind! GET OUT!�

The screaming suddenly faded as it fell down into the shaft of her visions, replaced by the near cries of Nikoa running into the bedchamber. I�Lai�s vision returned and the bath chamber morphed into her reality once again�

�Your Ladyship! Your Ladyship! The Rebels have WON! The war is over!�

I�Lai, dazed and panting, desperately tried to focus her eyes as Nikoa burst into the bath chamber. �W...What?�

�Stitz just received an interplanetary message from the Alliance! There was a huge battle on Endor---two thirds of the Imperial Fleet was been wiped out, including the Executor! The new Death Star has been destroyed, Darth Vader is dead---the Emperor is dead! He�s DEAD, I�Lai!� She picked up I�Lai�s robe from the floor, raising it toward I�Lai with one hand and grabbing the towel off the rack with the other. �The Alliance has put forth an urgent request to set down here on Orri Prime�Lady I�Lai, please! Get out of the tub and get dressed! General Solo is requesting to speak to you personally! Come on, come on!� She assisted I�Lai to a standing position, ouslously drying her naked body.

The cold air on her wet skin along with Nikoa�s quick towelling helped snap I�Lai back to the moment. �W-What? The Rebellion�won?�

Nikoa stopped and gawked at I�Lai. �Your Ladyship, have you heard nothing I�ve said? General Han Solo is on the comlink right now in Stitz�s office!� With a strength and speed of a woman half her age, Nikoa threw the robe around her and pulled I�Lai through the bedchamber out into the corridor.

They ran through the maze of halls in the palace, finally coming across a narrow door in the little-used southern wing. As I�Lai and Nikoa made their approach, the door swooshed open and revealed a beaming Captain Stitz.

�My Lady!� Stitz exclaimed, throwing his arms around I�Lai. She enthusiastically returned the embrace. �Quickly, General Solo wants to speak with you!�

I�Lai entered Stitz�s clandestine headquarters and moved to the com. �Yes, General Solo, are you there?�

The channel crackled for a brief second, followed by a smooth yet obviously elated male voice. �Lady I�Lai, is that you? Han Solo here�yeah, yeah, Chewie, I think she knows we won by now!�

I�Lai felt that her chest would burst with joy. �Han, you have no idea how good it is to hear your voice again!�

Han chuckled on the other end. �Yeah, well it feels pretty good to be able to talk again! Listen, we need a place to set down for a while�where we�re at is still heavy Imperial territory, our medical frigate is pretty banged up and we have wounded that need tending. Requesting permission for landing clearance on Orri Prime.�

�Of course, of course! Permission granted! I�ll have medics and transports available at the space dock immediately upon your arrival!�

�That�s great! We�re only about five parsecs from you; we should be there in a couple hours. Hey, I�Lai�you still as pretty as I remember?�

Nikoa�s and Stitz�s smirks did nothing to diminish the growing blush in I�Lai�s cheeks. Though she was grinning, she shot an annoyed glare at the both of them as her hand ran over her heavily pregnant stomach. �Well, Han�, she stuttered, flushed and embarrassed, �I certainly hope you will think so��

The sound of a light slap came over the comlink. �Ow! Hey, she�s an old friend of mine---I was just�ow, quit it, Leia!�

A female�s voice came over the speaker, her diplomatic tone doing nothing to hide her jealousy. �This is the Princess Leia Organa. I�m sorry, but General Solo must resume his duties piloting the ship. Over and out.�

I�Lai raised her eyebrows as she stifled a giggle.

�Lady I�Lai�, Stitz murmured. �The planet awaits your orders.�

Her head was reeling from everything that had just occurred within the last fifteen minutes. She drew in a deep breath. �All right. Captain Stitz, put out a call to the Alliance flagship and inform them that their transports may land at the northern and southern spaceports. Then call all port com centers and have them notify all medical personnel to arrive at said ports with supplies and ambulary vehicles and take the Alliance wounded to the infirmaries. See if you can contact the Millennium Falcon again and inform General Solo that he may land in the palace�s private port.�

She turned to Nikoa and smiled from ear to ear. �Nikoa�we have a big celebration to plan. I leave that to you and the house staff. I think you know what to do.�

Nikoa, a seasoned veteran in the palace�s event planning, smiled and winked. �I�ll get right on it, Madam.� She turned to go but suddenly stopped as a thought crossed her mind. �Oh, Lady I�Lai�what about Magistrate Omin�da? What are we going to tell him?�

I'Lai folded her arms over her belly and tilted her head to one side. �Oh yes, the Magistrate�� A smirk stretched her mouth wide. �Tell him that he and Lady Omin�da will, unfortunately, going to have to vacate their palace and stay in the guest house out back�with, of course, Alliance security. We have many Rebel heroes coming to visit, and they will need a place to stay.�
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