Fett reclined his head against the cockpit seat back, took a few deep breaths and strained to relax. It wasn’t the first time he had stared death directly on. Though it had been some years since, he briefly pondered over the worst encounters, several sojourns in the stomach of the Sarlaac monster on Tatooine. Had it not been for the kindness of strangers or distant acquaintances, he never would have emerged from the Sarlaac’s pit. But this time was different. The unidentifiable system he had just landed on would offer no outside assistance. Once again, as so many times before, Boba Fett was alone, left to his own devices, without a hope in sight. He stepped outside.

The air was temperate. A few humans were in the area, dressed strangely and seemingly enjoying the natural landscapes surrounding them. A man approached him. Middle-aged, no unusual features and spoke to Fett in Galactic Basic. “Halloween’s early this year, huh? You in some kinda paint ball game,” he asked.

“Um… no…. Can you tell me where the nearest power source might be,” Fett asked.

“Power source? Look around ya. It’s everywhere. If you need to charge anything, go find a Starbucks or something,” the man said as he continued to walk by.

“Thank you,” Fett replied. What in the world was Starbucks, he thought to himself. He decided to return to Slave lV and scan the area for power sources. As he switched on auxiliary power, he noticed the reserves near empty. Something during the voyage had drained the ship’s power more than any other journey had ever done in his personal history of space travel. Something was wrong. And suddenly, Slave lV’s scanner alerted him with nearby power sources. The list was neverending in the area which he had landed. Power sources seemed to exist close by in many unusual forms, including a primitive form of power known as electricity that Fett had once read about as a child on Geonosis many years ago. Unfortunately, electricity was the only familiar power source on the list. This system seemed to be mainly dependent on highly combustible gaseous energy. Fett reasoned with himself. Once, during the Empire’s occupation of Bespin, he had powered Slave l’s blaster cannons using Tibanna gas, a very rare gas native to Bespin, during the trip from Bespin to Tatooine. It was to return Han Solo to Jabba the Hutt and collect a rather large bounty. In retrospect, the trip didn’t end well. But Tibanna gas, on the other hand, had powered Slave l’s blaster cannons with more energy and firepower than any other energy source he had experimented with. If, the gases native to this system could be adapted to refuel his power cells, there might be hope. He downloaded the scanner’s findings to his helmet’s computer, powered down and exited an invisible Slave lV to humans once again. By now, the atmosphere had darkened and no humans were in the area. He recited the security code for Slave lV, its hatch sealing shut. And then he began walking in the direction of a more heavily populated area punctuated by a variety of energy sources. Cautiously, with his EE-3 carbine rifle ready to draw, he stepped into the unknown night of this strange system.