Fett’s HUD displayed an ETA on foot. “30-40 minutes in all directions.” In this low-lying heavily wooded area, his scanners could not work at full capacity. He noticed the outer lying quadrants filled with tall buildings. Reaching the top would most likely allow his scanners to work better, but it might also draw attention to him. An alternative would be needed. His scanners located several bridges connecting the land masses in the area. There were signs of life along these bridges, but nothing in the way of habitable residences. They served simply as methods of crossing the water underneath for the humans in the area. Reasoning to himself, he deduced he could use his jetpack to fly to the epicenter of the bridge, then scan for power sources using this more lucrative vantage point. It could be risky, but with the amount of activity in the area, including aircraft, human activity and land vehicles of all sorts, he might just slip through the cracks. He scanned the middle of the bridge for coordinates, located a landing zone just before the bridge and began to power up his jetpack.

The first blast shot Fett up over residential and commercial properties, scores of land vehicles and humans. As far as he could see, this system’s only subspecies were humans. He landed atop a statue close to 10 meters off the ground, just before the beginning of the bridge. Unfamiliar vehicles whizzed by in every direction, loud noises emanating from each one as collisions were narrowly avoided. It reminded him of several systems. Primarily Bespin, which had employed a series of drones manufactured by the Sorosuub Corporation to control traffic. Assuming there were no such drones here, along with the primitive power sources and the number of land vehicles in relation to ground vehicles, it was plain to see that this system was not nearly as advanced as Fett had hoped. ‘It could make the search for a power source more difficult,’ Fett deduced to himself as he powered up again and headed for the center of the bridge.

He landed on a walkway at the center of the bridge. Land vehicles continued to whiz by, though he was separated from them by a metallic cage-like contraption which spanned the length of the bridge. For the moment, he was alone. ‘Scan area for adequate power sources,’ he said into his helmet’s microphone as he briefly scanned this strange new area he had somehow arrived into. It was primitive, largely populated and clearly unlike any system he had seen prior to this journey. Yet, something was unusually calming about this unknown world. If he was unknown here, he could blend in, leave his former life behind; the jedi, the smugglers, the cut throat bounty hunters guild, the life of pursuit and capture. The brief preponderance ended as his HUD detected several human forms approaching from both directions. Fett looked up. Five meters overhead were outcroppings of linear steel. He aimed his right wrist gauntlet up, shot a Fibercord Whip upwards and waited a brief second as the cord wrapped tightly around the beam. He reached up with his left hand and within mere seconds, he was lifted up to the safety of the steel skeleton, unbeknownst to the humans passing by below on two-wheeled self-propelled vehicles. ‘Primitive and stupid,’ he thought to himself. The humans passed by underneath as a sound began to build from afar.

A few moments later, Fett glanced up to find himself face to face with a fast approaching human transport vessel of some sort. The vehicle careened at him with no signs of slowing down. And his wrist gauntlet was still attached to the Fibercord Whip. There was no time to think. Fett detached the Fibercord Whip and jumped back down to the walkway below, narrowly avoiding the transport vessel. The fall was quick and painless. Fett tumbled as he hit the ground and quickly jumped back to his feet. Just in time to come face to face with a human aboard one of those self-propelled vehicles. His HUD read ‘Male human, approximately 30 years old, no weapons.’ He looked friendly. His eyes were covered with spectacles, further attesting to the primitive assumptions Fett had already been making about these humans. From his utility belt hung several unique thinly shaped pieces of metal that rattled together. His torso armor read ‘The Shins’ in Galactic Basic.

“Shouldn’t you be in the Sarlaac’s belly still?” the human asked.