Fett pushed the human hard against the handrail of the bridge walkway, left forearm pressed down against the human’s throat, applying crushing pressure.

“What did you just say?” he asked.

“I… I… can’t breathe,” he gasped.

“How do you know about the Sarlaac?” Fett continued.

“I… can’t… breathe,” answered the human.

Fett’s forearm pressure relaxed enough to allow the human to talk, still pinning him to the handrail.

“Can you talk now?” Fett asked.

“Yes… just barely. Chill out man, if you want my money, take it. Please don’t kill me,” he begged.

The human was visibly shaken, terrified according to the HUD sensors. Fett relieved more pressure. Any other system, the human would’ve been dead. But on this unknown system, meeting a human with former knowledge about himself might prove useful. And besides, this human was too scared to prove dangerous. Fett stepped back as the human dropped to his knees, visibly shaking and gasping for air.

“I don’t want your money,” Fett said. “I do want to know how you know about the Sarlaac,” he continued.

“If this is some kinda of sick fucking joke man, I’m not laughing,” said the human. “I don’t care what the fuck you’re dressed like!”

“This is no joke. You have prior knowledge about me and I need to know how,” Fett demanded.

The man stood up, grabbed his self-propelled vehicle and starting walking away. “Fuck you man, take a fucking joke if you’re going to Manhattan dressed like that. Fucking asshole.” He straddled his vehicle and began descending down the bridge ramp.

Fett didn’t have time to think. This human, though appearing harmless, possessed knowledge that could prove valuable. Fett powered up his jetpack and launched from the center to the other side of the bridge in awe of the few humans passing over the bridge.

As he landed, he spotted the human from the bridge approaching him with some velocity. The human saw Fett as he landed from the jetpack launch and attempted to steer around Fett, still terrified. His vehicle, unable to stop, crashed into the wall and sent the human skidding to the ground. Fett ran to the human, grabbed him and using his auxiliary jetpack power, carried himself and the human to the underside of the bridge, in a darkened area surrounded by small birds and not much other human life.

“Look man, I don’t know how the fuck you did that, but you better let me fucking go or I’ll call the police,” said the human.

“I don’t know how else to say this so I’ll just say it. My name is Boba Fett. I am not from this planet. My ship somehow escaped a black hole and ended up near this system, and its power supply is near empty. I was in the middle of the bridge scanning for power sources when I ran into you, and you somehow knew something about me that not many humans know about, especially in an unidentified system such as this, so what I need to know from you is how you know what you know about me, and also if you can help me,” Fett said. It had been a long time since he had spoken so extensively on any issue, but the current situation required some distant measures, such as speaking and dragging strange and terrified humans under bridges to ask for help.

The human leaned his head back against the dirtied wall he was standing next to and took a deep breath.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked.

“No, I am totally serious,” Fett answered.

“Prove it then, disintegrate one of those pigeons,” the human said.

“What’s that?” Fett asked.

“The birds all around us!” said the human.

Fett aimed his concussion grenade launcher at one of the birds, set his HUD sights on the flying animal and fired. In a split second, an explosion erupted underneath the bridge which disintegrated every bird in sight. The human ducked against the wall, covering his head with his arms.

“Is that good enough for you?” Fett asked.

The human peeked out from underneath his arms. “Don’t kill me, please!”

“I’m not here to kill you,” Fett demanded. “You have my word.”

“Then what do you want from me?” asked the human.

“I want your help, and I want to know how you know about me,” Fett replied.

“Fuck it, we’re not going to figure anything out here. The cops will probably be here in seconds anyway,” said the human.

“My name is Royce. We need to get out of here now,” said the human. The sound of police car sirens was rapidly approaching. “If that story is true, and I hardly believe that it is, then you should come with me and we’ll figure out something away from the police,” he continued. “You can start by taking off that helmet and blending in with society a little bit… Everyone’s gonna think you’re a terrorist.”

“No chance,” Fett replied as he followed Royce down an alley off of Avenue B.