Royce positioned the iPod so that the microphone was directed at Fett.

Royce: “So, I’m sitting here with a guy dressed like Boba Fett that accosted me on the middle of the Williamsburg Bridge approximately an hour ago, then blew up a flock of pigeons underneath the bridge a few minutes later. He tried to choke me, insists on telling me that he’s from another system in the galaxy and is playing out this Star Wars bit to no end. As a journalist for Gawker.com, I’m inclined to include this unexpected happening in my blog this week, so here I sit with someone dressed like Boba Fett that enjoys choking people, telling tall tales about intergalactic space travel and blowing up pigeons. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Boba Fett: “I need your help in finding an adequate power source in the area.”

Royce: “Well, what kinda power source do you need? There’s a power strip over in the corner if you need to plug in your cell phone.”

Boba Fett: “I need something that can restore auxiliary power to my ship, Slave lV, docked in a wooded area on the other side of the bridge where we met.”

Royce: “Well, if that’s true, then I’m going to need to see this purported ship. Where did you find a wooded area in Brooklyn?”

Boba Fett: “At something called the Botanical Gardens.”

Royce: “I’m gonna need to see this thing if we’re going to go any further with this interview.”

Boba Fett: “Come with me then.”

Royce paused the iPod, picked up his bag and motioned Fett out of the apartment. He locked the door and descended the stairs with Fett following behind him.

“We’re taking the train over there since my bike is most likely gone,” said Royce. Fett followed Royce underneath the city street into a long tubular transportation hub. They walked briskly through groups of humans, with many people taking notice of Fett. Royce continually motioned towards Fett, saying “Late night comic convention” to them, who nodded and moved on following the statement.

In a few minutes, they boarded some sort of tubular transport and moved briskly through a dark tunnel. It reminded Fett of Coronet City, the capital of Corellia. Many years before, Fett had boarded Coronet City’s subway system in search of a much younger Han Solo. But here, in this strange world, there were no bounties to chase, just Fett himself, hoping that a strange human might be able to help him. As Fett daydreamed, the transport slowed down and Royce motioned for them to disembark.

They stepped off onto another platform and began walking. Within minutes, they were on a darkened street yet again, less populated, with lower buildings. Royce continued walking in front til he arrived at a fence which read ‘Brooklyn Botanical Garden.’ Fett recognized the name and assured Royce that his ship was inside the borders of the fence. They located a hole through the fence a few meters away, and ducked inside the park when no one was looking. Fett’s HUD lit up, sensors tuning into Slave lV’s onboard computer. They were only 50 meters away from the ship. Fett took the lead, with Royce behind him, who held out a strange comm link type device which lit up and allowed him to navigate easier.

“What type of comm link is that?” Fett asked.

“C’mon dude. Give it a rest. It’s a Blackberry,” Royce answered.

“I don’t know that model,” Fett replied.

In a few moments, Royce and Fett approached a wooded lot bordered by flowers and low-lying trees. Fett typed a code into his left wrist gauntlet computer and a low hum began to emit from the ground in front of him. Within seconds, Slave lV appeared.

Stammered, Royce approached the ship and knocked on the ship’s exterior. It was metallic, he could make that much out. He cautiously followed Fett to the rear of the craft, witnessed the hatch open and followed Fett inside. If this was some kind of mock up craft to fool him, this crazy person had sure put in a lot of work.

“This is Slave lV,” Fett said to Royce. “If you don’t believe me, that’s fine. I can imagine what’s going through your head as it’s probably just as bad what’s going on in mine.”

Royce stepped back from Fett. “This thing is real, huh?” he said.

Fett nodded affirmative. He pointed to the Hyperdrive’s navigating system, which still read ‘Inaccurate course trajectory altered by black hole.’ And then he pointed to the Power Level readout, which read ‘.05%’

“I really need your help,” Fett said to Royce. “This isn’t my home,” he continued. “I don’t know how you know about me, but you must know some way to help me if you do.”

Royce started blankly at the old man’s blank expression. “I can help you. I think… But first, there are some things you need to know,” he said.