Die ersten 149 Zeilen.
I'm collecting on behalf of the Tuskens of the Dune Sea.
The Kintan Striders have already collected protection money
for the same territory you lay claim to.
Under Master Bib's watchful eye,
Mos Espa was divided amongst three families.
He relied on the uneasy alliances to preserve his tribute and title.
With apologies, sir...
No one respects you.
The streets have turned to chaos.
There is no work, Mighty Daimyo.
Then you will work for me.
You better fight as good as you talk dank.
Here is your prisoner.
I offer him back if you renounce all claims to Jabba's legacy on Tatooine.
Release him.
Take it from an ex-bounty hunter,
don't work for scugholes.
It's not worth it.
Not today, old girl.
Still too many guards.
Let's get something to eat.
Here you go.
Enjoy.
Aren't you a little old to be here?
She needs modification.
No walk-ins. Appointment only.
This woman is about to die.
You should've started with that.
It's done.
Aren't you gonna close her up?
And cover all that beautiful machinery?
Drink.
What happened?
You were dying of a gut shot.
I saved your life.
What did you do to me?
I brought you to a mod-parlor on the outskirts of Mos Eisley.
It was the best I could do under the circumstances.
Take the black melon.
It will help you recover.
It takes some getting used to.
With time you start to crave it.
You are Master Assassin Fennec Shand of the Mid Rim.
I take it I'm worth more alive, huh?
You are.
I'll pay double my bounty.
I don't want money.
Who are you?
I am Boba Fett.
Boba is dead.
I was...
left for dead on the sands of Tatooine.
Like you.
I was rescued by the Sand People.
They took me in, treated me as one of their own.
I tried to help them.
Instead I got them massacred by Nikto speed bikers.
Speed bikers defeated Tuskens?
That's highly unlikely.
I want you to help me.
Help me recover my Firespray gunship.
Where is it?
Jabba the Hutt's palace.
Bib Fortuna took over his territory.
And now he rules from that palace.
If the ship is yours, why don't you just ask for it back?
Because I might not like the answer.
Without my armor, I'm less persuasive.
If I help you...
my debt is paid.
If that is what you wish.
Your ship's there all right.
Any idea how many guards?
I can't tell.
The gate opens, some come out, some go in.
Let's take a closer look.
It's time.
It's time to say farewell, my friend.
You served me well.
Yes, I know.
I know I'm gonna miss you, too, old girl.
Now go.
Find other banthas. Make baby banthas.
Go!
You're free to roam the Dune Sea.
Shouldn't you wait until we get your ship back before you do that?
Why?
Either I get it or I die.
Soon you'll be free, too.
What's next for you?
I'm gonna find my armor.
Then I'm gonna kill that bloated pig who double crossed me.
Take his throne.
You wanna head a Gotra?
Why not?
You're a hunter.
I'm tired of working for idiots who are gonna get me killed.
The Tuskens took me in.
Made me part of their tribe.
I was ready to leave hunting behind.
People like us don't get to decide when we're finished.
Ah.
There she is.
There are too many guards.
Then we time their patrol and go in quiet.
And...
What was that?
I don't know. More rats?
Go find it.
I will contact the rat catcher.
I don't think it was a rat.
Call secur...
No one sounded the alarm.
Let's get to the hangar.
We'll slip past the guards.
Oh.
Huh?
I'll watch the door.
Where'd you go?
Uh-oh.
Got ya.
Do you know who I am?
I am Boba Fett.
Quick little bugger.
Can we go now?
Let's go.
Good work.
Not bad yourself.
Let's go.
Sleemo!
You go.
I'll handle them.
Make sure that thing can still fly.
Let's get out of here.
Damn it.
What the hell are you doing?
We need to get the gate open but I can't see a thing!
I'm a little busy here!
Guns are jammed. I can't get a shot.
I've got it. Close the ramp.
I hope you know what you're doing.
Next time, we stick to the plan.
Next time?
How's the ship?
She's in good shape.
Just a little rusty.
There are good mechanics in Mos Eisley.
I'll do the maintenance myself.
There's an advantage to people thinking you're dead.
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