The Book of Boba Fett

We spared your life

after you tried to take mine.

And you curse me?

Perhaps he fears the rancor.

I was sent by the Mayor!

The Mayor sent me!

It's empty.

The Order of the Night Wind are not allowed

to operate outside of Hutt space.

You should remember, you serve as long as the Daimyo of Tatooine deem it so.

Before you threaten me, you should ask yourself,

who really sent the Night Wind?

The Twins have laid claim to their late cousin's bequest.

If you want it, you'll have to kill me for it.

8D8: And here you see the businesses

that were under the protection of the name that should not be spoken.

You can say "Jabba."

Under the protection of Jabba the Hutt.

He's dead.

He can't hurt you.

I was concerned that you would feel insulted.

Why would I feel insulted?

Because you felt threatened.

Well, now I am insulted.

Apologies, Master Fett.

Can you just get on with the briefing?

After the sail barge disaster, there was a power vacuum.

Bib Fortuna assumed Jabba's mantle.

Under Master Bib's watchful eye,

Mos Espa was divided amongst three families.

The Trandoshans took the city center.

The Aqualish, the Worker's District here.

And the Klatooinians, the starport and upper sprawl.

Master Bib did not have the power of Jabba,

so he relied on uneasy alliances to preserve his tribute and title.

All of this while lining the pockets of Mayor Mok Shaiz.

Where does that leave us now?

Everyone is waiting to see what kind of leader you are.

And the assassins?

Mayor has no power.

Somebody else is behind that play.

The Hutts.

Could be.

You want me to ask around?

Would they know if you did?

We should assume so.

We should wait.

One of your vassals seeks an audience with you.

Do they have an appointment?

No, Mistress Shand.

That's fine.

Send them in.

Perhaps we'll learn what's really going on in this murky fen.

8D8: State your name and your business.

I am Lortha Peel. I am a water-monger in the Worker's District.

8D8: What is your petition to Lord Fett?

Well, with apologies, sir...

No one respects you.

Enough!

Let him speak.

Ever since Lord Fortuna was... perished,

the streets have turned to chaos.

Well, this is the first I'm hearing of it.

No. It's true.

And I am insulted on your behalf

at the disrespect these urchins are showing you.

Especially in light of the, uh, well, you know...

What?

The assassination attempt.

Thank you for your insight.

We'll look into it.

Uh, uh...

What of my petition?

Go on.

Well, a street gang of insolent youths has been stealing my inventory.

Now, this never happened under the other Daimyos

and I am insulted on your behalf.

And your inventory is water?

Yes, I broker sales on behalf of the vapor farmers, yes.

I grew up surrounded by water.

Well...

Tatooine was once completely covered with water.

It's fascinating, actually.

And what is this gang?

Uh, well, they are half-man, half-machine.

They modify their bodies with droid parts

to make themselves even more deadly.

I beseech you, Lord Fett,

rid the streets of Mos Espa of this scourge

and I will double my tribute to you.

Hmm.

I had to look at this in that condition, and just say, like,

"Are you crazy? Are you crazy?

- "You think I gonna pay that?" - That's what you think.

No. You don't know. You know what I mean?

- Is that so? - Where'd you get that water?

We stole it.

That's a crime.

It's a crime what he charges.

Then farm your own water.

Look, old man...

My name is Boba Fett.

We know who you are.

Go back to your palace.

Watch your tongue.

I'm the Daimyo of this district and I will bring order.

You're a crime boss.

Just like the rest of them.

If you're a Daimyo,

then why'd you let the monger charge us a month's wages for a week's water?

Not that we have any wages.

You live in the Worker's District.

You all should be working.

There is no work, Mighty Daimyo.

Look around you.

Then you will work for me.

You got guts, I'll give you that.

You better fight as good as you talk dank.

No, no, no, no, no!

They stole from me!

And you're just going to let them off?

What do they owe you?

Thirteen hundred credits.

For water?

Thirteen hundred credits.

Give him five hundred.

What? They owe 1,300.

I heard you the first time.

Take the 500 and consider it resolved,

if you want to continue to do business in my territory.

If you don't like it, you can move to Mos Eisley.

Fine.

And cut your prices.

The rest of you, gather up your gak, follow me.

You wanna work or not?

Hey.

Where do the Pykes do their business in Mos Eisley?

I have business with the Pyke Syndicate.

Please come in. Have a seat.

You received my message?

Protection arrangements are all part of doing business in the Outer Rim.

Very well, I'll take payment. Be on my way.

I've spoken with my superiors on Oba Diah

and they are unwilling to pay protection to more than one party.

We are one party.