A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…
Boba Fett, the galaxy’s most feared bounty-hunter had just finished having all of his feats erased by Disney, when he sensed a disturbance in the Fett- the mystical energy that connects all clones of Jango Fett.
TR-8R, the last living Clone trooper, was in terrible danger.
Boba Fett took his bitchin’ ship, the Servant VII, and flew to Takodana at super-fly lightspeed, where the First Order and Resistance were doing battle.
He landed his ship and observed the battle from atop some old-ass tree in the distance with his ultra-badass Mandalorian sniper rifle.
“Oh shit, son,” he muttered to himself, “A black guy with a lightsaber.”
A Fett’s one weakness.
Boba Fett knew what he had to do. He had to save his clone brother.
Using the Force.
So Boba leaped 10 miles through the air and kicked a guy in the fucking face. He then landed gracefully, on the guy’s face.
He scanned the battlefield for 8R and the lightsaber user. He found them and was amazed at what he was seeing.
The trooper was beating the guy’s ass with a riot stick. Holy crap, what a joke.
But then Han Solo, that son of a bitch. He always has to stick his dick into everything. He blasted 8R with that stupid yodeling dog’s OP crossbow.
The smugglers grabbed the saberguy and took off.
Fett rushed to 8R’s aid. He was bleeding out.
“Stay with me, bro,” said Fett.
“Hnnnnrghh- the traitor-”
“Don’t worry about him now. I’m getting you out of here.”
“Boba Fett? I- I thought you were dead,” questioned the dying Stormtrooper.
“No,” explained Boba Fett.
He removed 8R’s helmet and gave him a Senzu bean.
TR-8R was as good as new.
“Why are you helping me?”
“Because Mace Windu is trying to kill me.”
To Be Continued…