CHAPTER ONE
Rain.
Some hate, it.
Some love it.
Some, like Boba Fett, can hardly, remember a time without it.
Supposedly, free water is rare in the galaxy, but” you would never know it on his planet. It comes down in sheets, day and night, covering this world, which is all seas except for a few cities on platforms.
The world is called Kamino. The city where Boba and his father live is called Tipoca City.
Lived, rather. For this is the story of how they left, and why, and what happened after that.
You may have heard of Boba Fett’s father. He was a bounty hunter. The fiercest, fastest, and most fearless bounty hunter in the galaxy.
Boba Fett was the kid standing in his shadow or by his side. Or usually, both.
When he was lucky, that is. When his dad took him along. Which was almost always. Boba was ten, nearly but not quite old enough to be on his own.
Boba liked going with his father. Seeing new worlds, experiencing the cold thrill of hyperspace, and even getting to try his hand at the controls of his father’s small but deadly starship, Slave I, from time to time.
A bounty hunter is an outlaw, a tracker - and sometimes a killer - for hire. He doesn’t care who his targets are, or who they’re running from, or why. He works for the highest bidder, which means the richest and the most ruthless beings in the galaxy. No questions asked.
Being a bounty hunter’s son means keeping your mouth shut and your eyes open.
No problem. Boba Fett was proud of his father and proud of what he did.
“I’m a bounty hunter’s son,” he would say to himself proudly. The reason he said it to himself, and to no one else, was that he had no one else to say it to.
He had no friends.
How can you have friends when you live and travel in secret, sneaking on and off planets, avoiding police and security and the dreaded, nosy, Jedi Knights?
A bounty hunter must always be ready to go anywhere and face any danger. That was from Jango Fett’s code, the rule by which he lived.
Boba Fett had his own, smaller, more personal code: A bounty hunter’s kid must always be ready to go with him.
At age ten, Boba had seen more of the galaxy than most grown-ups. What he hadn’t seen was the inside of a schoolroom (for he’d never been to school). What he hadn’t seen was a mother’s smile (for he had no mother). What he hadn’t heard was the laughter of a friend (for he had no friends).
Just because he hadn’t been to school didn’t mean Boba was stupid or ignorant.
There were always books. Books to take on trips; books to read at home on Kamino. He could get all the books he wanted (“Two at a time, only, please!”) from the little library at the foot of his street in Tipoca City.
The library was just a slot in a doorway, but when Boba rang the bell the librarian passed out new books and took back the ones that were due, the ones Boba had read (or given up on, or decided were boring).
The librarian, Whrr, was almost like a friend. A friend Boba had never actually seen.
Boba had no idea what Whrr looked like - or even if he was a person. He was just a voice through a slot in the library door. In fact, Boba figured Whrr could be a droid, since he could hear him whirring and clicking when he was getting books or hologames.
Mostly books.
Whrr didn’t like hologames. “Use your imagination!” he would say. “Find the pictures there! Find the music there!”
Boba agreed. He liked books because the pictures they made in his mind were better than the ones in the hologames.
Boba knew about friends from books.
Lots of books are about friends. Friends having adventures, making discoveries, or just hanging out.
Sometimes Boba pretended to have friends. (Pretending is a form of wishing.)
But his father’s voice was always in his head: “Boba, stay unattached. Remember: No friends, no enemies. Only allies and adversaries.”
That saying was from Jango Fett’s code. Boba’s father had lots of sayings, and they were all from his code.
Jango Fett had one friend, though. She was a bounty hunter herself. Her name was Zam Wesell.
Zam could be beautiful but bad. She liked to be bad. She sometimes read books about famous outlaws and bloody battles.
It was Zam who first mentioned that Boba should read, even though she herself didn’t read much. “Want adventure? Read books,” Zam said. “Then when you get tired of the excitement, you can close the book. Better than real life.”
Boba’s father didn’t read much. “Books? A waste of time,” he said. “Read maps, Boba. Instructions. Warnings. Important stuff.”
Boba read all that - but he liked books better. Especially books about droids and starships, stuff he knew he could use someday.
Sometimes Boba thought Zam had told him to read books just because his dad thought it was a waste of time. Zam liked to tease Jango.