“Trust me? You’d be a fool to trust me. Do you think I trust you?! You’re Jango Fett’s son, after all. We’re going to get the treasure and split it, fifty-fifty. That’s it, kid. Then you’re on your own.”
“Fifty-fifty? But it’s mine!” Boba wondered if he would even see the fifty she was promising.
Aurra Sing smiled. “What choice do you have? Unless you want to wait for someone else to find the treasure.”
Boba also wondered if Aurra Sing knew that Jango Fett had tens of thousands of sons. Does she know that all she has to do is kidnap a clone trooper? But what was that his dad used to tell him? That he was the only unaltered clone?
“Okay,” said Boba. “It’s a deal. We’re a team - for now.”
“Everything’s ‘for now,’ kid,” said Aurra Sing. “So let’s head for the first site. We can catch some shut-eye in hyperspace. I’ll punch in the coordinates while you look the other way. And I mean the other way!”
As soon as the jump was made and they were in hyperspace, Aurra Sing went to sleep, snoring loudly.
Boba sat on his flight bag and watched the stars streak by. He was tired too, but he felt cautiously good. He had his ship back and his flight bag. He was on his way to get the rest of his father’s legacy. He had made a friend, even if it was a friend he would never see again.
He had escaped Count Dooku… but for how long? And in Aurra Sing’s company, he would be doubly pursued by the Jedi.
Aurra Sing was certainly no friend. But she was useful. And at least he could trust her - to be untrustworthy!
Boba Fett knew he would have to remain on guard.