#mister ''i remove my helmet for no one this is my face'' boba fett

[thedarkreborn]

Okay so. It’s not that I’m surprised that sad mean angry gatekeeper boys are losing their minds over Disney “renaming” the Slave I. I’m just annoyed that I keep clicking the links to articles about it thinking that they’ve finally actually told us what the new name is and no, it’s just the same articles about things being labeled “Boba Fett’s starship” and “Firespray” instead. That is not the ship’s new name that is not a name. That is just a label on a product. Folks, come on, stop telling me there’s a “new canon name” for the ship until there is a new canon name for the ship.

(Also like...you do remember there were years there where we only had “Hammerhead” and so on as names because the Expanded Universe hadn’t invented proper names yet and we were just using the labels they slapped on the action figures, right? It’s just that again. It’s not a new name it’s just a product label. Stop lying to me and making me think they’ve actually released their choice of its new name when they haven’t yet!)

Anyway. I'd honestly like to see them rename it as "Vessel One" or "Ship One" or even "Firespray One" (although the latter is my least favorite of the choices because it sounds too flowery for Fett tbh even though it’s just the ship type). All names that don't just keep the pragmatic, disposable vibe of the original (you don't bother to name something "One" if you aren't expecting/prepared to eventually have a "Two," right?) but are in fact even less sentimental in their complete lack of acknowledgement as the vehicle as anything unique or precious.

It's a tool, nothing more and nothing less.

That seems like a very in-character naming choice for Boba Fett tbh. At least, the old school "this is my face" practical man that I grew up knowing as Boba Fett. Disney does seem disappointingly (but unsurprisingly) determined to turn him into something else, but I'm just telling myself that this honor-code guy with an inexplicable interest in running Jabba's old palace is Spar or some other clone who thinks he's Boba Fett, because the barve I know would never.

Seriously though it would be nice to have his ship named something that I could actually put on a T-shirt (or vanity license plate! I spent almost a year when I was a small teen dreaming of getting a vanity license plate for my car and putting the name of Boba Fett’s ship on it until I realized that would be terrible! omg!!!!), though, so I'm totally in for dropping "Slave" as long as they replace it with something fittingly cold and not some sentimental osik. That would be great, actually, please?

#boba fett #star wars #and believe me i am a Classic Fett fan #we're talking old school original jaster mereel barve like that kast-killing guild-destroying cold-space-lubricant-for-blood BOBA FETT #mister ''i remove my helmet for no one this is my face'' boba fett #i was the kid in the audience for the special edition release going what the FIERFEK are you DOING #when they had him tweak rystall's chin like that what the FUCK #i had a ''she's one of his informants and that weird flirty thing was a cover so people wouldn't suspect'' headcanon before i even got home #reading all this modern shit with him being all woobie sentimental over dead jango and CRINGING what are you DOING #boba fett is not sentimental he is RUTHLESSLY practical and pragmatic don't even #yes of course when he's a wee child it makes sense he would be devastated at his dad's death OBVIOUSLY #but by the time we meet grown-ass fett in the OT he has excised emotional imperfections from himself #and the sintas/ailyn/mirta retcon actually works WONDERFULLY and cleans up so much (he was young and desperate to please a dead man sure) #of his continuity mess i can live with that and YES ''ship one'' or ''vessel one'' would be a perfect name for the TOOL he flies #and i am not spouting random ''pc'' nonsense here folks i know what i'm talking about #i KNOW classic fett i CHERISH classic fett #there is nobody who knows and cherishes the original version of him more i assure you #not dala not shysa NOBODY #so do not AT me with your fascist white supremacist fake geek boy BULLSHIT

[letsunity]

Not Afraid - Chapter 1

Summery -  

The Bad Batch go to Tatooine to resupply and avoid the Empire. As per the usual, Omega gets separated from the group. Fortunately for her, Krayt's Claw just so happens to be nearby. Bossk and Embo guide her to Boba Fett, who takes interest in why the Kaminoans want her. It's a reluctant partnership, with the Bad Batch having to rely on Krayt's Claw to navigate non-military life.

Tatooine is hot, dry and bright, the opposite of Kamino. She stayed by Hunter's side, inquisitively looking at everything around her. Everything was new and interesting; she wanted to learn everything. The heat emanating from the suns above bore down, drying out her mouth and cracking her lips.

The market was bustling with aliens of all kinds, from giants to dwarves, each with their own story. Everybody had their own experiences, which fascinated Omega, as she had none. She hadn't even experienced dirt until recently.

 "I don't think credits are enough here," Echo sighed, irked by the constant rise in temperature. "Not to mention the place is infested with lowlifes."

 "Considering how Pantora went, we fit right in," Tech continued blankly, earning an eye-roll from the cyborg. "It's possible we'll have to do a job in exchange for supplies."

 "As much as I don't want to agree, it looks that way," Hunter said, nodding slightly. "It's not like we can go to Jabba the Hutt for a job, though. There aren't a lot of people who won't turn on us in a second."

Although it was important, she struggled to pay attention.

The crowd became thick like an ocean, slamming against the group. Something was going on, and whatever it was, Omega wanted to see. Wrecker picked her up, sitting her on his shoulder so she could see above the rest. From the looks of it, a man was duelling someone else, the fight brutal and lawless.

Whoever they were, they must be important, given the crowd. Several people bumped into Wrecker, betting on who'd win. One shoved him hard enough to cause Omega to fall off, angering the hulking clone. Unsurprisingly, this led to another fight, which Hunter and Echo tried dragging him away from.

She wasn't sure why, but he'd been a little more aggressive as of late. Maybe it was because they're hungry? That would make sense. Hunger made people act weird.

People from the first fight got involved in Wrecker's, creating a cacophony of chaos and excitement. As people hurried to surround them, they shoved Omega away, pushing her from side to side. Before she could try fighting back, somebody else shoved her down, sand seeping into her clothes and hair.

She pulled her hand, avoiding it being crushed by someone's boots. Anytime she tried to move, someone walked over her or into her. They didn't have a care in the world that she was in their way, so she stayed put, waiting for it to dissipate.

The moment it seemed safe enough to get up, a Rodian sneered in disgust, thinking she was some slave. Revolted by her, the Rodian kicked the humanoid thing, wanting it away from him.

 "Big mistake," hissed someone behind him.

As Omega rubbed her eye, trying to remove the sand, she could make out a hand.

Embo helped the child stand, asking if she was alright. She didn't understand him, so he helped wipe some sand from her eye, looking to Bossk.

The Trandoshan licked blood from his claws, finished with the Rodian pest. With Marrok grunting beside him, Embo requested that he talk to her.

Bossk knelt, looking over the girl. Her condition and clothing meant she wasn't from here and couldn't be more than around ten. The kick would bruise, but he didn't feel any broken bones.

 "Where's your family?" Bossk hissed, looking around for someone like her.

She wouldn't say, closing up. A wise decision, given how hostile Tatooine is to foreigners.

 "Alright. We'll give you a place to stay while we look for your family or friends. You look dehydrated, and you could get sunburnt. I'm Bossk, and that's Embo, plus his mutt Marrok."

Embo protested to the insult of his fuzzy son. Bossk rolled his eyes, not understanding his attachment to the oversized Massiff.

Omega hadn't met a Trandoshan before, although she was aware of them. She didn't know what Embo was, nor his animal companion. She didn't want to follow them, but she didn't know what else to do. Unlike the orange helmet lady, they actually helped her. Her eye hurt, but Embo's assistance made it tolerable.

They waited patiently for her to decide, their presence scaring off some people. The Trandoshan offered a hand, his arm creepily long. Though hesitant, she just wanted to go home, and they were all she had. Hesitantly, Omega took the reptile's hand. Instead of clasping back, his hand was relaxed, giving her control.

Gently, they walked beside her, Marrok walking behind them. They were purposefully slow, doing it for her sake. So far, they were nicer than the mean lady.

Embo spoke to Bossk in a language she didn't know, the Trandoshan making several expressions she didn't understand. She wanted to understand, but that would take a while.

They led her to a house-like location, opening the door for her. Embo mumbled something to Bossk and left, presumably to find her friends.

The reptilian motioned for her to sit, pointing to a large table belonging to a cantina. As Omega sat down, she examined the location, understanding it to be a home base of sorts. There were locker-like contraptions in the walls with symbols etched into each one. Bossk opened one, likely his, and tossed a bottle to her.

As Omega opened it, a funny smell ran through her nose and assaulted her tongue. Instead of waiting for her, he took one himself and drank it, a long tongue licking his scaled lips afterwards.

She took a sip, feeling cold water trickle down her oesophagus. She didn't realise how thirsty she was.

 "What's your name, kid?" Bossk asked, sitting across from her.

 "I'm Omega. Thanks for the water, mister."

 "My nephew and I have a strict code about children. If there's one in need, it'd be wrong to turn them away. Embo's adopted the same code since working with us," he said casually, looking at her clothing. "You aren't from around here. What brings your pals to the sandy rectum of the galaxy?"

 "We needed to get supplies. We were meant to get them on Pantora, but a mean lady with an orange helmet got in the way. She had red strings in her hair, too."

He nodded, aware of the woman Omega described.

"Fennec Shand. She's fairly new to the Bounty Hunting game, more of the assassin type. Someone must want you bad if they hired her. You don't have to worry about me, though; I don't do bounties with kids."

The door opened as two more entered. There was a man with cloth around his head and C-Assassination Droid. They stared at the girl, surprise on the man's face, and they slowly looked at Bossk. Apparently, this wasn't the first time he'd brought a kid back.

Bossk introduced her to Dengar and Highslinger, part of his group. Dengar sat down, shoving the Trandoshan to make more room. The reptile hissed, but Dengar waved it off, seemingly afraid of nothing.

"What is it with you lot and adopting kids, huh?" Dengar joked, getting a growl from the reptile. "Don't give me that, grumpy. Don't urate yourself or whatever you do."

The droid spoke up, essentially calling Dengar a moron. Bossk nodded in agreement, pushing Dengar off his seat. The man casually got up, used to the Trandoshan's friendliness, or lack thereof.

They reminded her of Hunter and the others.

 "Be a good moron and look for her friends. What're their names?"

 "Hunter, Echo, Wrecker and Tech. They've got an Omicron shuttle, Havoc Marauder," she named, eager to reunite with them.

 "Omicron, huh? That'll be an easy find. You don't see a lot of those hovering around these days," Dengar assured, walking back outside. Highslinger provided a robotic wave, following the tanned cyborg.

"It's a big place. In the meantime, have a nap while I make some food. You look like you could do with some."

They weren't anything like the mean 'Fennec'.

Bossk watched over the girl, pausing as she fell into a deeper sleep than either anticipated. Slowly, he lifted her, holding her against his warm body. She was underweight, having near to no muscle on her at all. Poor thing was exhausted.

Her clothes were old and tattered, having seen far better days, and her boot soles were near non-existent from wear. Not just that, but her clothes were Kaminoan, which worried Bossk.

Slowly, the Trandoshan walked out the back, stepping into the Slave-1. The smell of saltwater seared his nostrils, but it helped Bo sleep. Since Jango died, he couldn't sleep without the smell of Kaminoan oceans, even though he hated the planet. He felt her breathing changing like she was more comfortable.

That confirmed that she was from Kamino. It was good that she wasn't there anymore, but still.

Carefully, Bossk pulled out a makeshift bunk, having set it up for Jango many times. The man overworked himself, often falling asleep in the cockpit. It was something that Bo inherited, the little scamp, so much like his dad.

Every day, Bossk missed that asshole more and more. Even the grump of Cad Bane missed Jango's enthusiastic crazy, and weirdly, Jabba took it worse than Bossk, and Jango was his brother. Not even as a close friend, he was raised by Jango's adoptive parents.

He couldn't imagine how mom was doing. She struggled with Jaster died, but with Jango gone as well? He couldn't fathom it.

As Bossk placed the sleeping girl into the makeshift bunk, several questions clouded his mind. What did Fennec want with this kid? She was as normal as Bossk had ever seen, just a plain child. For the likes of Fennec to be sent after her, things were serious. Before leaving her, he made sure to tuck a blanket over her, keeping her secure.

Concerned, Bossk checked her bounty, and unsurprisingly, the Kaminoans issued it. When it came to those lunatics, he loved the idea of getting in their way. Helping her meant upsetting them, which was good.

In the meantime, they'd have to find her friends. They were probably worried sick for her.

When Bossk exited the Slave-1, he found Embo waiting for him.

 "She's asleep. She'll have a black eye, but nothing too severe. What've you found?"

 "Someone saw the kid with four men in altered clone trooper armour, all with skulls painted on. Apparently, similarly-armoured hooligans were sighted on Pantora recently. Think they're clones?"

 "We shouldn't rule it out. Get Derrown or Black Krrsantan to find their ship; I'm sure Dengar's getting pissed somewhere. Do what you do, Em."

Embo nodded, whistling for Marrok. As they set off, Bossk wondered what the Kaminoans could be up to. From Ventress' info, before she died, they were out of fresh Jango Juice. There's no telling what the hell they're thinking.

#the bad batch #omega bad batch #bossk #embo #dengar #clone force 99 #hunter #echo #wrecker #tech #marrok #kaminoans be dickheads #fanfic #Not Afraid fic