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Boba Fett sat on his throne trying his best to pay attention to the annoying little man in front of him. He was some no-name smuggler who was robbed inside one of Mos Espa’s countess cantinas and for reasons beyond Boba’s comprehension, thought that he could come crying to the Daimyo for compensation.
Boba sighed beneath his helmet, his patience wearing thin. With a slight motion of his hand, he signaled to Fennec Shand. She understood immediately, cutting off the man’s pleas with a curt gesture and motioning him to leave.
As the smuggler was escorted out, Boba adjusted himself in his seat, bracing for yet another tedious petition. But then, something caught his eye—a flash of red in the crowd. His head turned slightly, and for a moment, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him.
She was there.
Her vibrant red hair contrasted brightly against the hughes of browns and blacks that surrounded her. Her gentle eyes were glued on him, but he saw a flash of uncertainty cross her face when she realized that he had spotted her from her hiding spot in the crowd.
Fennec noticed Boba’s sudden stillness, her sharp eyes following his line of sight. She frowned, puzzled, as she took in the woman who had inexplicably captured her boss’s attention. Before she could speak, Boba stood abruptly, his voice cutting through the room like a blade.
“Court is finished for today.” Boba commanded, leaving no room for complaints. “All issues will be dealt with tomorrow.”
The rest of Boba’s crew began to usher out the crowd and Fennec looked to find the woman Boba was so entranced with earlier, but it seemed that she had already managed to slip out.
Boba turned and began making his way back to his quarters with Fennec following him wordlessly. When they reached the room, Boba took off his helmet and set it down beside the bacta tank where Cobb Vanth floated in recovery.
“You seemed pretty spooked back there.” Fennec said. Her casual tone doing little to hide her curiosity. “Who was she? An old flame? A one night stand?”
Boba didn’t answer immediately. He picked up a bottle of spotcha before sinking down in the corner of the room. His face was cold, but betrayed the anxiety that was seeping into the edges. He took a long swig straight from the bottle before finally meeting Fennec’s gaze.
“She’s my wife.”