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Predator VS Boba Fett
By Predator2005
Vader walked over to Boba Fett, who was standing against the wall. Boba was dressed in his full gear; helmet, jetpack, blaster-rifle, cape and radio. Vader stood face to face with the notorious bounty hunter.
“Boba, I have an assignment for you. We believe the rebels have hired a hit-man of sort to attack a base we have on Endor. The base houses thirteen troopers of ours. Descriptions of the hit-man are very vague. He is believed to be over 6’5”. He carries a blaster cannon on his shoulder, his main weapon of choice is a razor disk. We have no idea what he looks like; his face is covered by a metal face-mask. He also has a camouflage system that enables him to bend light, making him almost invisible to the naked eye. He has killed three troopers so far. We want to make sure he is terminated before the construction of the new Death Star. The base that he has been making his attacks on will be the defense system for the Death Star. If he finds any information of our plan, we will have to relocate the defense system base, which the Emperor does not want to do. Your job is to bring me back the head of this hit-man and you will get you pay, only if you return with it. Am I clear?”
Boba stood there, staring through the helmet.
“Yes, Master. I will bring you the head of this man.”
“Good. The Emperor will be pleased.”
Vader turned and left, being followed by two body guards.
The Slave 1 entered Endor’s atmosphere. After the fire had cleared from the wind-shield, an enormous satellite dish could be seen, and a large building could be seen just below it. The control man there radioed the Slave 1, requesting the confirmation code to land.
“T-0-5-2-K. Slave 1 requesting landing clearance,” Boba said.
“Clearance granted. We’ve been expecting you, Boba,” he said before ending the transmission.
The Slave 1 leveled out and landed on the pad on top of the base. Boba unbuckled himself from the ships seat and opened the door. It lowered with a low hum and two men could be seen; one a General and the other a Storm Trooper.
“Hello, Boba Fett. We are thankful for your assistance. I’m General Matagorda, here with me is Private Grett,” he said, holding his hand out for a shake, only Boba didn’t respond to it.
“I’m only here for the pay. Now, may I see the bodies?” Boba asked.
The room was brightly lit, and Private Grett pulled a blanket off the first private that had been killed. The body was pale, with a large, burnt crater below his chest. The private was also missing his head and spinal cord, along with the skin on his legs.
“This was Private Kerrigan. The only way we knew who he was by the bloody gear we found near the kill site. The attacker was caught in the act of skinning. We opened fire on him, hitting. He spilled bloody, a bright green. We tested his blood, but his kind has never been known to us. We have no idea what species he is. Anyway, the attacker had removed the head and had begun skinning the legs as we caught him. The next private was totally skinned, unrecognizable.”
Grett, Boba and Matagorda walked over to another table. Grett removed the blanket, revealing a skinless, spineless and headless corpse.
“This time he removed all the skin and internal organs, as well ad the head and the spine. We were too late for this private. The attacker had done all this to him and hung him from a tree, which is were we found him, being picked on by birds. His name was Private Jennings.”
The three walked over to a tray sitting on a counter next to a sink.
“This is all we found of Private Gordon,” Matagorda said. He opened the tray, revealing a severed hand. “We only knew it was him through blood samples.”
Boba remembered something like this before, his father had dealt with a man of this sort. It was during a civil war on his home planet. The man had attacked and killed most of his squad, until his father killed it with a rocket from his jet pack. The man was armed with two wrist blades and also carried a long spear. The creature was also equipped with blaster cannon on his shoulder. Boba knew what he was dealing with as soon as Vader had described it to him. The man would not be hard to kill, but it would be a challenge to him, which he adores. Boba pulled a poison dart from a pouch on his belt. It fired from his left wrist band. His father had taken it from the man, and had used it, and now Boba was using it.
“Boba, this is not present a challenge for you? Will you still be able to rid us of this attacker?” Matagorda asked.
Boba looked at him. “It will be easy.”
Boba walked into the Slave 1 and pulled out a large gun from a container. The blaster rifle was equipped with a high-powered scope and infrared vision, making it easy to spot him. The rifle fired lasers at an astonishing speed of 15 shots per second. Boba was certain it would bring him down faster than any of the trooper’s blasters.
Boba walked out of the base through large doors. There, waiting for him, were a group of storm troopers, five of them; the rest were inside manning the base, along with General Matagorda.
“Alright, here is what’s going to happen. Private Grett will lead us to where most of the killings occur and set up a perimeter. My hope is to lure him out with a decoy. After his has been trapped we will open fire, killing him. It is quiet simple. Any questions?” Boba asked.
Silence only came from the group.
“Good,” Boba said.
General Matagorda walked down a hallway and into the control room. He stood dead in his tracks. There, in front of him, was the hit-man, sending the two wrist blades into the control-man’s stomach. Matagorda pulled his blaster piston from his side and raised it. That was when the man turned to him. Three red dots, forming a triangle, were centered on his chest. All Matagorda could see was a blue flash before his world went black.
Boba and Grett knelt behind a large log. Directly in front of them was a soldier, leaning against a speeder bike. The other soldiers were positioned all around him. It had taken them a while to get the where they were.
“Had he attacked the base yet?” Boba whispered.
“No, just our patrol-men about a mile out, in this area,” Grett replied.
“Where do you suppose he is staying?” Boba asked.
“Before Jennings was killed he said over the radio that he had found a large ship, not of our kind, probably a rebel ship. He was not to far from here, but we believed he was killed somewhere else. We have no idea where his transport is, but we assume he has been staying there.”
Just as Grett finished, something moved in the trees above them.
“Remain in positions,” Grett said over the radio.
The decoy was scared, Boba could tell. But Boba knew the decoy would probably die, but he is just collateral damage to him.
Once again something shifted in the trees above Boba and Grett. Boba turned to say something the Grett but just as he turned, blood sprayed across his helmet. Standing above Gretts body was the attacker. He had the cannon pointed directly at Boba. He stared at him through his metal face-mask, and he made some sort of purring sound. Boba could hear a breathing unit, so he figured he had trouble breathing the air they do. The man had a very muscular build. His hair was fashioned into long dread-locks, clamped together with metal braces. The man pulled the two long metal blades from Gretts back. The blades shot back into the wrist band. He had black finger nails, and his chest had a net wrapped around it. Around the man waist was a belt, holding a long bladed sword and a light saber. Boba knew what that man did to get it, and killing a Jedi was amazing, no mater how you look at it. Boba had to think fast, the attacker’s laser was faster than him. Boba slowly made his way for his right wrist band. With a quick move, Boba fired the poison dart at him, hitting him square in the abdomen. The attacker stumbled back a bit and pulled it out. Boba rose to his feet. He picked up the blaster rifle and leveled it to his shoulder. Boba had the confused attacker in his sights. Suddenly, a laser struck the attacker in the right arm. A trooper had fired a few yards away. The attacker swung around, roared, and blasted him down with a shot from his laser cannon. Boba opened fired, as did the three other troopers. The attacker was thrown around, being pelted with laser blasts. Green blood was thrown everywhere. Boba raised his hand and they seized fired. The attacker lay on the ground. Boba was unsure whether he was dead or not. They closed in on him. One of the troopers poked at him with the end of his blaster rifle. Nothing.
“Good work men,” Boba said.
Now, Boba had to claim his prize: the head of the attacker. He pulled the long sword from the sheath it was in. He lowered it to the neck, and then brought it high in the air. That was when the attacker came to life. He first fired a shot from his blaster cannon at Boba. The laser grazed his helmet and knock him back. Boba threw his helmet off; the hot metal burned his skin. Boba watched the attacker deal with the rest of the troopers. He grabbed one by the neck and dug his wrist blades into his chest. He whipped the disk at a fleeing trooper, slicing his head clean off; the blade returned to the hand of the attacker. Another trooper raised his gun to fire, but the attacker cut off the end of the blaster with his wrist blades. The trooper stood there. The attacker blasted him in the head with his laser cannon. After the troopers were dead, he turned to Boba, still holding his only weapon: the sword. The attacker pulled the air tubes from the base of his face mask. He then removed the laser cannon from his shoulder and tossed it to the ground. He then placed both hands on the mask, lifted slowly, and dropped that as well. The attacker was hideous. Four mandibles closed over a mouth, the fore-head was long and rounded, and its eyes were tiny and brown. Boba knew what it was doing: It was making itself equal to him, removing everything but his wrist blades. They were to battle. Boba placed both hands on the swords handle and raised it high in the air. The two stood ten yards from each other. With a loud roar, the attacker charged; with a loud yell, Boba charged. The attacker swung first, missing Boba. Boba swung the sword around, cutting into the attackers left bicep. It yelled in pain. With fury in its eyes, it went into a rage. Swinging and clubbing at Boba. Boba backed up with every blow. Then the attacker knocked Boba to the ground with a blow from its knuckles. The attacker stood over Boba. He began to laugh, but soon realized what Boba had done. He triggered a thermal detonator. Boba dropped it and crawled away, quickly. The attacker tried to turn and run, but it was too late. The blast sent him flying through the air, only a blur of green to Boba. Boba got to his feet. He was the only one left out there. The attacker was dead now, and Boba was to now collect his prize. He went in search of the body. In the bushes a few yards away, he found a spill of green blood but no body. Boba held the sword in his hand. Then, suddenly, Boba was clubbed over the head.
He awoke in a dark chamber. He was sure he had awakened on the attacker ship. They weren’t moving, so they were still on Endor. Boba got up off the table he was laying on. He walked around a bit. The room he was in was small, but off to the side of him was a hallway, leading to a bright room. He made his way to the room. It was white, with metal flooring. The only things in the room were the attacker, sitting in a chair, using a breathing unit, and the other: the sword Boba had. The attacker was bloodied, dieing. The attacker got up and grabbed the sword. He got down on his knees in front of Boba and handed him the sword. The dieing beast lowered his head. Boba knew what had happened: the attacker felt beaten. So, Boba did what he knew he had to do. He raised his sword, and brought it down with a clean swipe. The beast head dropped to the floor and his body collapsed to the floor, spewing green blood. Boba had killed the attacker. He picked the head up by its dread-locks and carried it with him. He found his way out of the attackers transport, and into the forest.
Boba opened the large door that was the entrance for the base. Inside the first large room were the bodies of General Matagorda and the others, hanging upside down and decapitated. Boba shook his head. He made his way to the landing pad and entered the Slave 1. He was to make his final trip to Vader’s Imperial Ship.
“You did well, Boba Fett,” Vader said as a storm trooper left with the beasts head. “The Emperor will be pleased.”
“Now, my pay Vader,” Boba said.
Vader turned to three storm troopers standing guard.
“Remove this man from my ship,” Vader said, as he began to laugh.
Boba was cheated by the Sith Lord. Boba knew he couldn’t fight it.
Boba sat in his Slave 1, flying into space. He held the light saber that the beast had on his belt. He figured that would be his prize to take from his kill. It seemed more fitting.
6/25/2005 10:27:44 AM
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