I love the Fetts. Yeah that's kinda weird, but they're awesome. And I wish they had more Jango-Boba relationship in the movies.

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What My Father Taught Me

Even through my T-visor, I still couldn't see well. The suns were blinding. Jango had always promised to take me here after we were done on Kamino. After Geonosis.

The business trip he never came home from.

Jango liked Tatooine. He said it was warming, refreshing, almost. The only reason I was here was because Jabba the Hutt needed me.

I shouldn't be thinking about him. It won't end good. A Tusken raider cried behind me, then it was down with a quick flash of my pistol.

Jango taught me to use a blaster. And to fly a speeder.

He taught me to not be afraid, to not let anything hurt me, "Ya ain't a man if ya got problems inside, kid."

He was harsh, but he was wise. He was hard, but he was kind.

Once, during training, a droid shot and it skimmed my arm, ripping through my skin. Jango ripped the head off the droid and took of his helm. Kneeling down next to me in the dirt, he tended my wound.

"You're gonna be just fine, kid. Just fine," he said gently. Then he put his arm around me and led me inside.

I lifted my helm up and wiped a bead of sweat off of my brow. Where was my contact?

Jango had also taught me not to show anything. Maybe that's why he hid behind the helm. I asked him once.

"Dad, why do you wear that helmet? Are you afraid?"

He took off his helm, "You see this son? This ain't cuz I'm afraid, this is so everyone else is afraid of me! Never show anyone anything. Ever."

There was a lot more he could've taught me. A lot more I could've learned.

I missed him.

I wonder if he thinks about me as much as I think about him. I wonder if he watches me from the Netherworld.

I shuddered as I thought about Jango in Chaos. No, Jango was evil, but deep down, he was a good man. I always wondered about what happened before Kamino, but he would never tell me.

"What was your dad like?"

He would just shake his head and look away, "Stick in the present, kid, don't dwell on the past."

Maybe that's what I should be doing right now. Sticking in the present. I wonder if he's proud of me.

"You Boba Fett?"

I snapped back into the present. Now Jango would be proud.

I whispered, "See you soon, Dad." Then, turning to my contact, I said, "Lord Vader needs me, yes? I'm all too capable. Captain Solo will be captured. Take me to your Lord."

The contact was taken aback, then he said, "Follow me, sir."
I followed him and, I swear, I heard Jango say, "Good luck, son. Be strong, be proud, be brilliant."