The Mandalorian Behind the Mask Chapter 1: Mistakes,Consequences,&Embarrassment, a star wars fanfic

A/N: I wanted to make a fic where our man Boba was forced to deal with his human emotions and needs, but at the same time keep his character in order. I did my best to make him as precise as possible, but still sinfully pleasurable to put in certain situations ;)

I'm not naming the girl because I like imagining myself in fanfics, as I'm sure most girls do. So feel free to make her your own character. READ REVIEW AND BE MERRY!!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Boba Fett or Star Wars.

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The Mandalorian behind the Mask

Mistakes

Boba Fett sank into a low beat up chair in his killing machine, the Slave I. For the first time in a long time, dare say adolescence, he was at a total loss. His labored breathing was due to the previous struggle of the merchandise.

"Not easily obtainable today." He thought to himself with a silent scoff. His knees hurt. He didn't want to think how badly they would hurt the next day due to what kind of stunt he pulled. Somewhere under his breastbone there was a dull ache. "My reputation." Fett rubbed his knee. "I don't know what to do with her." The ache turned into anger as he clenched his teeth. He heard her voice over the cage intercom: "Why…did you save me?"

He ignored her as he pulled off a knee pad. "Because I was lied to", Fett tried to convince himself. He knew that was wrong. "No… I saved her because she intrigues me." He clenched his teeth as he rubbed a stinging substance on his knee. He found it ironic that he had to endure pain to keep it away later. He could hear a girl sob over the intercom. He tried to ignore it.

But damn it, he couldn't.

Boba Fett, fiercest bounty hunter in the galaxy, wouldn't deliver this job. He knew this in the back of his mind but he didn't want to think it. Everyone knew that he would always deliver and for an awesome price. Everyone knew that when you told him the name of the victim they were as good as bantha fodder. Everyone knew. And now everyone will know that he decided to keep a girl, who he had been paid to hunt, because she intrigued him. It had been a split foolish decision which there was no going back now. In all of his cleverness he hadn't devised a plan for this. This never happened. He never needed to take back a bounty, he was always too careful before agreeing to take a job. Anything immoral or murderous he never agreed to bounty. "New plan…she didn't deserve to be bountied. I was lied to." Fett walked towards his private room opposite to the holding cages. He didn't want to hear over the com anymore. The Slave I gave its usual happy sterile hum as he carried his helmet in his left hand.

"You're being such a damned fool." He scoffed as he opened the cleaning shower. He looked down and saw that mud and dirt caked the Mandalorian armor. "You can wash off your war wounds in battle, my friend." He thought at the armor as he pulled off a particularly nasty glob of earth from the breastplate. Doing so he looked at his partially naked body. Scars afflicted him from neck to down below. Some long, some short, some carried from blasters, some his own doing, most from the sarlacc pit. He took a longer look in the mirror. He wasn't bad looking. A little old, perhaps. He didn't notice when his dark hair became flecked with a little gray, but it wasn't overwhelming. His features were still sharp. He moved his head to the side. He had his fathers strong jaw, long nose, dark eyes…his hair was getting to long. "Vanity." Fett scoffed, as though punishing himself for his long gaze. Still, without outright admitting it, he felt content after looking away. He stepped into the shower and thought of nothing for a while…

He had to deal with her sooner or later, and in his business procrastination wasn't smart. After showering he had a sleep to calm his body. It usually took about four days before his body shook from lack of sleep. This week it took two. "I am getting old." He made sure his helmet was working correctly, the Slave I was responding, the scanners were clear for any particularly angry bounty hunters out to kill him, and that he could smell the cleaning chemicals off the walls. After grabbing a plateful of gray sludge that could be called "food", all was in order except this…problem.

He silently walked into the room with a presence of ease and authority. The room was dark, with ominous cages and shackles glaring in what little light there was. In one of the bigger cages there was a young human girl, had to be in her early 20's, pushed up against the back of the cage in total fear. She was classic pretty, not overly artificially beautiful. She was strongly built with good curves though not overly skinny. What he noticed was her giant eyes. They were mostly brown with a greenish tint, but even he was having hard seeing them now that they were covered in a frenzy of long black hair. He noticed how panic stricken she seemed and wondered if her paleness was a result of her fear or her natural skin tone. Either way he got the effect that he wanted. Complacent merchandise were the worst.

"Food. Eat. Now." His voice was raspier than usual. He lifted a small cage hatch on the bottom that allowed the plate to barely slip through. With the force that he pushed the plate tactfully the gray contents swayed to the side but didn't spill. It landed near her bare feet and she shuffled away from it as though it were vermin. "If you pass out I'll force feed you. That will hurt."

"Why did you save me?" The girl said in what was an attempt to sound brave, but fell flat.

"You're in no position to ask questions." Boba replied resetting a code on the wall. "Be happy you're still alive. For now." Annoyingly vague was the best ways to answer questions you weren't sure the answer to.

"Are you going to kill me?" Her voice broke in the middle of the question as she shuffled a little further to the floor.

"Depends." Boba Fett never promised anything.

"On…what…exactly?"

He looked over as she said this, noticing her shaking violently. He wondered if she was contracting hypothermia, or if his sedative from beforehand was giving her a bad reaction. She wasn't wearing much to begin with, he had taken her while she was sleeping so a sheen sleeveless gown to her knees was all that was containing her bodily warmth. He walked to the heat control panel on the other side of the room. "Whether or not I gain from it."

But he already knew the answer to that. He wouldn't gain a damn thing, he'd marred his reputation by sailing by Daav's planet, his client to whom he was supposed to deliver her to. Past the guards who he was going to give her to, killing them, running out of his household past the war droids, past the point of no return into a truth he knew would haunt him and his reputation in the end. He had never, ever not delivered. "But I had no choice. She would have been a sex slave." Although he never cared before. Young and old, rich and poor, bad or controversial, whenever he was doing a job he did it. His own morals didn't get in the way much and he always got paid. Not this time. Snapping back into it he realized he was starring at the girl when he thought about all of this. She was starring back at his T-shaped visor with her hands clutched against the bars, still in a scared defensive stance. Her breathing was still a little quick but her shakes had slowed.

"Are you going to let him have me?" She asked pleadingly.

A pang of adrenaline struck under his breast and he wasn't sure what it was . "If I were you I'd eat that." He demanded before walking towards the cockpit.

Consequences

Feelings were meaningless. There was nothing gained from them and he knew this, which is why he is the best. People were distractions. He lived by these creeds.

BEEP.BEEP.BEEP.

The Slave I's contact button was flashing. Boba pushed forward in his command chair knowing who was on the other line already: a very unhappy Daav.

"You have a lot to answer for." Daav was a human in his mid 40s with piercing features almost as sharp as Bobas. His high cheekbones almost gave him a feminine look but his thin mouth compensated for it. It was now twisted into a snarl.

"I don't deliver based on lies. You told me she discredited you, not ran away from your abuse. " Boba said simply. He knew he had the power.

"It's all a matter of perception!" His voice got low and dangerous. "She belongs to me and I will not be made a fool of--"

"If you want a slave driver then go to the cantinas. I'm sure you can find slime who will snatch helpless girls from their beds for a better price." Boba interrupted before hanging up on him. Yes…this was going to get messy. Daav was no idiot and he certainly wasn't poor, her asking price had proved that. He knew before long someone would come after him…looking for her…

"Hello?" a helpless voice from the cage intercom. Boba Fett ignored it as he struggled to remember how much time had passed from the bounty to now…about a day and half…

"Please could you come…here…" the voice got louder in the speaker. Boba jerked himself off the pilot seat and mechanically armed his blaster at his side. He walked down the long corridor. She was sitting down holding her stomach. Her arms were folded underneath her chest.

"What is it." It was more a statement than a question. He was running out of patience. He needed a plan and he needed to think. He couldn't do it when he was babysitting.

"I need to go." She said looking away from his visor, her brow furrowed.

"You're not going anywhere." Boba replied a tad too quick to conceal his patience.

"No…I…I need to go." All the color that had drained from her face previously had just rushed up into it making her embarrassment known.

"Step back. You're being relocated." Boba undid the lock on the cage. She cautiously got up and walked out of the prison door. Boba put his blaster pistol at her head. "Don't try anything," he warned. Her eyes responded by widening and she shook her head 'yes' furiously. At Boba's lead, the girl winded down the Slave I's skeletal hallway and ended up in a room. Upon entering it she noticed a cot, a sink, and mirror. To her notable relief there was a lavatory basin connected by another door.

"Thank-"

"You're still a prisoner." Fett shut the sliding door and locked it without another word. He looked at the cold steel of the Slave I's wall. "Two years ago you'd just let her piss herself." Not that he wasn't grateful for skipping the opportunity of cleaning up after.

The wall turned into a screen as he punched in today's bounty opportunities. After a couple aliens he skipped to the bounty he wanted to see. The girl's bounty had gone up 30,000 credits. Daav definitely meant business. He couldn't just keep her here with him floating in space, and as far as he knew she didn't have family.

He closed his eyes and tried to rethink his steps and what Daav told him. She was a girl who had supposedly "stolen" from him when she lived in his household. She was a common maid who kept everything in order--what he neglected to mention was that really he was going to use her to expand his house by keeping her pregnant consistently whether she was willing or not. So why the huge bounty? What made her so desirable?

"Probably those eyes." he thought to himself but immediately felt foolish. "She didn't eat." he reminded himself changing the subject.

Embarrassment

Boba Fett closed his eyes at the pilot seat. His breathing became even as he pushed his back into the leather seat. Dazedly, out of curiosity, he pushed the surveillance camera button to the girl's room. She was looking flushed as she took off her gown to give herself a basin bath. The sink filled itself with hot steamy water as Fett gazed transfixed on her image washing herself. "Where did she get that sponge?"

Fett woke up. He looked down. He had a wet dream. "I didn't even know I could do that anymore."

A/N: I almost didn't put "Embarrassment" in the fic but I'm glad I did. Poor Boba and his inner struggle ;).

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