The anxious assassin was starting to feel like he was frozen in time. He had the high ground in this battle, so B. Fett felt comfortable in holding the tactical advantage over his attackers. With his trusty jetpack missile ready to launch, he looked past the cover of the thick trees. The unique sound of silence was all that greeted him. Nothing.

The rarely confused bounty hunter saw no sign of the Predators or any of his team members. In fact, his swoop-bike wasn't even there anymore. What the hell is going on?!

Even through his enhanced olfactory receptors in his Mandolorian battle helmet, Boba Fett couldn't avoid the rancid and foul stench of a set-up. He knew something was up when that scoundrel, Calrissian showed his pearly whites. Mentally scolding himself, the aging mercenary retraced all of his steps to this point. Where had he gone wrong? Four years since his last contract, maybe that amount of time had clouded his previously impeccable judgment in critical decision making situations? Fett was reminded again of the reason he always worked alone. Too many unknown variables always complicate matters when partners are involved. Partners. The word itself was starting to sound stupid in his mind. Why would Naguchi get him mixed up in this mess? B. Fett poked his head out again and peered down to the same area he looked at before. Nothing. She must be in on it, he thought. How else could it have got this far? The frustrated warrior made his way down to the ground to inspect the area for any clues that might help unravel the current mystery.

That was too close. Fett thought, as he thankfully took in the beautiful sight of his T-79 Sandsword swoopbike, still basically intact. It was lying on its side with a newly added feature though. An eyesore consisting of a 12mm long scratch that zigzagged down the side of the fusel lodge, and boy was hard to miss.

That'll buff out. The increasingly annoyed bounty hunter didn't detect any other life forms or adversaries around at all while scanning the area still cloaked in the red tint of his Inferred vision. Not even a clear heat signature trail could be identified.

Then he saw it, a simple thing that to the naked eye would mean nothing more than dirt on the ground. A footprint. A clue. An answer. The unmistakable footprint could only belong to one species. Trandoshan. And there's only one Trandoshan Fett knows about, Bossk.

B. Fett should have known better. Maybe old father time had become his real parental guardian over these last four years? That sorry reptilian bastard Bossk had been trying to get rid of Fett for decades. It was easy to forget how many vendettas the infamous Boba Fett had running throughout his life, even for the man himself.

It didn't seem like much of leap in thought to imagine the villainous Bossk teaming up with the Predators. They had to be like cousins or something at least, right? That would explain one of his latest adventures, free-falling down the, what was it again? Twenty-seven story building a couple of hours ago. That must have been Bossk using Predator gear.

These overwhelming revelations where beginning to hurt Fett's well protected head and he knew what was coming next. B. Fett slowly rose from his crouched position while slightly turning his body and head to look behind him. Sure enough, the aging mercenary was now suddenly surrounded by a full pack of Predators.

Or at least people in Predator gear, Fett couldn't really tell yet. Not one to contemplate such deep thoughts, Fett deftly dropped into a combat roll while unleashing a fierce and scorching stream of unforgiving flames from his wrist gauntlet. With his reduced heat signature from the temperature control actuator and the just recently deployed fire shield, B. Fett would be a pretty hard target, or at least he hoped so. The tediously familiar blue fire bolts he had encountered earlier once again accompanied Fett's personal space as he sprinted to cover behind another enormous tree. Keeping low, he unholstered his firearm and quickly took aim at every Predator scum lower appendage in his view.

Green blood exploded from some of the Predators kneecaps as B. Fett impulsively pulled the customized trigger as fast as humanly possible. The aged assassin swiftly holstered the Desert Scorpion and equipped his EE-3 blaster he had slung around his back. The EE-3 actually made Fett smile as he unleashed multiple high caliber blaster bolts into the screaming assailants wailing in agony on the moist ground.

It was a fairly quick battle, but the damage had been done. Three real Predators and four humans lay dead on the soggy ground. The humans are probably the traitors: Rothstein, Jess, Excobar and Graveston, Fett thought as he watched the lone survivor of the rapid gun battle stumble to his feet. Bossk.

B. Fett could tell who it was by the way the creature walked and stumbled towards his T-79 swoopbike, clearly trying to scurry away. "Where ya going?" Fett said as he shot Bossk square in the hindquarter. The fading Trandoshan pathetically struggled to get the tipped swoopbike to an upright position.

"I've always despised you Fett" Bossk slithered, speaking as loudly as he could. "They came to me….they wanted me to help capture….the mighty Boba Fett." "How could I resist such a job?" Bossk was gushing dark arterial blood at a speedy pace and clearly fatiguing fast. B. Fett didn't bother with a response as he slowly stepped over the dead bodies towards Bossk. "Yeah..they really wanted you Fett…wanted to clone you …like your daddy." Bossk was basically just lying on the ground squealing away. "I told em'…the only way they could lure you in….the only way they might get you to come here…was with a..woman."

B. Fett instantly spun around to find a well-placed gun butt in his helmeted face. Unfortunately, the temperature control actuator and IR vision greatly reduced his helmet's 360-degree view. Naguchi wasn't as strong as she thought because her blow didn't penetrate Fett's Mandalorian battle armor. The sudden impact did make Fett stumble over a little bit, but he swiftly dropped the EE-3 and shot out his ripcord lanyard that instantly ensnared the back-stabbing bitch, quickly and efficiently.

"I had no choice!" Naguchi shrieked. Even though her voice was somewhat muffled through her Predator helmet, Fett could tell there was slight essence of remorse in her voice. "Calrissian threatened to buy out Waylnad/Yutani and kill off the entire Yaujta race for good!" "I had no idea who you were," she continued. B. Fett swaggered over to the now quiet Bossk and unceremoniously shot the dying Trandoshan in the back of the head. "I should have killed him a long time ago," Fett said as he walked back over to the captured Naguchi.

The bounty hunter was starting to feel sharp pains now as he realized he'd actually been shot three times. Once in the leg and twice in the chest plate of his armor. The Mandolorian design had held up once again, but it still hurt. His whole body was extremely sore already from the fall and he could still barely keep his teeth from chattering.

Mud and blood was sticking to Naguchi's sweaty bare skin as she rolled around trying desperately to get free. She eventually lost her will after getting almost completely covered in dirt and gore. She was now lying directly next to the dead Predators, her Predator family. "Are you one of them…or…one of us?" Fett asked methodically. She didn't answer right away, "I didn't have any idea who you were a week ago." "Calrissian told me you were a washed up legend who…everyone thought…was dead already...long ago…" She hesitated again while rolling over on to her back to look up at Fett who was now standing directly over her pointing his weapon. "Now that I know you…I think…..I think you're…still very…alive" Naguchi could barely get the words out. "I can't lie Fett, I set you up….and yes…I am Yaujta, forever!" "I'm sorry Fett."

"Me too." B. Fett said as he shot Naguchi in the chest without any hesitation. Crimson blood ran down Naguci's well-toned abdomen as he heard her last gasp of air through the cover of her mask. Fett was glad the he didn't have to see her pretty face wrench as she died. But, deep down inside, he wished things could have been different.

As he turned to leave, Fett heard a weird sound, a bizarre beep, followed by another beep in a higher octave. Then another and another, each beep sounding higher and higher. B. Fett had already hoped on the T-79 and floored the gas at the first beep…..