About Me
I'm just a simple man, trying to make my way in the universeThe name Fett carries with it a cold air of dread and competence. To those with the credits to hire me, it is synonymous with success. To those with reasons to fear, Fett means capture or death. The name and reputation are just two of the many things Boba inherited from his father, Jango. In the final years of the Republic, I was regarded as the best bounty hunter in the galaxy.
A proficient marksman and unarmed combatant, I was covered in a sleek armored suit that concealed his scarred visage and strangely tattooed forearms. My combat gear featured an arsenal of weaponry, including retractable wrist blades, a snare, dual blaster pistols and other more exotic tools of the trade.In combat, I used my harnessed jetpack to gain the advantage of speed and height over my enemies. The backpack also carried a nasty surprise -- an explosive rocket could be launched from it. For interstellar travel, I traveled aboard his well-worn starship, Slave I.I was orphaned at an early age, the son of simple Concord Dawn farmers killed by brutal marauders. At the age of ten, I was picked up by Journeyman Protector Jaster Mereel, who introduced me to a harsh world of mercenary life. I was raised among great warriors, learning to survive in the rugged frontiers. Though my friends the Mandalorian supercommandos were wiped out by the Jedi Knights, I was one of the few left to still wear the armor.
Years of physical conditioning and training honed me into one of the most feared bounty hunters in the underworld. Not even Black Sun Vigos were safe from my dual blaster pistols. On occasion, I would tangle with Zam Wesell, as our talents would overlap on similar assignments. Though I preferred working solo, we teamed up when it was prudent. We shared a misadventure in tracking down a rare artifact from Seylott, which granted its user incredible power.I all but disappeared from bounty hunting circles as I took time to raise my son. I sought to experience what my life might have been like had I been raised by a caring guardian. Still, if the credits were right or the challenge appealed to me, Iwould don my battle armor periodically and venture from my hiding place.About a decade prior to the outbreak of the Clone Wars, a man named Tyranus approached meon the moons of Bogden with an intriguing proposal. In exchange for a sizable fee, Iwould become the template of a clone army. of course I agreed, but with an unusual stipulation in my contract. In addition to my fee, I would be awarded an unaltered clone of myself. Unlike my other duplicates, this clone would not undergo growth acceleration or docility tampering. It would be a pure replica of me.The Kaminoans provided me with private accommodations in their hermetic Tipoca City, and I dropped out of the bounty hunting limelight. He concentrated on teaching my son, the unaltered clone I named Boba, the ropes of survival and combat while the Kaminoans extracted genetic material to build thousands of clone soldiers.While serving as Tyranus' enforcer, I was approached by Viceroy Nute Gunray of the Trade Federation. Gunray wanted to eliminate Senator Padmé Amidala, who had long been a thorn in the Viceroy's side. I subcontracted the job to an assassin named Zam Wesell, and armed her with poisonous kouhuns to finish the job.A pair of meddling Jedi got in the way of the hit, and I was forced to kill Zam lest the trail lead back to me. I hadn't counted, though, on the resourcefulness of Obi-Wan Kenobi. I had used an exotic weapon, a Kamino saberdart, to eliminate Zam. No one should have been able to trace that weapon back to its source, but Obi-Wan's underworld contacts were able to point him in the right direction.Kenobi arrived on Kamino, and learned of the clone army. He met me, and we had a tense, yet civil, discussion, neither revealing their true motives. I nonetheless decided to flee, and ordered Boba to gather his belongings. Kenobi, working on orders from the Jedi Council, attempted to apprehend me just prior to Slave I's lift-off, which led to a water-logged melee atop the rain-swept landing platforms of Tipoca City. I escaped aboard the Slave I, and me and my son journeyed to Geonosis, to reunite with our mysterious benefactor, Lord Tyranus.En route to Geonosis, Boba and I realized a homing beacon was placed aboard our vessel, and found a pursuing Jedi starfighter on our tracking screens. The tenacious Obi-Wan Kenobi was back, and a daring game of cat and mouse played out among the rocky debris of the Geonosian rings. Despite the barrage of Slave I's seismic charges, laser cannons and missiles attacks, Obi-Wan survived and continued shadowing the us as we arrived on the barren planet's surface.Kenobi and his compatriots were captured on Geonosis, which was revealed to be a Separatist stronghold. They were to be executed in grand Geonosian fashion, but their deaths were stalled by the sudden arrival of Jedi reinforcements.Tasked with protecting Lord Tyranus, Ientered the fray against the Jedi. My blaster skills killed several Jedi, but I was not quite prepared to face off against Jedi Master Mace Windu. Windu did not break stride as he deflected my incoming blasts and swiftly cleaved off the my head with a single stroke of his luminescent blade.My battle-dented helm bounced along the dusty ground of the Geonosian arena, to be picked up by a stunned and newly orphaned Boba Fett.
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