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Boba Fett inherits Jabba the Hutt’s criminal enterprise outside of Mos Espa, Tatooine, The Outer Rim.
“I can’t. Rodian. Do you want me to cut your bonds? Quiet. Quiet.” — Boba Fett
“The dreams are back. Did you catch any of that? We really need a protocol droid. That’s weird. I used to work for him. It’s an honor to be welcomed to Mos Espa by you, Dokk Strassi. Even when a Trandoshan pays you a compliment, it sounds like a threat. Very well. Extend my greetings and appreciation for the Mayor’s tribute. Tell the Mayor I’m here now. Perhaps another time. Next. What is it? I’m confused. What? I’m the crime lord. He’s supposed to pay me. He works for the Mayor. That’s a no. Keep an eye on that one. I do not torture. You were loyal to both your bosses. Would you be loyal to me if I were to spare you?” — Boba Fett
“I’m not being carried around the streets like a useless noble. Looks like business is good. Sure. Here, take both of ours. ‘Things will go a lot smoother if you accept their ways.’ Maybe another time. We’re here to talk business. No, no, no, it’s fine. This won’t take long. We can do it right here. This is Master Assassin Fennec Shand. I’m Boba Fett. I have replaced Bib Fortuna. I wasn’t carried on a litter. I walk on my own two feet. I’m just here to introduce myself and assure you that your business will continue to thrive under my watchful eye.” — Boba Fett
“Jabba had many vassals. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover if we are to keep his empire in tact. Jabba ruled with fear. I intend to rule with respect. Speak freely. Fennec! Alive. Get me to the bacta pod.” — Boba Fett
“What? Uh, what do you want me to do? Dig? Dig for that? Oh, you want me to dig for that. Water. You want me to dig for water. No hard feelings, mate. Easy, youngling. I need some water. I would like a drink. We could have both escaped if you didn’t sound the alarm. If you kept your snout closed, if we can get to Anchorhead, I can get us off world. I could also strangle you with this ankle chain and feed your leg to the watchdog. Oh, that you understand, huh? Keep it down. Quiet. What?” — Boba Fett
“Wake up, boss. Time to go. They’re lined up to pay respects. I’ll let them know you’re on your way. Something about friendship? It’s even weirder for him. We were told the Mayor was coming to pay tribute. So you bring no tribute? If you had spoken such insolence to Jabba, he’d have fed you to his menagerie. He wants you to pay him. Shall I kill him? Is that a no? Lord Fett offers the gift of your leave unmolested. I keep an eye on everyone. This is a bad idea.”
“You should have let them carry you on a litter. It’s a sign of power to the people of Mos Espa. They’re used to seeing the Hutts paraded around the streets. Things would go a lot smoother if you accepted their ways. No, we’re not here for drinks. We have business with Garsa Fwip. No. Huh. Yours looks shinier than mine. I can make the rounds without you. Jabba rarely left his chambers. If I may… in difficult times, fear is a surer bet.”
“Welcome to the Sanctuary. Would you care to partake in any of our sundry offerings? Oh, then business it is. Would you like your Gamorreans hosed down and fed while we are sequestered? Apologies. I didn’t see your litter. Apologies. Well, thank you, Lord Fett. And thank you for the gracious introduction and for making the long journey to visit our establishment. It is our little slice if paradise. And you are always welcome, because it is yours now.”
“Presenting Dokk Strassi, leader of the Trandoshan family, protectors of the city center and its business territories. Presenting His Excellency, Mok Shaiz, presenting his excellency, Mok Shaiz, Mayor of Mos Espa and its surrounding plateaus. These two Gamorreans were once bodyguards to Jabba the Hutt, and later, Bib Fortuna. They did not surrender even after their patron was killed. They were captured alive as a tribute to you, Lord Fett. Their tortured squeals will send a piercing message to all potential challengers to your throne. Well, respectfully, Lord Fett, on Tatooine you must project strength if you are to be accepted as a Daimyo.”
“A thousand tidings to the new Daimyo. May you never leave Mos Espa.”
The Mayor’s Majordomo
“The Mayor’s Majordomo, actually. Ah, indeed yes. With apologies. Another understandable misunderstanding. The, uh, only tribute I bear is the Mayor’s heartfelt welcome, which I express in his stead. The Mayor’s heartfelt welcome and regrets that he’s been drawn away by pressing matters, milady. Apologies. Ap… apologies. He knows. Yes, he knows. Actually, there is one other matter, if I may. The matter of tribute. Hmm. Apologies and appreciation. The Mayor may take it differently, but I shall indeed convey your sentiment. I would not be surprised if you receive another delegation in the near future.”
“Would you like your helmet serviced and cleaned while you wait for Madam Garsa.”
“Healing session suspended.”