Chris McAuley has teamed up with Legendary Disney Imagineer Teri Hardin to craft an exclusive Boba Fett Story. Terri has worked on Jim Henson Productions, Ghostbusters, Men in Black and designed Disney Star Wars attractions.
The figure in the desert crawled slowly, the man had been gut shot by his partner. They had worked against the Hutts for several years, growing wealthy off black market goods stolen from Jabba’s trading partners. They had become too greedy and the Hutt had found out. Now in the middle of Tatooine with the sun slowly roasting his skin, he fought for the strength to grab one more fistful of sand to pull himself forward.
The armored figure approached the crawling man. The electronics housed in his helmets visor informed him that this was one of the active bounties on his list. Danan Karr, an imperial officer would have gone AWOL to become a smuggler and privateer. His was valuable to both the Empire and the Hutt, if managed correctly this could be a good payday. Fett kept his stride at a steady pace, his feet barely made any tracks in the sand.
Despite the heavy Mandalorian armor, he was as agile as a Twi’lek dancer. He stopped as he approached the Karr, his heavy shadow and presence looming over the dying man. Fett almost felt an emotion approaching pity as he watched Karr’s hands left arm shake and feebly clutch the sand in an attempt to gain one more inch.
Karr’s hand disappeared into the sand but he made no motion to drag himself forward. A decision had been made. The man turned awkwardly, his face contorted in agony, the sweat of his previous exertions running down his large, bearded face. He looked up at the bounty hunter and saw his face reflected back in the visor. It was rumored that Fett never removed the helmet, a gesture of some kind to the Mandalorian the arm