Book of Boba Fett - Getting to Know the Man Behind the Mask Chapter 7


Chapter 7: In the Name of Honor 

Mos Espa, down a familiar street strewn with debris, the Sanctuary’s outer door scarred with the charred memories of the bomb the Pykes left as their declaration of war. Boba Fett and Fennec Shand examine the interior of the once lively, bustling cantina, which now lay in silent ruins. “We are at war,” Fett states. “It was inevitable,” Fennec reasons, knowing it was just a matter of time before the tension escalated into a strategic strike. “Even if we win, there might not be anything left of this city,” Fett descends the stairs deeper into the Sanctuary.

“That was fast,” Fennec acknowledges Din Djarin’s arrival, “Were you able to hire any foot soldiers?” “I think so. Cobb Vanth is raising a garrison for us,” Djarin explains. “What price did you negotiate?” Fennec asks. “Free.” “Free?” That's a bit hard to believe, even for Fett. “He’s been holding off the spice trade single-handedly. I told him we could shut it down,” Djarin explains. “That’s not free,” Fennec corrects, “That’s most of Jabba the Hutt’s business.” “That’s what the town wants,” Djarin states their ‘price.’ “I agree to their terms,” Fett easily agrees, knowing that any business with spice typically leads to nefarious dealings. 

“There’s a lot of credits to be made from that orange powder,” Fennec is thinking in terms of mere profit. “In the long run, it is better for us as well. Mos Espa can become a prosperous city under our protection. Spice is killing our people,” Fett sees the larger picture. Could he be trying to legitimize his claim and protection for Mos Espa? “Let Marshal Vanth and the people of Mos Pelgo…” “Freetown is its name now,” corrects Djarin. “Let the people of Freetown know they have my word,” Fett makes the correction and the promise. 

“You can tell Cobb Vanth himself when he arrives here with the reinforcements,” Djarin knows the Marshall and is relying heavily on the assumption Vanth will be able to rally his people to the cause. “You are confident he will come?” Boba approaches Din, face to helmet. Does Fett pick up on Djarin not having a sure guarantee? “I am,” Djarin trusts the Marshall will do the right thing. “Well, if he does not, we are doomed,” Fett realizes how dire their situation is, “Our skill is no match for the Syndicate numbers. We must buy time until they arrive. We’ll lockdown at the palace.” 

“That’s a bad idea,” interjects one of the Mods. “And where do you propose we wait for reinforcements?” Fett genuinely asks. “Here,” Skad says. “Here? In these ruins?” Fett doesn’t seem to think it’s a good idea strategically, “Nonsense. The palace offers greater protection.” Drash, the Mod’s stubborn leader, strongly speaks up, “If you want to abandon Mos Espa and hide in your fortress, go ahead. We’re staying. The people who live here need our protection.” Fett reexamines his stance, realizing she’s right, “We’ll stay.” 

Lines Crossed In the Sand

Jawas scrounging for parts at night see a stranger pass and quietly whisper to each other in Jawaese. Cad Bane makes his way through the streets entering the Pyke stronghold. Mok Shiaz, the Mayor of Mos Espa, is rambling on about the recent developments within the city. The Pyke leader stops Mok Shiaz and addresses the new arrival, “You returned so quickly. Was your venture successful?” “You won’t have to worry about Freetown,” Bane says confidently. “Did you convince the Marshal to remain neutral?” asks Mok Shaiz. “Yes,” Bane draws out the word.  

“Good. I want this over as soon as possible. Does Fett have any other resources to call upon? He used to live among a Tusken Raider tribe in the desert,” Shiaz further inquires. “They no longer exist,” confirms the Pyke leader. Bane's curiosity is peaked. “We destroyed them ourselves,” the Pyke leader admits. “Does Fett know that?” Bane asks. “He has no idea. He thinks they were killed by Nikto speed bikers. We left evidence behind to encourage such a conclusion. He meted out his revenge on them. In his mind, the matter is resolved,” the Pyke leader haughtily confesses. Bane seems surprised and somewhat impressed, “I didn’t realize the Pyke Syndicate was so ruthless.” “Pragmatic,” corrects the Pyke leader, “They were charging us protection. We have to protect our margins.” Bane evilly smirks in an understanding way, “Indeed, you do.”

“So, when will this all be over?” Shiaz is eager for things to return to normal. “That all depends on how much your two stomachs can bear,” Bane explains, hinting that things will get quite messy. “No more explosives. I didn’t sign off on bombing Garsa’s Sanctuary. I agreed to surgical strikes, not open warfare,” Shiaz realizes he’s in over his head with how far the Syndicate will go to get what they want. “With apologies, it seems that line has been crossed,” the Pyke leader doesn’t seem very sorry. “Well, I am still the mayor of Mos Espa, and I will not see it destroyed,” Shiaz is still attempting to act like he has some control of the situation. “The Fett Gotra is taking refuge in the ruins of the Sanctuary. It will take extreme measures to remove them,” the Pyke leader explains. “I think I have an idea how to draw Boba Fett out,” Bane offers. 

Grogu’s Choice

An X-Wing with a familiar R2 unit flies low over Mos Eisley, landing in Peli Motto’s hangar bay. Her three familiar pit droids make their appearance along with the BD droid. “It’s an X-Wing. What’s an X-Wing doing here?” Peli asks, panicked that the ‘law’ may be checking in on the port of scum and villainy. She instructs the droids to hide and lock up different parts and items that may not have been acquired legally. They hurriedly scurry about. “Hello, Officer!” She changes her tone in an upbeat, friendly greeting, “I filed for my New Republic certification seal just as you were landing. Quite a coincidence, if you ask me.” Peli better get her papers in order. She awaits the pilot to disembark the craft. 

A familiar little green head pops over the edge: Grogu. “Well, look who it is!” Peli is ecstatic to see her tiny green friend. Grogu makes an adorable noise at her greeting. “Aw! Did they teach you how to fly an X-wing already?” she asks as she climbs the ladder to retrieve him from the cockpit. “I know an astromech flew the ship,” Peli turns to her gaggle of droids as they chitter at her from below. Grogu sits back down deeper into the cockpit and babbles a bit. 

R2-D2 tweedles a question at Peli. “The Mandalorian? He’s not here. He’s on a job in Mos Espa. But just slow down. Give me a second. You just got here. Let me say hello to my old pal. Well, hello, bright eyes. Come here,” she gathers Grogu from the cockpit. R2 chitters at her again. “Grogu? Whoa! That’s a terrible name. Sorry about that, pal. No way am I calling you that,” she noticed something shiny under his beige robe, “What do you have here, huh? Something shiny. Well, look at you, all fancy. You must be starving,” Peli babysitting Grogu is a whole vibe, and I am here for it. “Bring him some dung worms,” she orders the droids below.  R2 beeps at her again. “Oh, keep your dome on. I don’t care how big of a rush you’re in. Baby’s got to eat,” she places Grogu next to a plate full of worms. Grogu happily digs right in and slurps one of the worms.

Waiting & Watching

Djarin carefully keeps an eye out for any new arrivals at the Sanctuary. “As we wait for the reinforcements to arrive with Cobb Vanth from Freetown, our forces are quietly patrolling the streets of the old city. The Pyke Syndicate has not yet arrived in numbers, but the minute they do, we will see them before they see us,” Fennec explains. Fett nods to Djarin. Fennec continues, “The truce you negotiated with the other families of Mos Espa will ensure that they will remain neutral and allow us to gain the upper hand by surprising the arriving soldiers.” 

Drash and Skad make their way around the city on their speeder bikes, looking for any suspicious developments. “The Gamorrean guards are posted in the Klatooinian territory at the starport and will alert us if any Pyke Syndicate forces arrive. Krrsantan is in Trandoshan territory, keeping tabs on the streets of the municipality in front of City Hall. Drash and Skad are keeping an eye on the Worker’s District and the Aqualish Quarter with the other Mods. As you can see, all our flanks are covered. Nobody is sneaking up on us. When the people of Freetown arrive, we will have the forces required to pivot our strength to whatever region the Pykes choose to attack from,” Fennec concludes, ever the narrator. 

“For now?” Fett asks. “We wait,” Fennec says. The Mayor’s majordomo is with them, sitting patiently to the side. Djarin pulls his blaster and points it to the door after hearing movement. The 8D8 droid from the palace enters, “Lord Fett? There is someone here to see you.” “I thought you said nobody could sneak up on us,” Fett chides Fennec. 

Baneful Negotiations 

Fett leaves the safety of the Sanctuary and approaches a familiar figure in the street: Cad Bane. “I thought I smelled something. If you’re looking for a job, you’re late,” Fett and Bane have a storied history. “I’ve already got a job. I’m here to negotiate on behalf of the Pyke Syndicate,” Bane states. “I don’t negotiate with gutless murderers,” Fett says. “If that’s not the Quacta calling the Stifling slimy,” Bane is calling Fett out for his deeds in his former life. “Clear out. And tell your bosses we know they’re outnumbered,” Fett’s not going to back down. “I wouldn’t be counting on the people of Freetown to be coming anytime soon. I paid Marshal Vanth a visit. You should’ve never left him without his armor,” Bane taunts. 

Fennec and Djarin ease out of cover, backing Fett, blasters ready. “Before you get any ideas, I’ve got back shooters too,” the Pyke snipers make their presence known on the lower rooftops by exposing their locations. “Let the spice move through Mos Espa, and all this can be avoided,” Bane offers. “No,” Fett won’t budge. “What do you propose then?” presses Bane. “I will only negotiate with the head of the Pyke Syndicate,” Fett wants to talk directly to the top. 

“You mean the one that massacred your Tusken family and blamed it on a speed bike gang?” Bane is trying to invoke a reaction from Fett. Flashback to Fett’s Tusken camp in flames with everyone dead. The Nikto bandit symbol left on one of the shredded tents. Fett watching the funeral pyre. Bane gets pleasure from knowing Fett was devastated by the loss of his Tribe; he smirks, “You know it’s true.” The smirk turns into an evil jagged smile. 

Fett touches his blaster. Fennec rushes out from cover to stop him, “Boba.” “Let’s do this right here, right now,” Cad Bane pushes his long jacket back and gets ready to quick-draw if these terms are agreed on. Fennec reminds Fett with her voice of reason, “Not now. You pick when.” “He killed Vanth. The reinforcements aren’t coming,” Fett sounds defeated. “We fight on our terms, not theirs,” Fennec knows they must stay in control of the situation. “I can take him,” Fett states. “You’re emotional,” Fennec knows him. “I can take him,” Fett says again with more edge in his voice. “We need to adjust,” Fennec says, talking him down, “You’ll have your moment.” Fett rests his left hand on top of his blaster again. He will stand down for now, “Tell you client negotiations are terminated.” 

“You’re going soft in your old age,” Bane smirks. “We all do,” Fett admits. Cad Bane slowly stalks off. The Mayor’s majordomo approaches Fett, “That was an impressive display of restraint. Exemplary stratagem. If I may be so bold as to offer additional counsel….” “I wonder how much he would pay for the Twi’lek,” Fett says aloud. 

“It’s a Trap!”

“Come in, Boss! Come in! Something feels strange over here,” Drash says via comlink. “Have the Pykes arrived?” Fett inquires. “Not yet, but something feels off,” the Aqualish in the Worker’s District start pulling weapons from hidden caches in the Mod’s alley. They fire on the Mods as everyone else who isn’t involved in the war hurries away. The Mods draw and start firing back, but they are cornered. “The locals are attacking,” Drash confirms. “I thought we had a treaty,” Djarin says. “So did I,” Fett is angry. “They laid a trap!” Drash yells into her comlink as one of the Mods takes a direct hit to the torso. 

“Santo! Santo, come in!” Fett tries to make contact with Krrsantan. Krrsantan notices something is off in his territory as the Trandoshans in the area draw different kinds of blades, electing a scream from a passerby, which initiates anyone who is not a Trandoshan to rush away from the area. Krrsantan, as mighty as he may be, looks worried with the odds stacked against him. 

The Gamorrean guards stand next to a repulsor train and notice a gang of armed Klatoonians disembark. One of the Gamorreans pulls a comlink from his belt and tries to make contact with Fett. The blade-wielding Trandoshans rush Krrsantan and Krrsantan starts blasting them. The Klatoonians are wielding blades as well as they back the Gamorreans to the edge of a large cliff. They drive the guards over the edge, and they fall to their deaths. Rest In Peace, beloved Gamorrean guards

“It’s a coordinated attack,” Fett declares as he, Fennec, Djarin, and the majordomo head back into what’s left of the Sanctuary, “We’ll have to gather our people.” “There’s no way to overcome their advantage,” Fennec points out, “We need to take out command and control.” Fett turns to the majordomo, “Does the Pyke Syndicate still operate out of Mos Eisley?” “Oh, it’s difficult to say for certain that,” the majordomo starts stalling. Fennec cocks her blaster aggressively. “Mos Eisley? Yes, now that I think of it, indeed they do. More specifically, the Desert Survey Office,” the majordomo keeps singing like a Yuzzum. “Can you do that? Can you get there in time?” Fett asks Fennec hurriedly. “Worth a shot,” she turns immediately and exits the Sanctuary, jumping on a speeder bike and heading off to her new target down the now abandoned streets of Mos Espa. 

Krrsantan gets overtaken by a horde of Trandoshans on the municipal building’s steps. He briefly breaks out his electric brass knuckles before getting taken down to the ground. The Trandoshans, being known to hunt Wookiees, swarm him completely, and we are left wondering how he will get out of this hairy situation. 

The Mods are still pinned in the alley in the Worker’s district by the Aqualish. They’re holding their own for now. “We can’t retreat. We’re pinned down,” Drash gives an update of their situation over the comlink. “Stay put,” Fennec instructs. “But they’ll swamp our position,” reasons Drash. “Keep your heads down,” Fennec says as the Aqualish start getting dropped by blaster fire from an unknown source. The Aqualish, who survive the first onslaught, retreat. Fennec appears on one of the rooftops behind the Mods and does a flip down to the street, “Get to the Sanctuary.” Drash approaches her as she climbs onto a different speeder bike, “Hey. Thank you.” “Manners,” Fennec pulls the hood of her helmet down so you can see more of her face and warmly says, “I like it. You’re welcome.” She takes off once again down the newly deserted streets of the Worker’s District. 

This is the Way

The Pykes slowly move in toward the Sanctuary, taking up positions. “They’re here,” Djarin says. The majordomo perks up. “It was just a matter of time,” Fett takes up position on the opposite side of the door from Djarin, “Is Cad Bane with them?” “Don’t see him. Any news on the others?” Djarin asks. “Would be a miracle if any survived. All three Gotras of Mos Espa turned on us,” Fett explains. “It was the smart move,” Djarin recognizes the Syndicate's power. “It was,” Fett agrees, “I suppose you’ll be heading out.” “I’m not,” Djarin says. “You should,” Fett doesn’t want Djarin to fight a losing battle. “It’s against the Creed. I gave you my word. I’m with you until we both fall,” Djarin explains. “You really buy into that bantha fodder?” Fett skeptically asks. “I do,” Djarin is a believer. “Good,” Fett is glad to have him by his side.

“The way I see it, we have two choices. We wait until they get into position and launch a siege on their terms,” Djarin evaluates. “Or?” Fett probes. “We rush out there, catch them unaware. Then we can escape to your ship at the palace,” Djarin finishes the other possible plan. “I can’t abandon Mos Espa. These people are counting on me,” Fett isn’t going to run. “Okay, then. We’ll both die in the name of honor,” Djarin concludes. “You sure you wanna stay?” Fett asks again, willing to give his comrade an out. Djarin unholsters his blaster, “This is the way.” 

Poetic Politics 

As Djarin is about to step out into the street, the majordomo speaks up, “If I may offer an alternative?” the majordomo tentatively approaches them with his hands up. “Shall I continue? I’ll continue. You may not know this about me; in fact, how could you, except perhaps what vestiges remain of my accent, but I was educated on Coruscant. Not that that makes me better in any way.” “Get to it,” Fett rushes him. “I attended finishing academy. My parents were not wealthy by any means. I specialized in Civic Council Negotiations. Now, if you would feel confident empowering me to negotiate on your behalf, I’m fairly certain we would be granted passage off-world with, at worst, some theatrical symbolic, groveling gestures and an exchange of funds,” the majordomo makes a face and places his hands together waiting on Fett’s response. 

“Very well. Give me your tablet.” Surprising the Twi’lek, Fett steps deeper into the Sanctuary, following the majordomo's advice, “I will write out my statement and what I am willing to pay.” “I shall go as your emissary,” handing the tablet to Fett, who starts writing, “I have no compunction whatsoever genuflecting or even groveling, if needs be, which would save you from any potential bruising of ego, so to speak.” “Now go before I change my mind,” Fett hands the tablet back to the Twi’lek. 

“Yes. Excellent,” the majordomo hurries out the door immediately and theatrically greets the Pykes. “Salutations! Salutations! I am unarmed but for this tablet bearing the terms of surrender. I wish to present to whomever spokesperson is empowered to deliberate an acceptable outcome in the eyes of the Oba Diah high council.”

“Read it to me, tail-head,” the lead Pyke demands. That wasn’t very nice. Leave the Twi’lek’s lekku alone. “Oh, because of the enchanting sobriquet and one of which I never tire. Someday I hope to see the fabled Obsidian Cliffs of Oba Diah with my own eyes,” the Twi’lek trying to connect with his foes. “Read it,” the Pyke again demands. “Let us dispense with the pleasantries,” the negotiator clears his throat, “I, Boba Fett, speaking as Daimyo of the Tatooine territories formerly held by Jabba the Hutt,” Fett again overlooking Bib Fortuna’s five-year reign, “do present the following offer,” the Twi’lek pauses and realizes he should have proofread what Fett wrote, “Perhaps we should discuss what you’d be willing to….” “Read it,” the Pyke is losing patience. The Twi’lek picks up where he left off, “following offer: Nothing. You will leave this planet and your spice trade. If you refuse these terms,” he clears his throat, “the arid sands of Tatooine will once again flourish with flowered fields fertilized with the bodies of your dead.” Poetic words from a complicated ex-bounty hunter. 

The Pyke slowly starts aiming his blaster at the majordomo. “His words,” the Twi’lek reminds the Pyke. The lead Pyke gets shot down by a blaster bolt from above. Fett is on the offense using the majordomo’s attempt at negotiation as a diversion. Using his jetpack to elevate himself, he gets a clear overhead shot of the Pykes assembled on the street. The Twi’lek retreats back to the Sanctuary. Djarin makes his entrance via jetpack from the left of the Sanctuary, joining Fett in an aerial display of raining blaster fire from above. Fett and Djarin pick off a few more Pykes as they make themselves difficult targets while airborne, Fett on the right, Djarin on the left. They both land in front of the Sanctuary. 

Mando Bros

At street level, Fett and Djarin start thinning the Pyke’s numbers, picking them off one by one. The snipers move in, trying to get clear shots of the two men in Mandalorian armor, but they see them coming and end the threat. This is an epic street battle royale showcasing their unique combat styles and weapons of choice. Fett takes a blaster bolt from a high-powered repeating blaster to his beskar chest plate and takes a tumble, taking a knee, dropping his EE-3 carbine rifle. A Pyke sees the opening and rushes Fett, only to be met with Fett firing his knee rocket at the opportunist. Fett draws his smaller sidearm and starts blasting again. Djarin takes a minor hit to his breastplate but remains standing.

Djarin notices one of the Pykes trying to surround them from behind, and he does a spin to get in place back to back, with Fett taking that Pyke down in the process. One of the sniper Pykes gets a shot in on Djarin on his left pauldron. It rocks him a bit, but he remains standing. Fett sees another Pyke taking aim at Djarin and goes to cover his flank. Djarin again is rocked by a shot to his left pauldron, taking a knee, while Fett covers him unloading blaster bolts in two more offenders. 

Djarin gets rocked again by a blast strong enough to bring him down on all fours. Fett places a hand on his back, making sure he’s okay and steps around Djarin to take on a new batch of Pykes that arrived to the fight using his sidearm and right knee rockets. Fett steps back and places a hand on Djarin’s jetpack while Djarin uses his whistling birds within his left bracer, taking down a few more Pykes with precision strikes. Inspired, Fett uses his own left wrist rocket, which explodes with a heavier impact and sends three more Pykes flying. Djarin gets back up. 

“They just keep coming,” Fett says. A sniper Pyke lands two shots on both men’s backs, getting their undivided attention. Both turn simultaneously and, in unison, repeatedly blast the baddie from his perch. Fett and Djarin start taking more hits to their beskar armor. The Pykes swarm in and keep up their barrage which continues until both men take a knee again. They are now getting peppered with an onslaught of shots, so neither can recover enough to get up and fight back. 

Fortunately, their armor is holding up, but they’re going to be sore after this battle after taking this many repeated shots. A Pyke gets blasted by an unknown source, and there is a pause as both Fett and Djarin wait to see who it might be. They look over to their right and see a few more Pykes get gunned down. “The people of Freetown,” Fett surmises. 

Strength In Numbers

The people of Freetown are a welcomed sight. The familiar face of the Weequay bartender, Taanti, is operating the main gun of the armored landspeeder as they head toward the two men in Mandalorian armor in front of the Sanctuary, where they have been holding their ground. Fett and Djarin get to their feet and can fight back once again. “Help while you got cover,” the Weequay shouts to the others in the speeder as they disembark and take their stance behind the speeder. Fett and Djarin fall in behind the landspeeder and take up position with the people of Freetown. 

Blaster shots are exchanged in the streets, and it’s clear the odds have shifted. The shooting ceases. “I’m sorry about the Marshal,” Djarin says to Taanti. “They gunned him down in cold blood,” explains Taanti. “You didn’t have to come here,” Djarin says. “Yes, we did. This planet deserves better,” Taanti is convinced.

The Mods arrive from the left. Their colorful speeder bikes are a striking contrast against the neutral colors of the city. Skad takes out a Pyke before he gets to the main intersection. A sniper Pyke gets in a solid shot on Skad’s speeder, and he flies off his speeder end over end in a vicious, unforgiving crash. Drash sees him take the dramatic fall and swoops to a stop in front of Skad, shielding him. She takes out a small blaster and takes a shot at one of the Pykes, dismounts her speeder, grabs Skad, and helps him around the larger armored speeder into cover. The remaining Mods meet up and join their allies. 

“You all right?” Fett checks on Skad and Drash. “Got pretty hairy back there,” admits Drash. “Where’d all these sand scurriers come from?” Skad questions referring to their new allies. “We’re here to save the tails of some city rats,” Jo, one of the Freetown citizens, replies back. Seems the folks that live out in the wilds have a bit of a friendly feud with the city folk. “Save it for the Pykes,” Fett cuts in. 

There is a loud beastly roar from around the corner, and two Pykes are thrown in a violent arc into view. Krrsantan has another Pyke over his shoulder, which he flips onto his back while another is trying to wrestle Krrsantan’s large blaster from his grasp. Krrsantan bats the Pyke off, flinging him high into the air, and blasts him with the same blaster before the Pyke hits the ground. Another Pyke charges him, and the Wookiee takes three blasts to the hairy chest from another sniper Pyke, but the retired gladiator remains standing. Wookiees are tough. Krrsantan grabs the Pyke he had downed who he’d been carrying over his shoulder and tosses him straight at the rushing Pyke, clobbering them both to the ground. Krrsantan takes another blast on his bandolier and sends two heavy blaster bolts into the ragdoll Pykes, who are attempting to get up and attack him again. 

Krrsantan heads toward cover behind the well-armored speeder, dragging his right foot behind him while his allies offer cover fire. Krrsantan keeps taking blaster bolt hits, a Pyke getting a lucky shot in the back of the Wookiee’s knee, downing him. “Cover me!” Fett shouts to Djarin as soon as he realizes his big furry ally is down. Fett immediately leaves cover, with Djarin on his heels, grabbing Krrsantan and helping him the small distance behind cover. “Welcome back, Santo,” using the Wookiee’s nickname, ”I have to confess I thought you were gone. I owe you a nice long soak in the bacta tank when this is done,” Fett is happy to see the Wookiee survived the ambush. Getting a closer look at the Wookiee, he has a large gash on the right side of his head. He’s in pretty rough shape. 

“We Got Problems”

“They’re falling back,” Taanti, the Weequay, exclaims. A cheer rises from the fighters. Fett, Djarin, Drash, and Skad hesitate to start the celebration. Djarin edges up to the front and presses a button on the side of his helmet, changing his HUD, heads up display, to thermal. There is a large droid just out of sight around the corner. “I wouldn’t celebrate yet. We got problems.” The massive Scorpenek droid plods along on its four legs, slowly closing the distance. Another droid appears from the same street Krrsantan arrived from, doubling the trouble the fighters are about to face. “We got real problems,” Djarin affirms. As the two massive droids get into position, everyone braces in preparation. Both droids ignite their circular shields, their design reminiscent of the Droideka on steroids. 

The fighters start blasting the droids, but the droid's shields are holding up without a problem. As the droids slowly walk forward, Fett decides to even the odds; bending slightly at the waist, he takes aim directly at their red light photoreceptors and launches his rocket from his Z-6 jetpack. The rocket explodes in a spectacular display of fire and smoke, kicking up the dust from the sandy streets of Mos Espa. There is a pregnant pause as the fighters halt firing to see if the rocket did its job. The dust clears, and both Scorpenek droids are still standing with full shields intact. 

The large droids open fire with their powerful blasters. The armored speeder is not going to hold up long against their attacks. “Run! We’ll distract them,” Fett commands the fighters. The fighters run off to the left of the Sanctuary, and the droids make short work of what is left of the armored speeder. Fett and Djarin, staying behind, now take flight with their jetpacks. Fett lands in front of the droid that turns after the fleeing fighters; he uses his jetpack in a quick dodge to avoid a direct blast, starting to fire into the droid's shield. Djarin lands behind the same droid that has Fett’s attention, igniting his flamethrower trying to weaken the shield. 

The droid slowly swivels its guns to face Djarin while the second droid takes notice and starts getting into place as backup. Djarin sees he will be sandwiched between the two and uses his jetpack to jump over the droid to be on the same side as Fett. Djarin puts his blaster away and takes out the Darksaber. It’s still cumbersome for him as he ignites it. The blade ricochets off the shield as he takes an overhead swing. He better be careful of the kickback. He swings a second and a third time, “I can’t get through.” The droid slowly readjusts and starts taking shots; Djarin and Fett sidestep further out of the way, “These two will destroy the whole city!” Fett is trying to protect Mos Espa, not reduce it to rubble. “Our energy weapons can’t get through, and our kinetic weapons have too much velocity,” Djarin explains. 

“Move!” Fett tracks as the droid starts aligning with them again; the two men side-step back to the other side, “Can you protect the others?” “I can distract them for a spell. Why?” Djarin wonders what Fett has planned. “Watch out!” Fett grabs Djarin, and they both roll out of the way as the second droid finally gets a clean shot on them, “We need reinforcements,” Fett assesses. “From where? You’ve run out of friends.” Djarin doesn’t think they have any other options. “Protect the others,” Fett urges, igniting his jetpack and taking to the skies, barely escaping the droid's fire. 

Droid Diversions 

Djarin runs past both droids in the opposite direction, blasting them, hoping to get both to follow him instead of pursuing the retreating fighters. One of the droids clears a shot near Djarin, sending him flying. He rolls out of the tumble, getting in cover behind the wreckage of the armored speeder. He steps out of cover, blasting one of the droids intending to get its attention. It starts to swivel, and he runs off for further cover, making sure he’s leading it away. 

The other droid follows the fighters, blasting at their heels. Krrsantan hangs back and starts shooting it with his heavy blaster just as it starts to pass where he had found cover. It looks as if his heavy blaster is weakening a spot in the droid's shield, and he reaches out with his electrified brass knuckles to push on the shield. He almost makes it through, but the droid realizes the threat and uses one of its legs to kick him away. Drash and Skad run over to help the Wookiee, just as the Pykes appear behind the Scorpnek droid. Skad does a spin because he is a flashy guy and starts blasting back. Between his stylish shots and Drash and Santos acting as backup, they clear out the Pykes. The two Mods help the Wookiee back toward the others.

Djarin is a busy man, keeping the Scorpenek occupied by dodging, running, and taking cover, staying just far enough away to keep the droid engaged. He rounds a corner and is met with Peli Motto and her three pit droids, who are being driven by a droid in a rickshaw, “Mando! Ha! We found you!” She exclaims, happy to see him. “I got a surprise for you!” “Turn around!” He yells at her waving his arms over his head, adrenaline pumping. “What?” Peli is visibly confused. “Turn around!” he yells again. “Can’t hear you!” Peli sees the massive droid round the corner and yells in her shrill voice at the RIC-droid, “TURN AROUND!” Mando holds off the Scorpenek droid as the rickshaw turns around and starts to escape. Djarin makes a running jump to hitch a ride on the back of the chair, “Can this thing go any faster?” “Go faster, you bucket of bolts!” Peli throws a hammer at the droid, clanking it on the head. The droid punches it into high gear. 

The fighters further retreat into the city, pursued by one of the Scorpenek droids, with Pykes serving as backup. “Take cover!” the Weequay says. The group files into what looks like a good place to hold out. “We have to stop retreating! We need to dig in here!” Drash says to Jo across the doorway from one another. “We’re getting swamped,” the Weequay says as he retreats behind cover. “She said we should stay!” Jo says. “Nonsense! We’ll get vaporized,” the Weequay disagrees. “I grew up a womp hop from here, and if we fall back any further, we’ll be cornered with no cover,” Drash explains. “So, we’re gonna die here?” the Weequay argues. “No. We fight,” determined Drash isn’t going to give up just yet. 

The Scorpenek moves into position and starts blasting away at where they have holed up, the Pykes eager to move in and progress their advancement. “Skad, hold the line with the Weequay. I'll head up there and snipe down,” Drash explains her plan. “Let me see that thing,” Jo indicates Drash’s small pistol, “With that?” Jo shakes her head and turns to the Weequay, “Taanti, we need a cycler.” The Weequay passes over his cycler rifle, “Good luck.” Drash passes over her blaster pistol so he won’t be without a weapon. “Let’s go,” Jo says, feeling better about their odds. “Cover us,” Drash reminds Skad. 


“Hey, Mando! Look who’s here,” Peli calls back to Djarin, who is still riding on the back of the chair, pulling a blanket off her small passenger. “What?” Djarin gasps and does a double-take when he sees Grogu, “Hey, what are you doing here?” Grogu Force jumps toward Djarin to hug him. “Okay, little guy. I’m happy to see you too. I didn’t know when I’d see you again,” despite their precarious situation Din, is genuinely relieved to see Grogu. Grogu won’t stop smiling at Din. “It’s okay. I missed you too, buddy.” Grogu reaches out and touches his helmet. “But uh,” cutting the sweet moment short, ”we’re in a bit of a bind here right now. You be careful. You keep your head down. You stay hidden until the fight’s over,” Djarin instructs Grogu as he places him back into the safety of the seat next to Peli. “Hey, that’s the shirt,” Din notices Grogu is wearing the beskar chainmail, “You got the shirt,” Djarin sounds as if he didn’t believe the Jedi would give Grogu his foundling right. 

There’s a large blast close by that rocks the rickshaw. “Save your tender moment,” Peli chides, “We’ve got a Scorpenek droid chasing us.” Peli starts taking potshots at the droid that continues to follow them. “What is he doing here?” the reality of Grogu being present for this fight sank in for Djarin. “The Force works in mysterious ways,” Peli observes. 

Grogu takes note their RIC-droid’s neck joint is smoking. Peli and Djarin, preoccupied with the adversary behind them, don’t notice. The droid's neck gives way; it rolls over itself, creating a large explosion that sends everyone in the rickshaw chair flying. Djarin uses a boost from his jetpack to grab Grogu from the air and takes a sliding landing on his back, ensuring Grogu is safe. Peli eats dirt. Djarin, on his back, holding Grogu to his chest, starts blasting away again at the encroaching droid. Peli spits out a tooth, grabs her blaster, and slowly gets up, disoriented. 

The Beastmaster

There is an echoing roar in the distance, and silence follows. Djarin and Peli duck into a structure. The citizens of Mos Espa wonder what that noise could be. Loud footsteps can be heard pounding through the city in a steady cadence. Two giant claws grasp the edge of a building as the beast pulls itself into view. Djarin looks on as he is holding Grogu. The rancor! Once again, it roars in the midst of the city. The citizens cower in fear, never seeing anything like this roam their streets. The Scorpenek droid forgets about Djarin and Peli and starts aiming at the rancor. 

Boba Fett! Riding the beast, he finally comes into view. Fett shoots at the large droid, and the Scorpenek droid shoots back. The shots carve away the building the rancor is standing on, driving the monster to an adjacent lower rooftop, making its descent to street level, an even playing field. The rancor starts pummeling the Scorpenek droid, large claw hand over hand in a constant barrage knocking the droid onto its back, which then brings its shield down for a moment. The droid gets back up and reinitiates the shield. Djarin sees a potential opening. Putting Grogu down, he says, “Don’t move. Let me handle this.” Grogu looks up at Din as he ignites the Darksaber and charges toward the droid. 

The rancor continues its onslaught against the shielded droid, putting constant pressure on its shield by applying its full weight. The droid struggles to keep upright, and the shields weaken enough at the back of the droid, so when Djarin takes a few swings with the Darksaber, he can step through the failing shield. He uses his jetpack to land on top of the droid. The rancor takes a significant blast to the right side of its torso, rocking it back so that it falls into a nearby building; Fett along for the ride. Djarin cuts one of the Scorpenek droid’s blaster arms off and sinks the Darksaber down into the central processing area of the droid, its brain, and it bucks Djarin off. 

Djarin completely loses his balance and takes a hard fall at an awkward angle. The droid readjusts, so Djarin is its only target. Grogu walks out from the doorway and watches as the droid advances on Din, reaching out his hand in concentration. Djarin still stunned from his fall, doesn't get up in time before the droid towers over him. It takes one of its legs and hammers it down on Djarin left thigh cuisse. The beskar armor holds, but the hit hurt him. The droid rears to bring both front legs down on Djarin. Grogu, steadfast in his use of the Force, continues to reach out. He yanks one of the leg bolts from the massive droid, which staggers the droid, preventing it from further harming Djarin. The bolt careens toward Grogu, and he catches it, allowing it to roll him over with its momentum. Djarin scrambles away as the droid attempts to regain its footing with a dysfunctional leg. Peli picks up Grogu. 

The droid attempts to follow Djarin, but the rancor jumps behind it, placing a claw over the head of the droid while it smashes the operational gun arm with its other. Peli returns Grogu to Din. The two stand in the street unworried as the rancor grabs the droid in its massive arms, squeezing it tight. “Do it,” Fett commands, and the rancor rips the droid in two in a grandiose fiery explosion raining pieces onto the onlookers. Fett turns the rancor and heads off to another part of the city. 

One Down, One to Go

The remaining shielded Scorpenek droid continues its barrage against the fighters, chipping away at the only wall standing between them and certain death. Each side keeps taking casualties. The droid readjusts and charges its attacks while the fighters brace for impact. Drash and Jo make it to the roof and take up sniper positions. “We make our stand,” the Weequay calls to the Freetown fighters. All the fighters raise themselves, so they’re all looking over the edge of the wall at once going on the offense. 

“Can you pick off some of the fighters?” Drash asks Jo. “I’m used to desert hunting. Can’t miss at this range,” Jo assures her. “I’ll distract the droid,” Drash takes aim with the cycler rifle and lets off a high-powered shot. Jo is a great markswoman and starts downing the Pykes in quick succession. The fighters below hold their own and continue their barrage. Drash takes another shot at the droid but gains its undivided attention as it adjusts its aim and shoots at their sniper position. Drash and Jo stand in unison, leaving cover to take another round of shots, just as…

The rancor smashes through a building right next to their hideout. Fett has come to the rescue in an unapologetic hail of destruction. The rancor roars and backhands the Scorpenek droid into a building across the street, collapsing a portion of the building on top of it. The Pykes retreat. The rancor slams the ground with its arms and leans in closer to the rubble, checking to see if the droid is still online. The streets are quiet, and even the fighters seem to believe the fight may be over. Fett waits, saddled on the rancor, holding its reigns, ready for anything.  

The rubble suddenly moves as the now unshielded Scorpenek droid blasts its way free, hitting the rancor in its shoulder in the process. The poor beast howls in pain but takes a swipe at it, downing the droid for a moment. The droid is quick to get back up, but the rancor grabs the droid's central stalk with both clawed hands and throws it against the building on the opposite side of the street. Staying just out of its firing range, stalking the droid, the rancor grabs the droid's turrets and pushes it back. The droid’s red photoreceptor reassesses and analyzes how it can fight the rancor. It takes two of its sharp front legs and hacks at the rancor’s abdomen in two slashing attacks, unsteadying the beast. 

The beast backs up just far enough so the droid is able to get a concession of shots squarely into its torso. Those shots rock the beast, and even the onlookers wonder if the fight has reached a tipping point. The Scorpenek droid rears back again with its front legs in the air readying another slashing attack. The rancor grabs both raised legs and flips the droid back into the crumbling building, breaking one of the droid's turret arms off. As the droid unsteadily recovers, it blasts the rancor point-blank in the face. The rancor uses the droid's own arm as a shield preventing the blast from connecting.

Grabbing the central stalk of the droid with its clawed right hand, the rancor presses its massive thumb claw through the droid's photoreceptor. It raises the droid further into the air, ripping one of its front legs off, and smashes the droid into the ground. The fighters cheer in unison as they see the rancor has the upper claw in this fight. The droid is still struggling as the rancor rips the other turret arm off and uses that same arm to spear it to the ground, finally putting a stop to the droid once and for all. 

Turning Tides

Djarin appears, running around the corner, blasting at the remaining Pykes, holding Grogu at his side, Peli not far behind, “Keep ‘em on their heels. They’re on the run,” he signals to the fighters who continue to celebrate with smiles all around. The fighters taking his advice disperse, chasing after the Pykes through the streets of Mos Espa. Drash and Jo taking shots from above, Fett at the far end of the street is still mounted on his rancor. Grogu stoically takes in the scene, secure in Djarin’s grasp. 

Peli lays down cover fire with her pit droids trailing behind her. A blast takes out a portion of a bench next to her, revealing the Twi’lek majordomo hiding. Peli sees him and points her blaster his way. “I am not a threat,” the Twi’lek declares, hands up. “Nice, head-tails. Come on. Get behind me, pretty face. Peli’s got you covered,” Peli being a team player, offers help. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance,” the ever polite majordomo says. “We don’t have time for that,” Peli is more concerned with surviving than introductions. 

The rancor grabs the remains of the Scorpenek droid and hurls it deeper into the city after the retreating Pykes. The droid collapses an arch over the street as it lands. Two Pykes decide to be brave and stand and fight. The rancor bellows at them and sweeps one into a nearby building. Fett blasts two more Pykes down before they’re able to get any shots in. More Pykes take cover nearby, but the rancor punches through one pillar one is using as cover and lifts the Pyke into view for a clean shot for Fett. Once Fett makes short work of the Pyke, the rancor tosses the body far behind them. The rancor gobbles up another Pyke. Classic.

“These Are My People”

Cad Bane hasn’t left Mos Espa. He stalks out into the main roadway from a side street. The rancor smashes another Pyke into the ground with its fist. Bane approaches the beast, and it charges Bane. Bane put his arm out, activating his flamethrower. The flames stop the rancor in its tracks, the heat too intense for it to push through. It bucks Fett from his perch, and Fett falls to street level. Bane uses the flamethrower again to dissuade the rancor from further advancing. The rancor is riled and keeps roaring its discontent as it leaves Fett and climbs over the surrounding buildings, getting distance between Bane and itself. 

Fett picks up his fallen E-33 carbine rifle from the sand and gets up, “Clear out and take your hoodlum gang with you,” Fett is giving Bane a chance to leave, professional courtesy. “I’ve known you a long time, Boba. One thing I can’t figure,” there is a long pause between the two, “What’s your angle?” “This is my city. These are my people. I will not abandon them,” Fett explains. “Like the Tuskens,” offers Bane. “Don’t toy with me. I’m not a little boy any longer, and you are an old man,” Fett references their history. “I’m still faster than you,” admonishes the old Duro. “That may be, but I have armor,” Fett acknowledges each of their own strengths. “Let’s find out,” Bane pushes his jacket back, revealing his holstered blaster. 

The Showdown

Boba Fett and Cad Bane square off. Quickdraw. Bane gets the first shot in, knocking Boba flat onto his back. Boba loses his grip on his E-33 carbine rifle, and it falls to the sand once again. “Now’s about the time you jet off to your bacta tank,” it seems Bane has been watching Fett for some time now. “This is my city!” enraged Fett unleashes his flamethrower toward Bane. Bane, agile for his age, rolls out of the way. Coming out of the roll, closing the distance, he takes another shot at Boba. Boba gets knocked onto his back again, his carbine rifle just out of his reach.

 “You gave it a shot. You tried to go straight. But you’ve got your father’s blood pumping through your veins,” Cad slowly walks toward Boba, “You’re a killer.” Cad kicks Boba hard in the chest and kicks his rifle away. “This isn’t the first time I beat you out on a job,” Bane stamps his foot down on Fett’s wrist. Hissing, he kneels over Boba and places his blaster against Boba’s side between the gaps in his beskar armor, “There’s no shame in it.” Cad takes his left hand and rips Boba’s helmet off so he can look him in the face; he stands again. “Consider this my final lesson. Look out for yourself. Anything else is weakness,” Cad points his LL-30 blaster at Boba’s head. Boba closes his eyes, appearing to accept defeat from his former mentor. 

As Cad pulls the trigger, Fett jerks to his right, so the shot ricochets off the upper left corner of his chest plate. He pulls his Tusken Gaderffii, or gaffi, stick from his back and knocks Cad’s blaster from his grasp in a sweeping motion with the pointed end of the stick, twirling around while getting to a knee. He takes the gaffi stick and bashes the curved part hard into Cad’s stomach. He then hooks Bane’s right leg, sweeping it out from under him, landing Bane flat on his back. Bane pulls his other blaster, but Fett knocks that one away. 

Boba Fett towers over his old mentor, Gaderffii stick in hand, a fierce look on his face. “I knew you were a killer,” Bane says as he again tries to gain the upper hand by using his flamethrower on Fett. Fett knocks Bane’s wrist away, avoiding the flames. Boba takes the gaffi stick in both hands and thrusts it straight down into Cad Bane’s chest. Cad grasps the stick instinctually, but Boba keeps applying pressure until Cad stops fighting. Bane goes limp, and Fett removes the gaffi stick from the old Duros’ chest. 

Cad Bane wasn’t wrong about Boba Fett. He was a killer. Boba’s face contorted in rage and anger, perhaps reflecting on his past and how far he’s come, angry that his harsh mentor brought his past into his new life. He walks away from Bane’s body, leaving him in the middle of the Mos Espa street. A small red light on Bane’s chest clicks on and off. Is Bane really dead? Will we see him again? He has a long history of getting away to survive to see another day.

Wrangling the Kaiju 

The Pykes are continuing to retreat with the fighters on their heels. The loud roars of the rancor echo through Mos Espa. “The rancor’s on the loose!” the Weequay notices the beast without its rider. The rancor starts teething on a speeder. The fighters start taking potshots at the rancor, trying to herd the beast, making him angry. He hurls the speeder in their direction, frustrated that the fighters don’t understand its need to explore. “You’re scaring it! Put your blasters down! Stop shooting!” Djarin waves the fighters off, understanding this only adds to the chaos. The rancor starts climbing one of the towers in Mos Espa, King Kong style; when it gets to the top, he starts tearing down the spire. 

Djarin, Grogu, Peli, the majordomo, and the fighters look on as they are helpless to the destruction. Djarin realizes he needs to do something. He hands Grogu over to Peli, “Keep him safe.” “Well, who’s going to keep me safe?” she wonders. Djarin takes Grogu’s favorite toy from his belt, the knob from the Razorcrest, which is the only surviving piece of his previous ship, “Here. Hang on to this,” Grogu looks up at him with those big adorable eyes, “It’s gonna be okay.” Djarin uses his jetpack to reach the wild rancor.

Djarin grabs the chain reins and swings himself around to mount the beast. The rancor is not having any of it. He grabs Djarin from his back and throws him down to a roof below, jumping onto that same roof and pummeling Djarin into the building below. The rancor grabs Djarin from the interior of the building and roars, lifting him high up in the air. The rancor knows this is not his imprinted human. Similar armor, different man. 

Grogu looks worried for Djarin’s safety. “Don’t worry, kid. Your old man’s crafty,” Peli assures him just as the rancor tries to bite off Djarins head. The beskar helmet stops the beast, but the rancor is determined and tries again. This time Djarin uses his flamethrower to burn the rancor’s mouth. The rancor brings Djarin close, squinting its eyes at him, and whips him down to street level. The Mandalorian goes limp on impact. 

Cutie and the Beast 

The rancor roars and spots Peli, Grogu, and the Twi’lek. It starts climbing down to street level after them, leaping to make its final descent. The three new targets hide behind minimal cover and get an up-close look at the howling rancor. Peli and the Twi’lek scream back. The rancor notices Djarin’s body lying in the street and starts plodding toward him. Peli notices Grogu is missing, “Where’d you go, kid?” 

Grogu waddles out into the street, placing himself between Djarin and the rancor. The cute little green kid faces off with the gigantic ugly monster. Djarin comes to consciousness and sees the contrasting standoff. He doesn’t overreact because he’s seen Grogu pull off miracles when facing off against large beasts in the past. 

Grogu remains calm as the rancor bellows at him again. He lifts his little green hand, and the rancor calms down, gradually falling asleep. Djarin looks on, letting his foundling handle the situation. Grogu walks up to the rancor and places his hand on the rancor’s upper lip, petting the docile monster. He sits right next to the rancor’s head and curls up to take a nap with his new gigantic friend. The Twi’lek helps Djarin get to his feet. “I’m guessing there’s not gonna be a barbecue,” Peli was hoping to get a taste of the exotic monster. 

A Job For A Master Assassin 

“The Syndicate forces have pulled back from Mos Espa and should be arriving here in Mos Eisley shortly so that we may disembark,” the Pyke Syndicate’s leader on Tatooine explains to his new allies. The heads of the three families, the Aqualish, the Klatoonians, and the Trandoshans joined by Mayor Mok Shiaz are all gathered in the Syndicate’s headquarters. 

“You can’t just cut and run. We lost soldiers too,” says the don of the Klatoonian family. “We had a deal,” Dokk Strassi, the Trandoshan, agrees. “Our deal was that Tatooine was going to be a hospitable place to do business,” The Pyke leader is quick to put them in their place. “It is,” offers Mok Shiaz. “Half of my men were either shot or eaten by a rancor. Is that what you call hospitable?” the Pyke angrily corrects. 

The muffled sound of blaster fire is heard outside. The conspirators look around worriedly. “Guards!” the Pyke calls. The Aquilish stands, pulling out their blaster, as they all hear a muffled sound take to the roof. Taking a hint from the Aqualish, they all draw their weapons. The Aqualish is the first to get sniped, the second is the Klatoonian, and third is the Trandoshan. The two remaining guards get taken out in quick succession. A line descends from the roof and hooks the Ithorian Mayor by the throat pulling him to the ceiling with feet kicking, and someone breaks Mok Shaiz's neck. 

The faint pitter-patter of running steps on the roof. The Pyke, now alone in his ‘safehold,’ starts randomly shooting into the ceiling. He sees a shadow run past one of the small windows and goes over to inspect it. The Pyke gets stabbed in the side from behind; the culprit is master assassin Fennec Shand. He sinks to the floor, and she is left holding her knife covered in blood. Pykes bleed green. She takes a quick look at her work and leaves the stronghold. 

“I Intend to Rule With Respect”

Mos Espa finally seems quiet. Fett and Fennec walk the streets as the citizens make repairs from the epic battle that raged through the streets not long before. A woman places a closed fist over her heart and bows to Fett as they pass. He returns the gesture. Two more make the same gesture in respect. Boba Fett, politically gracious, mirrors the bow. 

Turning to Fennec, “Why does it have to be the right arm?” He is feeling the effects of the battle and must still be sore. “You should take a nice long soak in the bacta tank,” she reminds him. “It’s being used,” Fett must be allowing the others to heal up before he takes care of his own wounds. “Why must everyone bow at me?” He wasn’t expecting this kind of reception and isn’t used to this kind of positive reaction from the general people. “It’s better than shooting,” Fennec is right about that. “Are those my only two choices?” Fett wonders if maybe there could be less of the two extremes. Fennec reminds him of his position, “When you run the town, it is.” 

Three younger teens run over to offer them some fruit. Fett, smiling, takes a Meiloorun, “Thank you.” Hera Syndulla from Star Wars Rebels is fond of this fruit. The teens runoff and he turns again to Fennec, “We are not suited for this.” “If not us, then who?” she is starting to come around to his original aspiration of taking care of the people. So far, they’ve done a pretty good job at standing their ground and ridding Tatooine of a horribly corrupt organization. Krrsantan and the Mods join them, Fett throwing Krrsantan the Meiloorun fruit. “So, the Wookiee gets a melon, and we don’t?” Skad jokingly says. “Krrsantan, you want to share?” banters Fennec. He roars at Skad. Nah, that’s his melon. 

As the camera pans to the blue Tatooine sky, Din Djarin and Grogu are off on another adventure in the N-1 starfighter. Peli Motto made a good call at modding out the astromech port for Grogu. The little guy is happily content in his bubble with his lever knob toy. He taps the knob on the domed viewport. “No,” Djarin says to him. Grogu keeps tapping. Din tells him no two more times. Grogu insistently keeps tapping. Finally, Din gives in, “All right. But this is the last time.” He pushes the button for the sublight thruster, which catapults them forward at a much higher speed. Grogu loves this new feature on the new ride. 

The end credit theme song has changed just slightly from what we’ve been used to hearing from the series: 

Stick around for a mid-credit break. We discover precisely who is occupying Boba’s bacta tank: Marshall Cobb Vanth. He is alive and making a recovery under the care of the Modifier, the mod artist who helped Fennec Shand survive. I wonder what new upgrades he’ll awaken with?


What a grand finale! Boba Fett, with his iconic armor, is one of the most beloved characters of the franchise since the original trilogy. Expounding on his story felt long overdue with how much of a cult following the Fett name holds. I was happy to see the further evolution of his dynamic character brought to the fore so everyone could understand the complicated man behind the mask. The Book of Boba Fett did a phenomenal job telling the tale of a resurrected Boba Fett into a changed galaxy where he decided to undergo his very own transformation after having such a close call with death inside the sarlacc pit. 

Reevaluating his priorities, Fett chose to shoulder the mantle of responsibility of protecting Mos Espa, which was helpless against the encroaching spice trade of the Pyke Syndicate. Despite the odds being stacked against the new Daimyo, Fett chose diplomacy with the three crime families of Mos Espa for a truce and mustered a reliable motley crew he could count on for backup. He proved he has the grit to be a reliable leader for Mos Espa, choosing to stand and fight for his people, not leaving them vulnerable in their moment of need, which solidified the people’s respect. 

And the award for the best babysitter in the galaxy for multiple generations goes to… R2-D2. He has a long career of dutifully watching over others and taking the initiative to make sure his mission is completed properly. I was surprised that Luke Skywalker sent R2-D2 alone to return Grogu to Din Djarin. Grogu is presumably his old master’s child, so the independent send-off felt a bit cold even for a Jedi. Getting to see ‘baby Yoda’ in the cockpit of the same X-Wing that Grogu’s presumed father used to teach Luke a vital lesson was a great reminder of how much history this one X-Wing ties together in the Star Wars universe. Grogu’s return to Din confirms Ben Solo as Luke’s first student for his new academy. Originally this was established as canon in the graphic novel Star Wars: The Rise of Kylo Ren. 

“I can’t believe it!” Yoda: “That is why you fail.” 

Cad Bane’s return to Boba’s story was symbolic of Boba’s past haunting him. Bane was quick to point out Fett’s history and remind him that not long ago, Fett was a notorious bounty hunter. This may pose a challenge to Fett in his endeavors to legitimize his claim to rulership. Boba has a lot of work to do in changing his reputation, but he needs to stay his course and not fall back on old habits. Cad had mentored Boba for a time during Fett’s youth, outlining the importance of building a near-perfect reputation in the craft of bounty hunting and being selective in which jobs were worth taking, ensuring compensation was for a premium price. Bane is cold and ruthless, caring only about himself and his credits. Boba has come to realize that there is strength in numbers, and with a loyal ‘tribe’ at your back, you are more likely to succeed in achieving grander plans.

Boba Fett and Din Djarin’s friendship continues to grow as they continue to face adversity together. After retrieving his armor, Boba agreed to help Din retrieve Grogu when the child was taken by Moff Gideon in The Mandalorian Season Two, and Din agreed to help Boba solidify his claim of Daimyo. Boba giving Din an opportunity to walk away when the situation seemed hopeless showed Boba to be understanding and yielding to the needs and wants of others. Din refused to leave Boba in his hour of need stating it was against the creed remaining steadfast in loyalty and solidarity. Even though Boba does not claim to be a Mandalorian following any of their creeds, he understands their ways and appreciates being able to rely on Din when the going gets tough. There is honor among those who bear the beskar armor. I hope to see the two of them continue to support each other in whatever new endeavors they set out to achieve as the larger galactic story continues to progress and evolve because they make an impressive lethal team. 

It intrigued me that the Pyke Syndicate chose to send two massive Scorpnek droids to thwart Fett and take over Mos Espa. The Separatists during the Clone Wars used droids as their main oppressive invading forces. Both Boba Fett and Din Djarin were orphaned in the Clone Wars, which was a turning point in both their lives leading them down a path of bounty hunting and mercenary work as they each took up the mantle wearing Mandalorian armor. The Pykes have shown themselves to be ruthless and cunning in their use of psychological warfare against Fett with their annihilation of the Tusken Tribe, leaving behind clues that the Nikto speed bike gang was the responsible party for the slaughter. Perhaps droids were used to invoke a deep fear from a lone orphan boy amidst battle? 

Boba Fett and Din Djarin were orphaned in the Clone Wars. 

The droid attack did eventually elicit a frozen hesitation from Din Djarin. Djarin has an ongoing dislike and distrust of droids because both of his parents were killed in a Separatist attack during the Clone Wars, and he was nearly gunned down as a boy. After his hasty reunion with Grogu, there is a moment where the Scorpnek droid almost pummels Djarin to death with its front claws. Stunned, beyond exhausted, and potentially paralyzed by childhood fears and trauma, he almost repeats his own history of dying in front of his own child, Grogu. Fortunately, Grogu is attuned to Din and was able to come to his rescue using the Force. 

Boba Fett, the beastmaster, made a theatrical debut in Mos Espa with his new pet rancor. I never knew I needed to see Fett riding a rancor, but now something in my life seems complete. Boba has had a fascination with ferocious, dangerous beasts since he was a boy watching the fights on Geonosis. Seeing him master the riding skill with his new pet while defending the city made the final battle all the more epic. The rancor keeper had stated that the bond between the rancor and its owner was a strong one. Fett was the first human the beast was imprinted with, so when Djarin attempted to wrangle the beast, things did not go well for him. 

Grogu calming the beast with the Force shows that the rancors are used to being handled by those who are Force-sensitive. Rancors are native to the planet Dathomir. The witches of Dathomir, also known as the Nightsisters, formed a symbiotic alliance with rancors to drive away colonizers from their planet. An exiled Jedi named Allya taught the women on Dathomir the ways of the Force. Grogu made a large unlikely friend by wielding the Force and calming the rampaging giant into taking a nap. 

When Disney acquired Lucasfilm, there was an episode written for the seventh season of The Clone Wars that was never produced because the show had been canceled. In the canceled episode, Cad Bane and Boba Fett would have had a wild west showdown which would have resulted in the explanation of how Boba received his unique dent on his helmet. Cad Bane also took a blast from Fett, which resulted in him obtaining a nice shiny plate on his head. The plate can be seen in the final shots of Bane laid out on the sand in The Book of Boba Fett. Even though the story never made it on screen as canon, the lore and the details are present, adding weight to the history. 

The scene from the never-produced episode of The Clone Wars seems mighty similar to the many showdowns we’ve seen in The Book of Boba Fett. 

Fennec Shand got to fully show off her skills as a master assassin. Single-handedly eliminating every one of the Daimyo’s foes in the Pyke Syndicate’s headquarters in rapid succession, she proved to be a very valuable ally. Fett’s instincts were right about her. Fennec is a wonderful compliment to Fett’s Gotra, and her expertise is invaluable to his new operation. 

I was very happy with how Boba Fett’s story unfolded within this series. His tale started as a slow burn in the Tatooine Dune Sea, which climaxed in an epic battle royale in the streets of Mos Espa. The fate of the planet rested on his shoulders, and he rose to the challenge to bring about change despite making powerful enemies. Putting his former way of life behind him, Fett is adapting and evolving with the changing galaxy and is solidifying bonds of loyalty and trust with those who cross his path and wish to join his new venture. The story rings true to the character I know in my heart as Boba Fett. I can’t wait to see how his next chapter unfolds.  

Book of Boba Fett - Getting to Know the Man Behind the Mask Chapter 6


Chapter 6: From the Desert Comes A Stranger 

Plains of Mos Pelgo, middle of nowheresville in the midst of many moisture evaporators, there are four Pykes around a landspeeder. There is an intricately carved wooden chest and a camtono, a security container typically used to store valuables, full of credits placed on the hood of a landspeeder. “We’ll leave the spice and take the credits back to Mos Eisley. The rest will follow,” one of the Pykes explains.  

“Do you know where you are, gentlemen?” Cobb Vanth interrupts, hand on his blaster, ready to draw, “Think it through,” he warns one Pyke as he sees them reaching for their blaster. “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt being you’re not from around here and say you figured you’re in the middle of nowhere. But everything out there to everything out there is the Mos Pelgo territories and these stripes,” he points to his belt buckle, ”indicate I’m the marshal of said territories. Now, I don’t know what arrangements you have with the authorities of Mos Espa, and let’s be honest in Mos Eisley, anything goes, but out here, I’m the one tells folks what to do.” Vanth makes it clear he understands there may be certain ‘arrangements’ in other territories, but anything happening in his territory is his responsibility. 

There is a prolonged silence, a western-style standoff between the Pykes and Vanth. “I didn’t see what’s in that chest, and consequently, no laws have been broken far as I’m concerned. If you gentlemen load up your wares and head back to where you came, we can chalk this one up to you guys reading the map wrong.” Vanth is not looking for a fight. He is reasonable yet firm in spelling out the law and setting his expectations of not seeing them again in his territory. Two of the Pykes look at each other; one turns slightly and draws a blaster. Vanth sees the movement and pulls his weapon, blasting three of them from the hip. One remains standing. “Think it through,” Vanth says again. The Pyke surrenders, hands up.

“Think it through.” 

“I got a proposition for your bosses. Tell ‘em I’ve heard of the Syndicate. Take their credits back with you. And I say this with respect, anyone gets lost running spice through Mos Pelgo again will be lost forever. Now, unload that chest and go. Consider it a fine for trespassing,” Cobb cuts to the chase; he doesn't want trouble in his territory. The Pyke indicates the chest is worth more than Vanth’s town. “Well, then, maybe I’ll retire,” Vanth has no intentions of retiring any time soon. The Pyke places the wooden chest on the ground next to the landspeeder and secures the bucket of credits, jumping into the landspeeder. Vanth twirls his blaster, placing it back in its holster. 

The Pyke drives off with his message for his bosses, life intact. Vanth approaches the intricately carved wooden chest opening the top with his boot. The entire chest is filled with a golden brown, slightly metallic-looking powder. He tips the chest over, the spice spilling out and blending with the sands of Tatooine. 

Spice. Fortunes can be made from peddling the illicit substance.

Visiting A Little Friend

The N-1 starfighter emerges from hyperspace, heading toward a lush green planet, making its way through forested mountains and the occasional drifting fog. Din Djarin looks to the forests below, checking for any signs of life. An alert on his dash sounds. R2-D2 picked up the visitor on his scanners. Djarin lands the starfighter right next to R2. I wonder if R2 remembers his time in one of these N-1 fighters during the Battle of Naboo in Episode I: The Phantom Menace? Djarin exits the ship, greeting the droid in an uncharacteristically upbeat, pleasant tone, “Hello, friend. I’m looking for Skywalker.” Din Djarin has a customer service representative voice. Who would have thought? R2 greets him in his signature tweedle of beeps. “I came to see the kid, Grogu.” 

R2 slowly leads Djarin through a bamboo forest, happily humming to himself. A rock appears to be mysteriously lifted over a small ridge in the forest. An ant droid makes its way into view carrying it. Djarin stops to gawk. R2 reminds him to keep up, leading him to the beginning of what will be Luke Skywalker’s Jedi Academy. There is a colony of the ant droids slowly building the construct we saw in Episode VIII: The Last Jedi

R2 gives one of the ant droids an order. “Is this where they are?” Djarin inquires, still openly interested in the project’s construction. R2 powers down. “Hey. Droid. Hey. Don’t shut off. Wake up,” he goes over to inspect R2, clearly frustrated, waving his hand in front of the droid’s photoreceptor. The ant droids start building something near him. “Hey, I’m looking for Skywalker. He had a kid with him. Is that a bench? How long will I be waiting? Is anyone here? Anyone alive?” He reluctantly takes a seat on his new bench next to R2 and settles in to wait. 

Meditation With A Master 

Tranquility. A peaceful view of the bamboo forest. A hill with a short tree shading a Jedi and his new pupil. Grogu sits opposite Skywalker, who is wearing the familiar black Jedi robes we have seen him in Episode VI: Return of the Jedi. Both are meditating when Grogu breaks his concentration as a frog leaps into view. He tries to go back to meditating but pops one eye open, tracking the frog as it leaps into a small pond. 

The frog starts levitating before it can breach the water’s surface. Grogu brings the frog over to himself using the Force, essentially ‘Force’ feeding himself. Luke opens his eyes, giving his pupil the distinctive disapproving Luke look, “Grogu.” Grogu drops the frog, and it escapes back into its natural habitat. 

Grogu goes back to meditating. Luke side-eyes the pond and reaches out his right hand lifting all of the frogs into the air. Grogu looks over when he hears the audible ribbiting; he’s surprised at this display. The surprise turns to absolute joy, and then a slight sadness crosses his face as he looks at his own little hand as if to say, “I was only able to lift one froggy while Master Luke lifted them all.” Luke drops the frogs back into the pond. 

“All right, let's go for a walk.” Luke gets up, and little Grogu follows. Luke lets him walk independently but uses the Force in an arcing sweeping motion to help Grogu keep pace with him. “I want to tell you about someone you remind me of a great deal. His name was Yoda. He was small like you, but his heart was huge, and the Force was strong in him. He once said to me, “Size matters not.” That’s how he talked. He would speak in riddles. Have you heard anyone talk like that back home? Do you remember back home?” Luke pauses, and his face gets intense, “Would you like to remember? Let me help you remember.” Luke places his hand on Grogu’s head. Grogu seems apprehensive at first, but then his little ears droop as he tries to remember with Luke’s help. 

Order 66

Grogu is wide-eyed tucked into blankets. Three Jedi stand their ground against a Legion of 501st clone troopers during the siege on the Jedi Temple during Order 66, 28 years before. The lead Jedi wielding a green lightsaber gets shot down first, the other two Jedi fall shortly after. One of the clones blasts the downed Jedi, ensuring the job is done. The 501st move in toward Grogu as we come back to the present. 

Grogu’s force memory is portrayed differently from Boba Fett’s dream memories. When we were getting a glimpse of Fett’s past, they were through his dreams which would transition from a slightly hazy filter overall before clarifying we had taken a step back in the timeline. Grogu’s memory vision was consistent with the warm Jedi vision filter of the haloed fish eye lens, where the vision is focused briefly on specific people and events in time. 

“Welcome back,” Luke and Grogu are sitting next to a scenic river surrounded by mountains. “The galaxy is a dangerous place, Grogu. I will teach you to protect yourself.” 

“Attachment is Forbidden” 

Djarin made himself comfortable on the newly constructed bench as he awaited an audience with someone other than droids. Laying flat on his back, he hears a twig snap underfoot. Quickdraw, ever ready. Ahsoka Tano poses next to a tree. “You. I didn’t expect to see you here,” Djarin says, surprised to see this familiar face. “I’m an old friend of the family,” she explains. That’s an understatement. “I thought you weren’t going to help train Grogu,” Djarin inquires, confused. “I’m not. Master Luke is,” Ahsoka is not offering up much information. “Then what are you doing here?” he presses further. “That’s my question for you,” she approaches R2 with a smile on her face. “I’m here to see the kid,” Djarin explains. “That’s why R2 brought you to me instead,” she rubs R2’s dome with an impish giggle. “What is this place?” Djarin is still looking for answers after being ignored. Ahsoka explains how it will be a great school one day, and Grogu will be the school's first student. “I’d like to know how he’s doing,” Din admits. “He’s doing fine,” the elusive gatekeeper says. “I wanna see him,” he pushes. Ahsoka heavily sighs, “I know you do. Let us take a walk.”

She leads him away from the unfinished temple back through the bamboo forest. Djarin checks to see if R2 will be following. R2 stays put. “I warned you when we met that your attachment to Grogu would be difficult to let go of,” she reminds him. “He was a Mandalorian foundling in my care. I just want to make sure he is safe,” Ahsoka can see through that simple reasoning knowing Din’s attachment to Grogu. “There is no place in the galaxy more safe than here with Luke,” she makes a strong point. “I don’t understand why you’re all right with Skywalker’s decision to train the kid when you wouldn’t,” Djarin is still trying to understand the ways of the Jedi. “Because it was his choice. I don’t control the wants of others,” Ahsoka did not want to take Grogu on as a padawan, but Luke is eager to start a new Jedi Academy and rebuild the Order. “Then, it’s my choice to go and see him,” determined to not let Ahsoka stand in his way. “Of course. If that is what you wish,” she looks off to the hill with the short tree with Luke and Grogu in the distance. 

“Are you doing this for Grogu, or are you doing this for yourself?” she asks. Djarin stops, “I just… I wanna give him this.” He pulls the founding gift wrapped in the orange and white kerchief resembling its recipient from the back of his belt. “Why? So he will remember you?” she presses, trying to expose his true intentions. “No. As a Mandalorian foundling, he should have this. It’s his right,” he explains. “Foundling. Perhaps he is a Padawan now,” she emphasizes that Grogu’s path has changed since he’s now in Luke’s care. “Well, either way, this armor will protect him,” Din gazes off into the distance, seeing Grogu with Luke in his new life. 

“If you are set on it, then allow me to deliver it,” Ahsoka offers a compromise. “I came all this way. He’s right there,” Din wants to reunite with Grogu. It’s not just about the Mandalorian right as a foundling. Ahsoka approaches and places her hand on his shoulder, “Grogu misses you a great deal. If he sees you, it will only make things more difficult for him.” Djarin looks on for a moment. He turns to Ahsoka, “Make sure he’s protected,” handing over Grogu’s right. 

She takes it from him, slightly surprised at his understanding of the situation and his sacrifice in not seeing him up close. He leaves her with the gift, making his way back to his ship. Grogu watches the unfamiliar ship leave, reaching out toward it. Was he able to sense Din’s presence? 

From One Generation to the Next

Luke sets down the backpack he was carrying Grogu in. “All right. It’s time to continue your training. Let’s see you jump.” Grogu does a little froggy jump. “Really? That’s all you got? Bend down, jump, and as you do, feel the Force flow through you,” Luke instructs. Grogu hesitates, thinks hard, and attempts another froggy jump. “You’re trying too hard. Don’t try. Do,” repeating what Master Yoda told him to do in his training days.  

Luke takes Grogu for a run in the backpack through the bamboo forest, reminding us of the days he trained with Yoda on Dagobah. “Hang On,” he does one of his signature flips. Luke jumps out on what appears to be a rock but is really some kind of water buffalo boar. He jumps from rock to rock, makes his way back to the forest, and climbs a tall bamboo stalk giving them a view of the valley and river below. “Look. The wide world exists in balance. Feel the Force all around you.” They close their eyes in meditation. Luke’s theme song plays. “Through the Force, you will find balance as well.” 

Down near the river, Luke and Grogu run through a concentration exercise. Grogu precariously balances on one leg on a downed mossy tree in the river. He slips but remains on the branch. “Use the Force,” Luke urges. He tries again. “That’s it. Very good. Better,” commends Luke. Grogu balances on bamboo, watches as Luke ignites his green lightsaber, and goes through the training stances and movements. 

Luke introduces an old familiar tool, “This is a training remote. It will test your reflexes.” He sets it next to Grogu, who is unsure of what to do with it, so he rolls it back toward Luke. “No, that isn’t how it works,” he sets it next to Grogu again. “This is how it works.” He uses the Force to turn the remote on. The remote starts to whoosh around. It blasts at Grogu’s feet. Grogu flies back, and lands on his backside, stunned that this thing would dare shoot at him. “Get back up. Always get back up,” a great life lesson from Luke. Grogu gets up. The training remote takes another shot at him, but Grogu leaps out of the way with the aid of the Force. “Very good.” 

Grogu’s training progresses. He’s a fast learner. He leaps from rock to rock into the river, dodging the training remote shots. He adorably jumps and scurries away as Luke watches from the shore. Ahsoka joins Luke. She has the orange and white kerchief in her hands. Grogu seems to tire of his training, and Force focuses on the training remote, crushing it. It explodes, falling into the river. Grogu squeals happily at his accomplishment.

“You’ve taught him well,” Ahsoka commends. “It’s more like he’s remembering than I’m actually teaching him anything,” Luke admits. “Sometimes the student guides the master,” she offers a layered riddle. They stand observing Grogu from afar for a moment. “The Mandalorian was here,” Luke felt Din’s presence. “As I told you. The two share a strong bond, and he brought him a gift,” she offers the kerchief. Luke weighs the gift in his hand, “Sometimes I wonder if his heart is in it.” “So much like your father,” Ahsoka smiles admiringly at Luke, remembering her old Master, Anakin Skywalker.

“What should I do about him?” Luke muses aloud, troubled. “Trust your instincts,” Ahsoka reminds him. Grogu decides to take a nap on the rock in the river after his busy day of training. “Will I see you again?” Luke sensing Ahsoka will be leaving. “Perhaps. May the Force be with you,” she puts her right hand over her heart and bows slightly, taking a final look at Grogu. Luke looks again at the gift contemplating what to do, watching over Grogu’s naptime. 

The Motley Crew

Djarin heads back to Tatooine. He lands the N-1 fighter in Fett’s palace hangar. He’s greeted by one of the Gamorrean guards who inquires of his business, not keen on letting him pass. “I’m here at the request of Fennec Shand.” That seems to be the magic password; the guard leads Djarin further into the palace. 

Boba Fett, (There he is!), with the Mods, Krrsantan, and Fennec Shand gather around a holo map of Mos Espa for a meeting, “The Pyke Syndicate has been gathering soldiers the last few weeks. Mayor Mok Shaiz is on their payroll and has flown off-world, which leads us to believe the storm is about to break,” Fennec circles around the map, explaining the current situation. Mok Shaiz’s majordomo approaches and corrects her, “It was a scheduled vacation, actually.” Fennec gives him a dirty look and continues, “Here’s a map of where they are gathering, based on whispers. The three crime families of Mos Espa seem willing to lay low and let the Pykes move on our territory,” she turns to acknowledge a new presence in the throne room. “This is the Mandalorian, Din Djarin.” He nods at Fett, and Fett nods back. “Thanks to him and Krrsantan, we now have enough experienced muscle to act as enforcers. The Mods have done a thorough job of surveying the streets, but we lack the numbers to cover our territory if an all-out war comes. We need foot soldiers.” “I might be able to help with that,” Djarin offers, prompting a surprised turn from those in the circle around the holomap. 

Djarin makes his way across the desert in the N-1 fighter on his new quest. He spots a Jawa Sandcrawler with the skull of the Krayt dragon mounted on top, acting as a sunshade canopy, and circles it. In The Mandalorian Chapter 9: The Marshal, we see Djarin’s battle with the Krayt dragon with a number of unlikely allies taking down a large communal problem. It seems the Jawas laid claim to part of it as a trophy. Djarin has been making a lot of waves out in the Dune Sea with his recent adventures. The Jawa’s recognize his ship since they have helped bring in rare parts and excitedly point and wave as he flies away. You always remember a good tipper. 

Attempting New Alliances With Old Friends

Djarin brings the N-1 fighter over Mos Pelgo, landing at the edge of town. “You want to park your starship; you got to do it out there in the flats,” the new deputy swaggers over. Ignoring the suggestion, Djarin states, “I’m looking for Marshal Vanth.” “I don’t think you heard what I said,” the deputy says condescendingly. “I heard you,” Djarin affirms. “I’ll take it from here, deputy,” Cobb Vanth approaches with a big smile on his face. There is a pause as the deputy walks away out of earshot. “He’s new. Still a bit jumpy. Is that a Naboo starfighter?” Vanth excitedly changed the subject and showed himself to be a real prequel fan. 

“That’s what it started off as. Haven’t seen you since you gave up your armor. How have you been?” Djarin inquires. “More careful. Where’s the little guy?” Vanth asks about Grogu. “Back with his own folk,” Djarin simply explains. “That’s too bad,” Grogu leaves behind a big impression on people despite being small in size. “I guess we both lost something we were fond of,” Vanth commiserates. “Can I buy you a drink?” Djarin offers. Vanth takes one last look admiring the shiny antique ship. Freetown’s local cantina has gotten an upgrade since the last time Djarin was here. The ribs and spine from the Krayt dragon have been assembled inside, adding an extra source of ambiance. 

“I need you to lead a garrison. Your people are good fighters, and there’s plenty of credit in it for them too,” Djarin explains. Fett is more than happy to compensate the people of Tatooine who will stand against the Syndicate. “The peace is intact, Mando. We took out that dragon. My people don’t want to fight no more,” Vanth is straight with Djarin of the current mindset of his people. “Your town might be good for now, but it’s all part of the same planet. We need good people to step up, or the spice is bound to come through these parts,” Djarin is unaware of Vanth’s previous run-in with the Pykes. “As long as I’m here, that’s not a problem,” Vantha takes a drink, “so why should they risk their lives for this Boba Fett?” “Mos Pelgo might be good right now…” Djarin taps the table and reiterates his point as he gets corrected by the Weequay bartender, “ Freetown.” “It’s called Freetown now,” Vanth confirms. “We changed the name. Suits us better,” the Weequay goes on to explain. “Well, I fought side-by-side with the citizens of Freetown, and they’re brave people, and the Pyke Syndicate has us outnumbered, and we need your help,” Djarin reasons. “The town wants no part of it. That’s a city folk fight,” the Weequay again interjects. 

“Is that what you say too, Marshal?” Djarin pushes, wondering what the Marshall’s real stance is on the situation. “We’re square, you and me,” Vanth says, weighing the safety of his citizens carefully before he agrees to anything that may disrupt the peace. “Yes, we are. But I didn’t think you were one to back down from bullies,” Djarin calls Vanth out, knowing very well this lawman has a strong sense for justice and doing what’s right. “See, that’s what I like about you, Mando. That big smile of yours lets you get away with anything,” Cobb playfully teases. “There’s no easy way to ask for a favor,” Din openly admits. “I’ll tell you what. Things are tough around here, but I’ll see what I can do,” Vanth seems to want to help but knows his responsibility is first to his people and their wants and needs. Djarin nods. 

Vanth and the Weequay stand outside the cantina and watch Djarin leave in his starfighter. “Get the word out. I want all men and women of fighting age to come to town. I want to have a meeting,” it’s time for Vanth to have a town hall about what’s been going on in their territory. “It’s not our problem, Marshal,” the Weequay argues. “No, but it might be, after they hear what I’m gonna say,” Vanth wants to come clean about his recent experience and see if there have been any other ongoing issues with the Pykes. The Weequay goes back inside. 

A Lone Stranger on the Horizon 

The heat of the Tatooine suns distorts a new apparition on the horizon. Vanth immediately recognizes a threat, “Hey, Jo. Do me a favor and tell these people to head inside for a spell.” Jo takes a look at the incoming stranger, “Is something wrong, Marshal?” she asks. “I hope not. Just rather err on the side of safety,” Vanth being honest. 

Cobb Vanth walks out into the middle of Freetown’s street to square off with the visitor. The townsfolk head inside, as deputy Scott steps outside, “What’s going on, boss?” “Let me handle this, Deputy,” Vanth doesn’t want the amateur adding any extra distractions. “I’m not leaving you out here alone,” Scott stubbornly refuses. The stranger approaches and squares off, “Cobb Vanth,” the newcomer says in a dry, gritty, distinctive voice. “And who might you be?” wonders Vanth. “Whatever Fett is paying you, we’ll match, and all you’ve got to do is stay put and let things play out,” keeping his head low and eyes obscured. “Hey, the Marshal ain’t for sale,” the deputy unhelpfully offers from the sidelines. Vanth gives him an incredulous look. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name,”  Vanth carefully pries. The stranger finally looks up. A blue-skinned, red-eyed Duros with jagged pointed teeth. The stranger doesn’t give his name to Vanth, but he is a familiar face to the Star Wars universe: Cad Bane. 

“I’d be careful where I was sticking my nose if I were you,” warns the stranger. The Deputy starts slowly advancing, trying to be discreet. “Is that friendly advice or a threat?” Vanth asks. “Boba Fett is a cold-blooded killer who worked with the Empire,” the stranger reminds Vanth. “You tell your spice runners Tatooine is closed for business. This planet’s seen enough violence,” Vanth’s stance is becoming more evident as a direct threat is being sent his way. “You should’ve never given up your armor,” the stranger is well informed of recent events. News travels fast in these parts. The stranger draws back the left side of his long coat, revealing his blaster. Vanth instinctually moves for his blaster, ready for a draw. There is a prolonged standoff. 

Deputy Scott slowly inches his way toward Bane with itchy fingers ready to draw. Vanth can sense the amateur about to make a big mistake and takes his eyes off Bane. Bane draws and blasts Vanth. The amateur doesn’t even get his blaster out of his holster and Bane guns him down next with multiple shots. 

“Tatooine belongs to the Syndicate. As long as the spice keeps running, everyone will be left alone,” Cad Bane slowly turns and walks out of town. The people of Freetown come out from hiding and rush to Cobb Vanth’s side. “Is he okay?” “The Marshall, is he breathing?” Cobb Vanth is not moving. The Weequay looks after Bane as he’s leaving vengeance in his eyes. If Freetown wasn’t concerned about taking a side before, the Syndicate just forced their hand. 

A Sanctuary No More 

Two Pykes enter The Sanctuary, a cantina run by the Twi’lek Garsa Fwip, with a camtono. As always, The Sanctuary is lively and full of customers. Garsa notices the Pykes enter and speaks closely with the yellow Twi’lek server we have seen throughout the series. There is a black and white drum droid that looks to be a modified R5 unit laying down some solid, rhythmic beats. It looks like Max Rebo is either on break or took the night off. 

The yellow and green Twi’lek servers approach the Pyke’s table, “Can we take your helmets for a cleaning?” This gesture typically implies Garsa will pay tribute to them. The Pykes refuse the ‘cleaning.’ The two servers return to Garsa and shake their heads. The two Pykes get up to leave, Garsa watches them go, perplexed. She was willing to pay to keep peace. 

A server droid calls out, “Oh, wait! You forgot your camtono.” Realization lights Garsa's eyes as we see a massive explosion. The Sanctuary erupts in flames. The Pyke Syndicate has declared war. 

A Big Choice For A Little One 

The main building of Luke’s Jedi Academy has been completed. Luke sits cross-legged from Grogu with a maroon cloth set between them. Luke places the orange and white kerchief on the maroon cloth to his left and unwraps Din’s present for Grogu: It’s a small chainmail shirt made from Beskar. “The Mandalorian wanted you to have this.” Grogu gets up to go to his new present, “But before you take it, I will give you a choice. This is a lightsaber.” Luke ignites the blade, and Grogu makes little excited breathy noises in anticipation. “It belonged to my teacher, Master Yoda. And now, I’m offering it to you,” he places the lightsaber on his right with his gloved hand. 

“But you may choose only one. If you choose the armor, You’ll return to your friend, the Mandalorian. However, you will be giving in to attachment to those that you love and forsaking the way of the Jedi. But if you choose the lightsaber, you will be the first student in my academy, and I will train you to be a great Jedi. It will take you many years to master the ways of the Force, and you may never see the Mandalorian again because, Grogu, a short time for you is a lifetime for someone else,” knowing Grogu’s species can live for hundreds of years Luke is trying to give the child a realistic view of his connection to his human, Din Djarin. Master Yoda was 900 years old when he passed away in Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back. Grogu contemplates which path he will choose, looking at both items, back and forth, weighing what each means. “Which do you choose?” Grogu looks up at Luke. 


Easing back into the story, getting teased with a standoff between Cobb Vanth and the Pykes, I thought we would be seeing a further in-depth development between the Syndicate and Boba Fett since the tension is running high on Tatooine and we spent the last chapter solely detoured with Din Djarin. I was wrong. 

Getting to see Luke Skywalker’s Jedi Academy in the first phases of being built was a welcomed surprise. The intermingling of fates throughout Star Wars history is brought to the fore once again but left me wondering when we would return to Fett’s story arch. Djarin is eager to see Grogu, but the man literally gets benched by R2 and Ahsoka while we get an introduction of Grogu’s training with Luke. 

Let’s talk about Luke. The technology used to capture young Mark Hamill’s essence has greatly improved from when we saw him last in the finale of the Mandalorian Season 2. A popular YouTuber that goes by the alias Shamook was hired by Lucasfilm’s Industrial Light and Magic, also known as ILM, after they greatly improved the visual effects on a de-aged Mark Hamill and posted a side by side comparison on their channel. Since Shamook is now a part of ILM, we can assume they had a large part in helping the believability of making sure the visual effects of a much younger Luke Skywalker were pristine. Shamook’s alias is not credited for this chapter, but their real name remains unknown. Their work is phenomenal, and it’s great to see talent being recognized and utilized for the greater good of the galaxy. 

Grogu’s memory of his time at the temple, while Order 66 was taking place, was intriguing and still leaves us with a lot of questions. During his memory vision, there was a focus on one of the 501st, highlighting their helmet and T-shaped visor very reminiscent of the Mandalorian helmet’s T-shaped visor. Did Grogu feel kin to Djarin when they first met because he had grown to trust that familiar helmet? Who saved Grogu from the Jedi Temple? Was it one of the clones? Did the clones take Grogu to Anakin as he was descending into darkness? Maybe Grogu sensed Luke’s likeness to his father? We can only speculate at this point. 

Speaking of Anakin Skywalker… Anakin, Luke’s father, trained Ahsoka. Yoda, presuming he’s Grogu’s father, trained Luke. Luke is now taking on his former Master’s child as hopefully his first student with some help and guidance from Ahsoka. Ahsoka clearly adores Luke, reminding her of another life during the Clone Wars, when Luke’s father was once a good man. It was refreshing to see them all together, being the last of their kind, sharing some warmhearted moments after all they have each been through in their own turbulent journeys. When timing and the right circumstances align, we should note and treasure those quiet moments when we’re with our tribes. 

Djarin insisting on Grogu being given a right of a Mandalorian foundling despite returning him to the Jedi created a reason to see Grogu again. Once being expelled from his own Tribe for violating his creed, seeing Grogu again carried a weight it may not have before. Coming to terms with the code Grogu would have to live by if he followed the path of a Jedi was like watching a father realize his child was growing up and that child didn’t need to rely on him any longer. His conversation with Ahsoka shed further light on how different Mandalorian and Jedi creeds are in terms of loyalty and attachment. He was able to see Grogu from afar, ensuring he was safe and happy. But was left disappointed without a formal reunion with his child, understanding ‘this is the way’ Grogu will need to follow from now on if he is to be a successful Jedi. 

When Djarin returns to Tatooine to follow up on helping Fett, we get to see our man Boba Fett for a total of one minute and nine seconds. Yes, I timed it. Fett did not say anything during this scene, only offering a nod to Djarin on his arrival. The Pykes have been busy, and Fett and his crew have been making preparations. Djarin offers to try to add numbers to help support Fett’s endeavors against the Syndicate taking hold of Tatooine. Paying a visit to Cobb Vanth, an old friend and ally, Djarin attempts to rally Vanth’s support from the people of Freetown, showing he has diplomacy skills and is willing to take the initiative on behalf of a good cause. He leaves with no guarantee anyone would want to get involved and formally take a side. As far as Freetown is concerned, the Syndicate problem is not their problem. Yet.

A stranger arrives with a message from the Syndicate. Even though I was barely able to make out who it was within the first glimpse on the horizon, I knew who the Pyke Syndicate was sending to make a statement. I feared for Cobb Vanth and was not surprised by the outcome of the duel. I knew this character had a storied past with a younger Boba Fett: Cad Bane. Cad Bane was first introduced in The Clone Wars animated series. Cad Bane’s character design is inspired by the villainous Angel Eyes played by Lee Van Cleef from the classic western: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. Cad Bane is one of the most notoriously ruthless and dangerous bounty hunters in the galaxy who leaves a trail of bodies in his wake and doesn’t care about collateral damage. He only cares about himself and the credits. This man knows nothing of loyalty, creeds, or tribes. The ante has been upped for the stakes of Tatooine. 

Luke giving Grogu a choice to determine his own future is something new for the Jedi. Before the Empire, the Jedi of the Republic would recruit its members shortly after birth, not giving the being a choice in their own destiny. The choice Grogu faced meant a beginning of a new chapter. That choice would cement his fate on that path. Luke presents Din’s gift of a beskar chainmail shirt and then offers Yoda’s lightsaber with the admonition that Grogu could only choose one. Will Grogu follow in the footsteps of his presumed biological father as Luke did? Or will he return to his adoptive father and try a new way of life very different from what is expected of him because of his force sensitivity? We’ll have to wait to see in the next chapter. 

What did you think of Chapter 6? Let me know in the comments!  

Book of Boba Fett - Getting to Know the Man Behind the Mask Chapter 3


Chapter 3: The Streets of Mos Espa

 Forever Altered

As the chapter starts, we see a throwback to a familiar horrifying background creature, a B’omarr monk, skittering toward the new Daimyo’s palace. Essentially these extreme monks are enlightened beings who opted to have their brains removed from the physical body and placed into a jar in a spider-like walker droid.  It’s nice to see a familiar aspect of the palace return to its home. The palace was originally the B’omarr monks' monastery. Over time, smugglers and crime lords adopted this structure as their own safe haven. Most who rose to power left the monks to their own devices, content with living side by side with them. This opening, simple as it may be, is heavy in foreshadowing what is to come. 

In the Daimyo’s court, 8D8 seems hesitant to offend his new boss by mentioning the previous being in power, Jabba. Fett does not care if previous powers are mentioned. The dead will not hurt his ego. 8D8 then explains the three families of Mos Espa: The Trandoshans who control the city center, the Aquila presides over the worker’s district, and the Klatooinians control the spaceport and upper sprawl of the city. Bib did not have the power of Jabba. He relied on uneasy alliances to preserve his tribute and title. “Where does that leave us now,” Fett asks. “Everyone is waiting to see what kind of leader you are,” states the droid.  

A vassal, Lortha Peel, played by Stephen Root, seeks an audience with the Daimyo without an appointment. Fett is willing to see him despite the breach in protocol. “No one respects you.” What a way to start the conversation. Peel claims the streets have turned to chaos.

An interesting note about this conversation is Lortha tends to heavily rely on alluding to specific events and dances around directly broaching certain topics. Fett quietly demands those who rely on this form of communication to state what they mean and spell out what they are thinking to have a clear view of what exactly he’s dealing with. That way, there will be no confusion from clear, concise communication. State what you mean.

Lortha Peel is a water broker for the moisture farmers. He takes a percentage from them, acts as a middle man, and sells water to the locals. The problem he claims is a gang of youths who are half men and half machine who modify themselves to make themselves more deadly. They’ve been taking his water and not paying what he is charging. He promises the Daimyo double the tribute if he solves the problem. Fett makes a comment about growing up surrounded by water. 

 "If There's A Bright Center Of The Universe, You're On The Planet That's Farthest From."

Fett walks the streets himself, accompanied by his usual entourage of Fennec and the Gamorrean guards to observe and solve the issue. He follows the sound of the driving bass of a trap music mix with a hard electric hook mixed in reverberating down the open streets. (I want a soundtrack from this series). He finds the gang, youths who have undergone mechanical modification to suit their personal identities. This group stands out as extremely different from the rest of the beige Tatooine setting. The colorful gang seems to wish to be anywhere other than on this backwater world, with their wardrobe, modifications, and larger world views reflecting youths from the Core worlds. They are out of place on this desert world with their shiny enhancements and shiny rides. Their rides remind me of the colorful speeders on Coruscant we saw in Episode II, which was inspired by George Lucas' film American Graffiti. This part of the episode drew a lot of inspiration from Episode II, in which we met Boba’s father, Jango Fett. We saw a bit of the Coruscant underworld, and there was a nice colorful speeder chase. 

The Daimyo confronts the gang about their water theft. They openly admit to stealing the water with no remorse and claim it’s a crime what the water broker is charging: a month's wages for a week's worth of water. “Look, old man,” states one of the girls, Drash, the gang leader played by Sophie Thatcher.  “My name is Boba Fett.” He is again reinforcing his name and his right to rule. “I am the Daimyo of this district, and I will bring order.” ‘You’re a crime boss like the rest of them,” Drash shoots back. It’s a glaring contradiction. He discovers they have no work, which is why they have been stealing water. He takes his helmet off and states, “Then you will work for me. You’ve got guts; I’ll give you that. You better fight as good as you talk.” 

The water broker comes out of his shop and demands that the gang owes him 1300 credits. “For water?!” Fett is visibly angry at this price. “Take the 500 and consider it resolved if you want to continue to do business in my territory. If you don’t like it, you can move to Mos Eisley (the den of scum and villainy). And cut your prices.” His word is law. 

Grainy Transition to the Past

In the Bacta Pod, a returning dream haunts Boba where he is a boy on Kamino watching Jango, his father, leave for a job. Not long ago, he saw this same vision in his vision quest for the Gafferdi stick. We flashback to his time with the Tuskens. We see him on a somber trek across the Dune Sea atop a Bantha in it’s slow lumbering course. As Boba enters the city atop the beast, clothed in his robes of the Tuskens, he sees clues of the Empire's fall. Stormtrooper helmets streaked in blood and scorch marks are on pikes in clear display for all. Do those familiar helmets remind him of his own origins? Peli Motto, the spunky mechanic we were introduced to in the Mandalorian, and her droids make their way through the streets in a cameo. 

Fett approaches where the Pyke syndicate is located in town. They are expecting him. “Protection arrangements are all a part of doing business in the Outer Rim,” the Pyke leader, voiced by Phil LaMarr, understands how business is done. There is a catch: The superiors on Oba Diah are unwilling to pay protection to more than one party. The Kintan Striders, a bandit gang, are already collecting payment for the territory that belongs to the Tuskens. Fett argues the sands have belonged to the Tuskens since before the oceans dried. The Pyke leader is firm; the syndicate is willing to do business with one party, not both. Fett states he will resolve this problem and return. 

As Fett returns to camp on his Bantha, he sees smoke in the distance. The camp has been decimated by the bandit gang. The Tuskens are all dead. The Kintan Striders left their mark on one of the tents to send a warning. Fett is just one man, but he will stop at nothing to complete his goals once he’s made up his mind. 

“Not just the men, but the women and the children too.”

Fett lies to rest the bodies of his fallen clan, cremating them just as they did when they took some losses from the train skirmish in the last chapter. He adds the Gaderffii of the fallen to the fire. He adds one last stick, which is much smaller than the rest, the training stick from his little friend whom he saved from the sand beast in the first episode. This child clearly looked up to Boba throughout their unlikely friendship and was so proud of Boba as he became a part of the clan. Fett takes a moment to mourn his losses. He once knew family with his father, Jango, and he gained another with the Tuskens in his rebirth. Yet again, he is alone. 

Abruptly he is awoken from his dream in his Bacta tank by Krrsantan. The Wookiee gets the jump on the vulnerable Daimyo and makes the most of his advantage in this fight. The Daimyo is without his armor or any weapons and gets thrown around extensively in this fight. 

Weapon of Choice

Fett makes it over to his weapons and chooses his ready-to-go Gaderffii (gaffi stick), which he lodges in the Wookiees massive back. Krrsantan bear hugs Fett attempting to break his back, crush his ribs, and burst his organs. People like to whisper about Wookiee dismemberment being terrible, but getting an aggressive bear hug would be a worse way to end a fight. 

The youth gang steps in to even the odds in the fight. They’re a scrappy bunch who work well together, and they do know how to fight. Their numbers are in their favor, and Krrsantan makes a run for it straight into the Gamorrean guards. The Gamorreans are loyal to the new Daimyo and take damage. The modified youths catch up and surround Krrsantan as he’s standing on the pit’s grate in the throne room. Fennec once again pulls the lever to send yet another tumbling into the pit.

Once Krrsantan has been caged. Fett demands the Gamorrean who took damage get to his bacta tank for healing. The new Daimyo shows he is loyal to those loyal to him. He wants his people in tip-top shape because there will be many more attempts on his life with how things are going. 

 Mixed Messages 

“Enjoy the trappings,” Fennec chides as she digs into a banquet. It’s clear Fett has other things on his mind. “Everyone is watching. Waiting for me to make the next move. I must respond. I have to send a message.” Fennec thinks locking Krrsantan in the dungeon is enough. The gears are turning in Fett’s head, and he thinks this will just give the Hutts another opportunity to strike. They did warn him to sleep lightly. 

As he is musing over an untouched feast fit for a king, 8D8 apologetically interrupts, “The Twins are here. They have brought a gift.” The Hutts have come to apologize. They admit to sending the wookiee to kill him but come bearing a gift. Talk about sending mixed messages. The Twins offer the new Daimyo a rancor, along with a handler for the beast. Danny Trejo makes the perfect rancor trainer. Fennec seems very impressed with the gift of the rancor.

Fett warns the Hutt Twins to clear off Tatooine, and he would consider a truce. They agree but admit to leaving for a reason other than Fett. “There is something you should know.” “We have both been lied to.” “This territory has already been promised to another syndicate.” The Mayor, Mok Shaiz, is making promises and deals that are beyond his to make. The Hutts again state they don’t want a war because it’s bad for business. They recommend Fett leave Tatooine as well. 

The Daimyo offers to release Krrsantan back to the Hutts, but they decline, saying the Wookiee is a part of their tribute. If the Daimyo doesn’t want him,  he could sell Krrsantan to the gladiators. “Release him.” Fett does not barter and sell beings. Addressing Krrsantan, “ No hard feelings. It’s just business. Take it from an ex-bounty hunter, don’t work for scugholes. It’s not worth it.” 

 “Quite the gift.” 

Fett inspects his new beast in the pit, wondering why this monster is just lying there. “It’s depressed. Rancors are emotionally complex creatures,” explains the handler. Fett asked why the rancor is wearing blinders. “It’s a calf bred from champions for fighting,” the rancor trainer explains he saved this one to train himself. The blinders are because rancors imprint on the first human they see. Rancors are actually quite peaceful unless threatened. Over time the beast can be loving. They’re powerful fighters but form strong bonds with their owners, which explains why Jabba’s rancor handler was visibly upset, breaking down in tears when that beast was vanquished by Luke Skywalker in Return of the Jedi. “It is said that the witches of Dathomir even rode them through the forest and fens.” This lore runs deep in the Star Wars universe and was further cemented in canon by this statement. 

Fett surprises the handler, “I want to ride it. I’ve ridden beasts ten times its size. Teach me.” The handler seems reluctant and warns of the time and discipline it will take to master the bond. Fett is adamant, “We begin today.” Boba clearly feels drawn to this creature, kin to its nature, being bred to fight from champions much like his own origin. He already seems at ease with the beast and genuinely smiles at it. Boba was fascinated with the beasts fighting in the gladiator pit on Geonosis as a boy. He seems to have not lost that boyish fascination with large ferocious beasts later in life. 8D8 tries to interrupt the Daimyo as he is bonding with the creature, and this is the first time Boba tells the droid no. 

The droid's message is important; the Mayor is putting the Daimyo off once again. That won’t do. The Daimyo poses up and heads into town, now flanked by his new addition of the mechanically modified youth gang. Once in the Mayor’s office, Fett and Fennec are met with excuses of the Mayor’s schedule being complicated. Fennec threatens violence if they’re not let in to see the Mok Shiaz. His Twi’lek aid seems to weigh his next move carefully. He disappears behind the door, locking it behind himself. Fennec immediately opens the door panel and unlocks it with a quick snip of her knife. 

“Dank Farrick”

The office is empty. Fett and Fennec rush out to see the Twi’lek escaping in a speeder. The shiny speeder gang of youths takes off after him. They chase the Twi’lek through the streets of Mos Espa, making quite the splash. These speeders are not geared to go incredibly fast in residential and business areas. It’s clear that the Twi’lek is not a great pilot and keeps making amateur mistakes. The gang finally maneuvers, so he crashes in the marketplace. The Daimyo makes his entrance via jet pack. The caught assistant admits the Mayor is working with the Pykes. 

Fett plants eyes at the spaceport and gets the report that confirms what others have been saying: the Pykes are arriving in large numbers on a commercial starline. This is just the first wave. They’re going to war. “Then we will be ready,” the Daimyo states. 


This chapter had layers. The Daimyo is still struggling to assert his dominance over his new territory with various aspects of minor squabbles and issues, leading to discovering much larger problems at hand. He seems to be gaining allies of worth with his steady, level-headed approach. His demand for clarification in his political dealings is going to safeguard him in the future. He’s winning over allies with his promise of loyalty for loyalty, in which he is sharing his domain with those who are helping him secure it. 

He remembers the Tuskens, who welcomed him into their clan. They gave him a second chance at life, and he is determined not to waste it. Their loss took a heavy toll on him, but he won’t forget why they did for him. 

The acquisition of a new ‘pet,’ the rancor, was a fun twist in which we were able to get a glimpse of a softer side of Boba, who clearly adores it. If he is able to tame this beast, will he eventually get the chance at taming another much larger, legendary one? I have some theories of where the story arc is headed. My hopes are high, and the story has not disappointed yet. 

This portrayal of Boba Fett is living up to every expectation I had for his character. He is a complicated man but is sticking to his guns when it comes to his own personal moral code. He wants business to be fair for all involved and on the level. If business parties are happy, then squabbling will be nonexistent, and money can be made. He understands the finesse and intricacies his new role demands. But how will the Daimyo face the new threat from the Pyke Syndicate? Will this greater threat force him to compromise? 

What did you think about Chapter 3? Let me know in the comments!

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