You may take Captain Solo to Jabba the Hutt after I have Skywalker. He’s no good to me dead. He will not be permanently damaged.
Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back (1980) dir. Irvin Kershner
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AND I GOT SMOKE, I TAKE IT SLOW, I’M NOT NICE, YOU KNOW WHERE I STAY
for @lionsaint
“It must be fate,” Boba says, inclining his head in mockery, “to find you on my doorstep again, my Lord.”
“Your previous work has impressed me,” the vocoder translates over the wheezing, “see that you don’t lose my goodwill.”
“On my doorstep like a wet tooka in need of cold meds,” he continues, inspecting a loose thread on his glove.
“You insolent, little—“
Boba blinks up at the talking dish steamer. “You gonna kill me, my Lord?” He rests his head on one hand, fingertips glancing off the white hair on his temple. “Again?”
“I imagined I had made my point.”
“Nah.”
Vader’s heavy steps echo around him and the Curse stirs under Boba’s skin. Not yet.
“Your commission is to find the traitor Keno—“
“Once more,” Boba interrupts and leans forward, “nah.” He still owes Cody one hell of a favor. Kenobi is untouchable even if Boba knew where the Jedi was. He settles back, stretches his lower back out of kinks, and lets his legs fall open. With the towering sack of bolts and circuits it’s always the better odds to appear unconcerned and buyable. Speaking of. “Besides, you can’t afford me.”
Growing up around covered faces makes him an expert on body language. So he doesn’t miss the slightest tip of the black helmet, visor pointing towards Boba’s crotch. Vader takes another menacing step forward. “One day you will cease being useful to me. Your Curse will not be enough to protect you from me, Fett.”
Bones rise out of his body, getting to skeleton feet still connected to Boba’s own. Glowing teeth snap at Vader in a grin. The threat has been accepted, rules may not apply.
“My rates for bringing in a lowlife spice dealer might be still in the Empire’s price range, my Lord,” Boba suggests, absolutely not smirking at the vocoder’s best attempt to growl.
“You—“
“Hey,” Boba interrupts gently. Feeling pity for tall, dark, and wheezing will ruin his morning plans. But the Empire’s guild pays his bills and losing Vader’s esteem will not benefit anyone. Not Boba. Not the kriffing Rebellion. “You want to chop off my arm or something?”
“It would make me feel better,” Vader allows after a second.
Boba hops up from the rubble mistaken as a chair. “Admitting to feelings, my Lord? You got a new therapist?” He pats a black shoulder, indulging in a moment of self-pity that he has to reach up so high. “Come on, we both have places to be.”
“Chop chop?” Vader suggests drily.
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CodyWan on tatooine AUs could be made instantly funnier (or angstier) by the fact that Boba also lives on tatooine
I know he doesn’t give enough of a shit about the clones to know who Cody is, or even be particularly bothered by seeing miscellaneous clones out there living their lives. He works for Jabba not the empire, what does he care?
That being said I still have just a vivid mental image of Boba and Cody like
In Anchorhead while Cody is trying to buy some desert melons.
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