Boba Fett: Tax Collector
Written by Karen Traviss
Dedicated to the Mando fanatics and the creators of the Jedi Tax Code.
Scene 1: Boba Fett entered the Raltiir Senator's cushy apartment without springing the multitude of alarms. Those feeble defenses were already hacked and deactivated. The poor old Senator never saw it coming, his attention too raptly entrenched in the holodrama playing on his big screen entertainment center.
Fett's cold raspy voice cut through like a knife. "It's time, Denga. Pay up or else."
The Senator's head snapped around and as his eyes saw the intruder, they bulged in fear. "No, no...I swear...I'll pay the tax...I just don't have the credits right now...look...I can get a loan, or win it back at the casinos from the Hutts..."
"That's not going to work this time, Denga." Fett's blaster rose with deadly precision.
The message was clear: you don't double cross the tax man, especially when he's a Mando.
"I believe toys resonate with us as humans, we can hold them, it's tactile, real! They are totems for our extended beliefs and imaginations. A fetish for ideas that hold as much interest and passion as old religious relics for some. We display them in our homes. They show who we are. They are signals for similar thinking people. A way we connect with each other...and I guess thats why I do toys. That connection." -Ashley Wood