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The green armoured Daimyo

CHAPTER 1 / THE DAY IT STARTED

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You were just a cleaner at Garsa's Sanctuary when news broke of the new Daimyo who came into town, upon meeting him you realise the power he holds go further then just running Mos Espa. Luckily for you Boba Fett seems to take some interest in you, and you of course take the offer !! Reader is in her 20s !!

Boba Fett x f!reader 8.4k words It was a normal night at the Sanctuary, but news of Fortuna's death arrived and changes were about to happen to Mos Espa Dom! Boba Fett x sub! Reader Chapter warnings: Alcohol mention, masturbation Mando'a translations: mesh'la - beautiful

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The day it happened will forever be burnt into your brain, in everyway possible.

You are on your shift, grabbing the tubes to rinse the next glass that's lined up next to the other 10. It was a busy night in the Sanctuary, Garsa managed to advertise tonight's event to even citizens on the edge of Mos Espa. The cantina was full of people shouting and cheering, drinking while laughing, in the background was Max and the band playing quietly, well they weren't exactly playing quietly, the cantina was just that loud they were being drowned out.

The kitchen was usually the quietest place here simply so you staff could hear each other if needed. As you placed the last glass down for drying you washed your hands to rid of the cleaning chemicals you just used, you could hear the buzz of the street lamps humming off the side of the building as it came through the wide window in the kitchen, giving a weird comfort sound.

You had been working in the cantina for a couple of years now, you moved to Tatooine out of fear, you had basically ran away from home. Well, ran away from the new corrupt government that was coming in. Everyone had thought that now the Empire was gone you would all be safe and free to do as you wished, until people took advantage of the empty space of government. Your parents were against it, which lead them to a tragic end, there was no point in staying there anymore, everyone you loved was gone.

Tatooine would not have been your first choice, who in their right mind would come to this dump of a planet? But that is also exactly why you came here, you would be left alone, free to find a new start in life.

It was by chance you started working here. You were going into every cantina, every shop, every market stall, and every mechanic begging for work, but no one would take you. When you came across the Sanctuary you felt out of place, everyone in here was dressed in these beautiful clothes and clearly had more than enough money.

Then she appeared, Garsa Fwip.

She was wearing this beautiful light blue dress that tied around her neck, and having matching blue fabric around her head-tails, she was absolutely stunning.

''Welcome to the Sanctuary, how can I help you today?'' Her voice was so calm, but so questioning. A feeling of judgment was coming off customers as your clothes were not the type you would wear in somewhere like this, however no judgement from her.

''I was wondering if I could speak to who is in charge?'' You asked, earning a smile and raised eyebrows ''that would be me'' Garsa replies.

You blink a couple of times, feeling stupid even though how could you have possibly known who she was. ''Oh, I'm sorry, I was just wondering if you were hiring? Please, I can do anything, I'm begging just give me a chance. I-I can't live on what I've got and I can't go home-''

''Can you clean?'' Her soft voice asks, cutting off your ramble. You nod quickly, not wanting to lose the chance. ''Well, we have just had a new job opportunity in the kitchen, somebody recently left to start their own new life too.''

Tears start to well up in your eyes, the overwhelming feeling of someone finally hiring you after days of rejection. ''Thank you'' you whisper, fear of sobbing in the middle of the cantina. Her hand reached out to your arm, stroking it and guiding you towards the back.

''Let's get you sorted so you can start tomorrow, does that sound okay?'' She asked, and all you can do is nod in return. Her hands soothing your arms, calming you and welcoming you into her world.

Ever since then you have worked happily in the kitchen, hearing the same buzzing sounds every night that almost sooth you, a reminder that you have a better life then you would have if you stayed at home.

You were smiling to yourself, drying your hands, thankful no one else was in the corner of the sink currently. Allowing yourself to be in your own thoughts.

Suddenly, there was footprints moving quickly past the window, the music in the cantina had quietened. What was going on?

Curiosity came over you. You dropped the towel you were drying your hands on, and left through the staff door that went onto the streets. Following the crowd and noticing everyone was gathered in an area down the street.

When you reached where everyone had stopped, you stood on your tip-toes to see what they were surrounding. It seemed they were all looking at someone, a young blue Twi'lek woman.

Chains hanging from her wrists, barefooted, sitting in the cool Tatooine sand while everyone just stared her.

Her outfit looked like the slave outfits from Jabba's Palace, the chains kind of confirmed this, was she a run away slave? Or had she been set free? But Fortuna doesn't seem like the type to allow slaves to leave.

''Are you okay?''

''Aren't you from the Palace?''

''Where did you come from?!''

''How are you here?''

''Should we take her back to the Palace?''

''Hey, tell us where you came from!''

Questions where swimming in the air around this woman, who had yet to say much. Everyone was barking questions at her, demanding answers, but she was in silence while tears stained her face.

Her eyes glued to the chains dangling from her wrists. She was in a state of shock, both good and bad it seemed. Like a sense of relief had almost came over her.

Yet no one was actually trying to help her.

You pushed your way through the crowd, not caring what anyone around you thought. When you reached the front of the crowd it was easier to see her situation and how she was acting better. She was shaking, even in the heat, emotions coursing through her.

Slowly you knelt down next to her, her eyes slowing moving towards you, a slight hint of fear in them. Just like everyone else you clearly had no idea who she was or where she came from, but you felt extremely sympathetic towards her. Whatever had happened with her was clearly somewhat traumatic by the way she was acting, so you felt the need to help.

You knew what it felt to be helpless whilst everyone just watched.

The crowds eyes were digging into your back, but you had no care, no one else was trying to help her.

''Hey, are you okay? Do you want some help to safety?'' You ask her in a calm voice, knowing that she might not answer you, but wanting her to know you wish to help. Some people around you had quietened down, defiantly to overhear anything she says. You reached your hand out, hovering of her shoulder, not wanting to touch her in-case it made her uncomfortable.

''H-he's dead'' her soft, shaky voice said. ''Who?'' If she was from the Palace then there was only really one answer, and you knew what it would be.

''Lord Fortuna, he's... dead'' she said.

There were gasps in the crowd, everyone shocked that Bib Fortuna could actually be gone. The terrible, undeserved, selfish leader who took everything Jabba the Hutt owned in days, was finally gone.

But then the new question lingered, 'how was he dead? And who killed him?'

Like sure, he wasn't in good health, in the five years he was Daimyo he became so lazy and would constantly have his droids make him food. But this clearly wasn't his health that killed him down to the fact that this Twi'lek was here, clearly been freed.

The crowd then started barking questions about the events, some seeming to blame her for whatever reason.

Your hand lands on her shoulder gently and say ''hey, it's gonna be okay, you're safe now.''

''Come here child'' you hear from the outside of the crowd. People clear the way and your boss is stood there, with a understanding smile on her face.

Everyone quietened down, not daring to talk back to her.

''We can take care of you, lets get some food and water into you, and get you cleaned up out of those chains'' Garsa's soft voice says as she gets closer. The young woman reaches her hand up to hold Garsa's, you help her up in the prosses until she is in reach.

You watch her cling onto the older Twi'lek's arm, slowly walking back to the Sanctuary, back to safety. The crowd just watching, some still asking what happened as they walked by, but Garsa waves her hand saying ''let the poor girl rest, she is free now and that is what is most important. We will find out what happened to Lord Fortuna in due time.''

With that the crowd slowly disperses, while you're still kneeling in the sand thinking about the events that just happened.

Did that woman run the whole way from the Palace? Why did they allow her to leave? Who is this person who most likely killed Fortuna?

For the rest of your shift you can't help shake your thoughts. Garsa had took the blue Twi'lek into the private washrooms that are usually for the staff, a couple of other co-workers went off to help too by bringing a plate of food and many bottles of water. All night costumers have been basically begging the staff for information, about what happened, but obviously no answers were given for the sake of the woman's own privacy, and also due to none of you having a full idea on the events anyway.

Luckily by working in the kitchen you have been left alone by nosey costumers, only hearing your fellow co-workers complain. Of course you yourself were curious, but it feels like in the next couple of days Fortuna's killer will make some sort of announcement and claim the throne.

Honestly you were just curious on who was brave enough to get into that Palace to do it all. It's impressive either way.

Once your shift had ended you went to Garsa's office, mainly to check on the younger Twi'lek. It was so quiet in these back corridors, obviously to not disturb any work that happened back here. You felt silly, like you were being nosey, but then again you were the one who knelt down and spoke to the woman earlier, offering help when no one else did.

You knock on the office door to hear a quiet who's there from Garsa. When you say your name she comes to open the door, with a forced smile on her face. ''Everything okay?''

''Hi, yeah I don't mean to intrude, but I just wanted to check everything and see how she is'' you replied, hoping you don't sound nosey and annoying. Garsa opens the door wider to allow you in and then shuts it behind you.

''Thank you'' the young Twi'lek says in a very soft and tired voice. You look at her with concerned eyes, ''thank you for trying... to help earlier, everyone else j-just felt like they want to know how a- how a... slave was free.''

She was clearly getting choked up on her words; you'd not considered that part of it, how scary being a freed slave must be. Obviously being a slave would be a hard life, but being seen as a run away or freed slave?

The fear of someone throwing you back into that business must be a whole new fear.

''It was the least I could do'' you smiled softly at her.

She was wearing more comfortable clothing now, the chains nowhere to be seen. A more relaxed look on her face compared to earlier, but still that hint of fear still in her eyes.

''It seems like it was someone Fortuna knew who killed him'' Garsa said, your head whipped around to her, so she had some answers then? You raised an eyebrow, hoping she would tell you more.

''There were two of them, a woman who seemed like a bounty hunter. She appeared first taking everyone by shock, shooting a couple of guests, but she was also the one who freed our guest here. Then there was apparently another person, a man she thinks. He didn't say anything before Fortuna briefly spoke to him and he shot him in the chest, but that was all she saw'' Garsa informed you.

You stood there for a moment processing it. ''So they were both bounty hunters? Then Fortuna had maybe wronged them?'' You asked, knowing no one knew this answer than the two who now control the Palace.

Garsa shrugged ''I guess we'll find out more soon enough. Whoever this man is, he will announce himself as the new Daimyo sooner rather then later.''

There is a weird type of tension in the air, no one really sure what to say.

What was going to happen now?

Your name is said so you turn your head back to your boss ''you should go home, rest. There will be no need to stress over this'' she rests her hand on your shoulder and gives you a warm smile. You return the smile and nod, you then turn to the woman and give her a smile too.

The walk back home is full of many thoughts, thinking of what Garsa said to you. She knows about home, you told her pretty much instantly since she asked why you were in a rush for job. There was never any judgement, but this current situation was reminding you of home. Not wanting to have to leave another planet out of fear of war and being killed.

When you reach your small apartment you don't even bother to turn any lights on, you strip of your work clothes and climb into bed, the air now getting too warm to sleep wearing any clothes.

As you drift off you try to calm your troubling thoughts, reminding yourself that you haven't even met this new 'ruler' and what his rule will be like.

*****

It's been a couple weeks now since the new Daimyo came into town. You have since learnt the names of the two people who killed and overturned Fortuna.

Boba Fett and Fennec Shand.

You thought at first it was a joke, you had heard the rumours and stories of the feared bounty hunter Boba Fett. The man in Mandalorian armour, who worked in the criminal underworld but also for the Empire, the man who was feared across the galaxy. Yet he was swallowed by a Sarlacc the day Jabba the Hutt died. He had died that day too, or so everyone had thought.

Now Fennec Shand, you don't think you'd ever heard of her before. Since finding out about her you learnt she was a bounty hunter back during the Clone Wars and early days of the Empire, and also an elite mercenary, master assassin who worked for the top crime syndicates too. You were surprised to find out you had never heard of her, regardless of how young you are.

The young Twi'lek they had freed left the Sanctuary a week ago, Garsa had found her somewhere to stay with someone trustworthy. She, obviously, was sceptical at first, but she seems to trust Garsa and took her word for it.

Honestly, there has been such an odd atmosphere around Mos Espa since Boba Fett came, you still haven't quite relaxed yet. Like why did a bounty hunter want to rule here? What is the motive? These unanswered questions were sitting with you weirdly and they had yet to be answered.

You tried to take your mind off it as you got ready for work, throwing on your long black skirt and white shirt, shoving your black apron into your bag then heading off for work.

The heat of the twin suns comes down on you during your walk, you wonder how anyone can mange to wear so many layers of clothing on this planet. It took you a good few months to get adjusted to the weather here, constant heat, only slightly cooling down at night. Whenever you weren't working you tried to stick to dresses and short skirts, one annoying thing about your uniform was the skirt was long.

As you get towards the Sanctuary you notice the main path is different then usual, there's people tidying up and you assume a fight must have happened. There were tables overthrown, carts tipping up with fruit falling out. People are crowded into small groups, quietly gossiping between themselves.

You turn your head to look at the building a few people were pointing at and on the side of one is a burn mark, like a small explosion happened. Part of the building is missing, causing a small pile of rubble to form on the ground below.

Your eyes are almost popping out your head, has shit already gone down? Was this the Daimyo's doing? Are people rebelling?

A million thoughts go through your head as you speed up to the staff door, clutching your bag tight.

Throughout the whole cantina there is chatter, no music playing at all. Everyone in the kitchen is trying to work fast to make drinks and food. ''Hey guys, what happened out there?'' You asked, trying to mask your worry.

''You didn't hear?'' One guy says, you shake your head no. ''A group of assassins were trying to kill the Daimyo!'' One girl shouts. ''It was crazy'' another adds. ''Yeah if it weren't for his Gamorrean guards they both would've been dead'' someone else says.

''Did you see Lord Fett blow up that one on the side of the building?! It was terrifying!'' Is that what the burn mask was? Someone being blown up?!

''No it wasn't, it was so cool! Shows his power!''

Your breathing was shaky and heavy, you didn't want to have to leave planet, but this was starting to sound like home in the worse ways. You didn't want to watch a civil war to kick off again.

''Guys, can we bring some snacks out for the guests please, let's try to distract them'' the green Twi'lek appears snapping you out of your thoughts. He and the yellow Twi'lek are Garsa's assistants, so what they say goes. Everyone stopped chatting and picked up trays then started flowing out the doors.

Taking a deep breath in to try and calm yourself, you go to find your locker to get started for todays shift. As you walk towards the locker room you see Garsa, she was slightly chewing on her nails, a worried looked painted across her face.

''What happened earlier?'' You asked her in panic, her hand dropping from her mouth as she looked at you, putting on a fake smile.

''Our new Daimyo, Lord Fett, payed us a visit earlier. He wanted to see how business was going and to introduce himself, the pair of them seem like nice enough people, they actually walked here instead of being carried on a litter like Jabba used to'' she slightly laughed, ''they didn't stay for long, we of course put some credits in his helmet as a sign of respect. He left happily to carry on introducing himself to fellow businesses, and that's when everything went a different direction. A group of assassins appeared out of nowhere and attacked them both, if it wasn't for his Gamorrean guards then they both would've been dust in the sand.''

''Who were these assassins?'' You asked, wondering if she would have any idea who could've done this.

''Can't say I know, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was one of the other Syndicates who sent them, some of them have been displeased since Lord Fett came into town.''

Pondering her response in silence, trying to understand what she was hinting, would one of the Syndicates dare do something this bold to the new Daimyo?

You weren't sure how everything really worked on this planet, and honestly you never really cared enough to find out. Everything you needed to know always came from Garsa, always trusting her word and judgement. The politics on every planet was so different, and Tatooine was in such an odd area with stuff.

''Anyway'' she said, forcing a smile back onto her face, ''there is no point in worrying about it, they both made it back to the Palace safe and Lord Fett is getting any treatment he needs.''

Nodding you reply, ''well that's good I guess, I just hope they find out who sent them soon. I don't want to watch fights unfold'' slightly laugh out of awkwardness, old memories trying to sneak back in.

Garsa's hands rub your arms ''you're safe here, nothing bad will happen, I promise child.'' You smile at each other before you pull away to carry on getting ready for your shift.

The shift just dragged, hearing everyone complain about getting bombarded with questions about earlier events. It was impossible to get your mind off it, stuck in constant worry. You wish you were able to go straight up to Boba Fett and ask him what his plans with Mos Espa was, and if it would be peaceful.

The next morning you were woken by low drumming. You groaned at first thinking it was an alarm, reaching over to turn it off, but as your hand reached it you realised you weren't due to wake up for a while still.

The drumming continued, like it was traveling through the city.

You wanted to look outside and see what was happening, but you were paralyzed with fear, unable to get out of your bed. People weren't screaming in fear, so you hoped that the drumming meant nothing bad, but there also wasn't anyone cheering to encourage it being good.

What did this mean? This was new, Garsa had never told you about any of this. In the years you'd lived here you had never experienced this. You weren't sure if you were overreacting to this or not.

Then, the drumming stopped.

The city was still silent. You finally managed to peel back the covers, and slowly got out of bed to look out the window. Some people were just wondering around, like nothing was happening, and then some people were standing around trying to look at something. You weren't sure what or where.

You throw some clothes on, just a light blue knee high dress and boots, then hype yourself up to go outside. Following the streets to where you could see people crowded, noticing them all watching something.

This could be a bad idea, you could die, but you also felt like whatever was happening wasn't too bad.

Before you know it the drumming is back, you move towards the closet building for support, like it would hide you. People start moving out the way for something, and there it was.

Two Hutts, on a litter, drums around them playing.

Why were the Hutts here? Especially now? Jabba died five years ago, unless this was about Fortuna and Fett?

Your eyes are glued to them, one seemed to be wiping its head with a small animal using it like a rag, he other was using a very small fan to cool down its body. You still haven't moved away from the wall, watching them from a distance, moving very slowly. Heart arching for the people carrying the litter, imagining how heavy one Hutt must be, unable to think about two.

Once they finally move out the way you look at what direction they appeared from, your heart sinks when you noticed. They were coming from the Sanctuary.

Unsure where to go now, just watching the crowd of people and staring at the street the Hutt's just went down. Part of you wanted to check on the cantina and find out what happened, but part of you just wanted to stay put. Once again, almost stuck with fear. You hated this.

Everyone around you had gone back to normal, you assumed this must just be 'normal' then. Maybe this is what Garsa meant yesterday about how Fett didn't come in on a litter, about how when Jabba did it it was considered normal?

You don't know, completely lost in thoughts, letting time pass you by.

Taking a deep breath in, you finally get the courage to go to the Sanctuary. Your feet refuse to go quick, walking up the almost empty pathway. The door is in your sight and from what you can see everything is normal in there, already hearing Max and the band, a good sign.

As you walk through the doors you hear Garsa's beautiful voice say your name, you look towards her and give her a slight smile. ''Why are you here at this hour? You should be resting'' the care in her voice brings you so much warmth.

''Those damn Hutt's woke me with their drums'' you reply, slightly laughing because how would they not have woken you. She nods, laughing herself. ''Speaking of, why were they here?''

She looks at you like you should know, ''Lord Fett, of course'' the tiredness coming through. The reply doesn't surprise you since you yourself had suspected it. This is when you realise she is still in yesterdays clothes, has she been here all night?

''Garsa, have you slept yet?'' Worrying for your bosses health and wellbeing.

A scoff escapes her, ''not had the chance yet, since last night I got news of the Twin Hutt's laying claim to this territory and where on their way. Before I had chance to even think of going home Lord Fett and Mistress Shand turned up, demanding answers since the Mayor wants to put this on my head'' the annoyance in her voice coming out at the end of the sentence. You can understand it though, why was the Mayor trying to involve her?

''But anyway, I informed Lord Fett on this and as I did so the Twins turned up. We all watched from inside here, they seemed to threaten him and have Black Krrsantan on their side too, as a bodyguard almost'' she carries on, but that name goes over your head, she says it so casually you feel like you're meant to know who that is.

She sighs and slowly moves towards the back offices with you to carry on talking. ''In some better news, we have an opportunity tonight. Lord Fett has requested our services in the Palace'' she says as she shuts the staff door. You rise an eyebrow at her ''what do you mean?''

''Due to the way some of the Syndicates have been acting, and now this situation with the Hutt's, he wants to hold a party in the Palace to allow the community to get to know him. See what type of Daimyo he is to the people of Mos Espa'' she stops at her office, looking at you with a sparkle in her eyes, ''he wants to hire some of the kitchen and bar staff for the night, and if all goes well he wants to give some job opportunities for people too.''

''And I was wondering if you would come tonight? Since you are our best cleaner'' she laughs.

''Will you be there?'' You ask, wanting to know if there will be a familiar face there to ground you, otherwise you might spiral due to this changing your days plan.

''Of course I will be, I'm curious on what Mistress Shand does on her space time'' Garsa smirks. You giggle and ask ''why do you want to know? Is she a beautiful lady?''

You watch blush sneak onto your bosses cheeks, and you can't help but laugh. In the years you've known Garsa now you've never seen her react this way to a woman, sure you've seen her blush and giggle with other women, but to this extent? Oh, she was crushing!

''Aww, well yes I will defiantly come tonight now as I need to watch you gush over her'' you smirk.

Plus, you'd like to get a chance to see what type of ruler Boba Fett will be.

You head home to get ready for tonight, since you are cleaning crew you don't have to get there until an hour beforehand. The dress code was to dress nice, but basically wear an apron over it.

When you jump out the shower you search your closet for an outfit, letting your wet hair drip down your back. The outfit you pick out is a knee length, dark green dress that hugged your body so your apron would fit comfortably over it, and a pair of brown ankle boots. You thought why not show off all your body to others, you don't get many opportunities to nowadays to meet new people.

Garsa had got a vehicle for you all to travel there in since not all of you owned your own, including yourself. Plus it meant no-one was covered in sand when turning up to the Palace.

The trip there was chatty, everyone gossiping between themselves. Some wondering what the night would entail, others just wondering what the Palace is like as none of you have been.

You had been told how large the Dune Sea was, but until now you didn't know, you have never left Mos Espa in the time you'd lived here. The endless sands passing you by, bringing a weird anxiety with the sights.

Nothing but the sands for miles and miles.

The thoughts of that young Twi'lek woman walking the whole way through this saddens you, you wonder how long is must have taken for her to get to safety.

All thoughts are broken when you see the Palace come into view. The wider tower coming into view first, a small one to the side and a larger one peaking from behind. The red and dark brown stone covering the building, defiantly damage from decades of burning under the suns.

The whole vehicle going quiet in awe, this was really happening, we were working in this Palace tonight.

Garsa greats you all at the entrance as the vehicles comes to a stop. She had came earlier with the cooking and bar crew to help them settle in easier. The group of you are guided into the Palace with Garsa at the front, allowing her to show you all the way.

Considering this place was a Palace it didn't over-ally seem that way, no sign of 'royalty'. Your eyes are just staring at the interior, the design was odd, you wonder if this was Jabba, Fortuna or Fett's choice of design.

The Palace was massive, obviously you knew that from the exterior, but being inside you felt tiny and almost insignificant. The building held so much power, but also some despair too. The memories of the multiple rulers who have probably lived here, claiming the territory across the sea for decades.

There were so many shady and sketchy corners, most likely where hunters used to chat and do dodgy deals. You wonder how much of the bounty hunter world carried on through here, if it all changed when Fett became in charge. Sure it changed when Fortuna was in charge, but he wasn't a hunter himself, just a lazy majordomo.

So far you were yet to see anyone, no staff, no guards, and obviously no hunters.

Part of you wondered what must go on in this Palace, did they have any activates to kill time? Surely it must be boring having meetings after meetings constantly.

You realise you've reached a set of slightly twirling stairs, watching your group descend first. You are the last person in the group now due to walking slower to take in your surroundings, and being lost in your own thoughts.

''Lord Fett, the rest of Madam Garsa's crew is here'' you hear a smelter droid say as Garsa starts to reach the bottom of the stairs.

Panic starts rising in you, you really are about to meet the Boba Fett, the feared and ruthless bounty hunter, the man who should be dead but here he is. The legends and stories you had heard of this man has you scared, but also so curious.

As you turn the last bit of the stairs you can see the platform the throne sits on, a pair of boots parted. The famous green armour comes into your view, a Mandalorian helmet staring at you all.

You keep walking, and everyone has stopped in front of him, waiting to be addressed. Eyes are glued to him, taking him in.

His legs are parted, one gloved hand resting on his right thigh, the other sitting on the arm rest. His armour is scratched in a few areas on his chest, the only armour on his lower half seeming to be on his knees. You can see how broad his shoulders are, so much muscle and power holding in them.

The belt has so many little gadgets hanging off it, you wonder what each of them do. You notice his stomach is slightly hanging over the top of the belt, but not in a way it was being uncomfortable on his body.

Your eyes move to his gauntlets on his arms when you catch a shine on his helmet, you look up and notice he is staring at the group of you, but not really knowing where he is actually looking thanks to the visor.

The power coming of this man was hot, all he was doing was sitting there, and yet you feel the need to press your legs together.

The throne itself was made out of stone, not over-ally looking comfortable. On the end of each armrests were carvings of Rancor heads, aware that you were stood on top of the old Rancor pit that Jabba was famous for owning.

The way he was sitting in the throne, so relaxed but also clearly asserting dominance. That throne looked like it was made for him, there was no doubt it was his throne.

Your eyes wander to his right and you notice a woman standing almost in the shadows. Her hair in multiple little braids with orange thread going through it, dressed in all black leather with hints of orange.

Is this Fennec Shand then? It would make sense, since everything you have learnt about her it seems like she is keeping Lord Fett safe, clearly ready to shot anyone who wrongs him.

If this was her you can understand why Garsa was gushing over her, she was in fact a beautiful lady.

''Welcome'' a voice says, your head turning back to Boba Fett, did that come from him? His voice is husky, even through a voice modifier, you weren't sure what voice you expected to hear, but it took you by surprise. ''I appreciate you all wanting to work here tonight'' he adds, which sounds more like a statement then actual gratitude.

He carries on talking, but you aren't listening, well you are but not taking it in. You could listen to him talk for hours, his voice is heavenly and so mesmerising to listen to.

After a while you are all dismissed to the kitchen, everyone chatting away about Fett. Some saying he seems rude, some saying he seems nice. You, on the other hand, just kept any thoughts to yourself.

That man, the power he holds, is so attractive.

Once you reach the kitchen you are shown briefly where everything is, luckily for yourself it was just simple. The joys of being a cleaner, everything you need is right here.

It was obvious when the party had started, it took awhile until you all had to actually start working, waiting for the dishes to come in. The party was being held a couple of rooms over, the music quite loud and hearing people shouting and laughing.

Part of you was jealous, wanting to join them all. Yet you knew your anxiety would go crazy over a room of strangers, regardless of Garsa being in there too, herself knowing everyone.

As it slows down a bit you take the opportunity to use the fresher. You excuse yourself and wander down the hallway to find it, the smelter droid, 8D8 was his name apparently, had told you when you arrived at the kitchen where it was, but now it was trying to remember where it was.

The fresher is in your sight when your name is yelled and you turn to see your boss walking towards you with a drink in her hand, ''I need some advice'' she says. You stare at her and wonder what she could need. She grabs your hand and pulls you into the throne room where the party is being held.

''Okay, so you must know the best type of glasses, I need to know which glass will be the best to give to Mistress Shand'' Garsa asks. You blink at her, she really asked you this? You can't help but start laughing, almost curling over. She was falling for this woman so badly.

''Oh Garsa'' you laugh, looking at her now blushing face.

Once you calm yourself, finding her crush amusing, you examine the glasses and tell her to use the one with the long body and very wide top. Since Shand is mostly on the job she wouldn't want a drink she would shot, more one that she can sip.

After the spotchka was poured into the glass it was given to a droid carrying a tray. You watched it maze through the room, avoiding the guests, going towards the throne. As you look up you see that helmet staring at you.

His sight completely towards you, your breath gets caught in your chest. He may not have even staring at you, but it's like you can feel his eyes burning into you.

The helmet tilts up ever so slightly and the hand on his thigh starts to move up and down slightly, his body moving back a bit causing his legs to be more open. The subtle movement makes your own legs press together again, wetness suddenly appearing in your underwear.

''She's been given the drink'' Garsa says, snapping you out of your gaze, turning to Shand. She smirks and looks up towards Garsa, slightly nodding towards her and sipping it.

You turn to your boss, seeing her whole facing turning red out of blush, smiling back and then turning away. A slightly giggle leaves her, her hand falling onto her mouth.

''Hey, that went well then'' you smile at her.

The two of you stand and laugh about it for a little until you remember the reason you left the kitchen in the first place and turn towards the fresher seeing as you had finished helping her flirt with the assassin. Before you leave the throne room though you once again take a look to the throne and notice that it is now empty.

Shrugging it off, thinking he most likely had just went to introduce himself to others. Or maybe to tell Garsa off for flirting with his righthand man, the thought makes you laughing quietly to yourself.

Once you shut the door you sigh, annoyed at yourself for getting so turned on by a kriffing helmet looking at you. As you wash your hands you stare at yourself in the mirror and take a deep breath in, telling yourself to just go back to the kitchen, carry on your job and go home.

You pull the door open and head towards the kitchen, looking down to fix your apron. Noticing it needs to be retied you stop, reaching towards your back, when suddenly a body knocks into you. They're cold on your back, your hands are right next to their hips.

''Careful little one'' the person behind you says. Your eyes are popping out their sockets, the realisation of who is stood behind you.

Not moving as fear, but also arousal, hits you.

''Here'' Lord Fett says and then next thing you know you feel the apron tightening around you, causing your underwear to stick back to you, new wetness appearing. He grabbed the straps and tying it for you, his cold gloved hands knocking into your back, your body heating up against his slight touch.

''There, that looks more professional'' he says after tying the bow, you still standing in the same position, your hands have only just moved and are now resting on your stomach. Unsure what to do with yourself.

The sound of the spurs on his shoes move around you, like he was studying you. His eyes most defiantly moving up and down your body with you unknowing due to being unable to see his gaze. Your chest is rising fast, mouth ever so slightly opened, legs pressed together. Your body not really knowing what to do.

The way he was staring at you made you feel like prey, and he was the hunter.

A hand reached out and lifts your chin up ever so slightly, forcing you to stare right into the black visor of the green, dented helmet.

''Everything okay mesh'la?'' His husky voice asks. You swallow and nod, unsure what the last word was. He could probably see that you were nervous of some kind, and you wonder if he enjoys this, the idea of someone fearing him.

Not that you did fear him, but at this current moment you almost couldn't. This man was dangerous.

''I've been informed your the best cleaner Garsa has, is this correct?''

''Yes, sir'' the title slipping off your tongue before you can question it. He hums, his gloved fingers still holding your chin.

Such a beautiful sound.

You can feel yourself dripping onto your underwear, you were melting under his gaze and touch.

''Lord Fett, Mistress Shand is asking for your return as you have guests waiting'' the same 8D8 droid from earlier is heard in the doorway of the throne room.

''Tell her I will be there in a moment'' he raises his voice so the droid can hear him. Once the droid has clearly moved away you can feel this tension coming off Fett, his attention back to you.

His hand leaves your chin, your face is probably bright red. You suddenly miss the feeling of his hand on your chin, your eyes fall shut as he moves his hand to tuck a piece of hair away from your face. A small chuckle leaves him, causing you to almost choke on nothing.

''I shall let you go back to work, but don't overdo yourself girl. I would like you to return to the Palace in the next few days, I have an opportunity for you'' he states, and with that he leaves.

The way he carries himself while walking was a beauty to watch. What a powerful man.

You breath out, which then you realise you had been holding your breath. How long had you been doing that?

Moments pass, trying to understand what had just happened. What had just happened? And did he tell you to come back?

As you head back to the kitchen a couple of heads turn as you re-enter, you had been gone for half an hour now. ''Everything okay?'' Someone asked, you smiled and nodded. ''You were gone for a while, you sure you're okay?'' Another asked.

''Oh, Garsa grabbed me. W-wanted my help with something'' you awkwardly laughed. It wasn't a complete lie.

You did nothing but think about the event the whole time you cleaned, did you get offered a job? But would you take it though?

Of course you enjoyed working for Garsa, you adored her and she very much cared for you. However, a job in the Palace?! You can only image the pay is better, and you'll have to deal with less drunk idiots. Plus this place seems like it would have good security, especially Shand as she is constantly keeping an eye on everything and everyone.

Yet, you know nothing of these two really, would you throw away working for Garsa basing your whole interaction of tying an apron and a chin hold? Your body is telling and screaming at you yes, wanting to be close to Lord Fett again, however your brain is screaming no and to wait.

For the rest of the night you are almost on autopilot whilst cleaning, your mind completely wondered off.

''Well, tonight went wonderfully!'' Garsa's voice appeared as you placed the last spoon down. All of you turning to the doorway to face your boss who carried on talking, ''I have been told Lord Fett wants to ask a few of you to work for him, there would be no hard feelings if you were to accept! I know how rough this planet is, especially in terms of reputation. There will be a few meetings over the next few days to those who he has told me he wishes to talk to. Don't worry bar and food staff will also be asked too, so there will be familiar faces in the Palace for you all.''

Hearing this makes you feel less tense about earlier, but yet you are unaware if you are the only one he himself approached.

After a little Garsa leaves so that you can all clean up the kitchen and get ready to leave. The group heading back towards the throne room to leave the same way you came in, anxiety sitting in your stomach thinking about seeing him again.

Holding your apron over your arm, you find yourself playing with the strap to calm yourself. You follow the group up the steps into the throne room, once you reach the top you avoid even looking at the throne. Everyone is walking single file, but then you notice at the front of the group people are stopping and bowing to the throne and thanking them.

Shit. No avoiding it now.

Your eyes are fixed ahead, not daring to look at him, not until you have to.

When you are next, you stop and turn to the throne. You smile at him, bow and say ''thank you Mistress Shand, and you Lord Fett. It was an honour, sir.''

The title slipping off your tongue again. His hand on the arm rest tightening into a fist, and his body moves back.

A smirk crawls across your face. You swear you hear him mumble something, but shake it off and turn to carry on following everyone else.

As you start ascending the stairs you turn for a quick moment and notice his helmet is once again glued you tonight. A flush runs over you and you walk up the stairs quicker.

****

Once you finally reach home that night you strip of your dress and sit on your bed, thinking about Fett's hand on your chin, how he referred to you as 'little one', the apron tightening around you, his hands touching your back.

Your eyes shut as your hand travels to your underwear, moving them to the side and finding yourself absolutely soaked. Using your two fingers you start drawing small circles around your clit, throwing your head back, letting little moans escape your mouth.

With your eyes shut you imagine that helmet staring at you, him chuckling at you getting off to him slightly touching you.

Bringing your other hand to your breasts, pushing the bra away and start playing with your hardened nipple.

More quiet moans leave your mouth, you allow your body to lay back on your bed as your hand moves from your clit to your pussy.

Starting slowly at first, pumping yourself with two fingers.

Thinking to yourself how many fingers he would be able to fit in you, how much he would stretch you out because if his gloves are anything to go off two would stretch you.

You wonder if he was staring at your ass as he tied the apron. Wondering if he liked what he saw.

Imagining he was waiting for you in the corridor, wanting to see you.

You knew that was extremely unlikely, but your horny brain didn't care, you just wanted to be touched again.

The feeling of his body pressed against yours, feeling the broadness of his body, the power and dominance radiating off him.

The images of him manspreading on his throne appear in your mind, imagining how big he must be. You get a hot flush at the idea of him fucking you on the throne.

Imagining how his voice would sound praising you, how his moans would sound. You remember how he sounded when he hummed and it caused your body to react, feeling the build of your orgasm coming.

You carry on fingering yourself, moving your hand off your nipples to play with your clit, pushing yourself over the edge.

Eyes slam shut as you see stars, your orgasm seeping through you as thoughts of Lord Fett come into your brain.

''Oh Boba'' you quietly moan.

You allow your orgasm to carry out, once your pussy is too sensitive you remove your hands. Taking a deep breath in, then start to laugh at yourself. You really just masturbated and came over a man you have not seen the face of, hardly know, all because he touched your face and your back slightly.

After a little while you strip yourself of your underwear and jump into the shower for the second time today, needing to clean yourself of the sweat. As you clean yourself you once again go back to the idea of the job offer, you need to speak to Garsa and figure it all out better, have a meeting with Fett and see if it would work.

You wonder, would it work if you've just masturbated over this man? Your possible future boss?

A sigh leaves you as you dry off, climbing into your bed with your hair still damp, not really caring. Your body needed some rest, this day being so long, remembering you were woken suddenly and in fear from those damn drums earlier. Then on top of that, the whole night at the Palace, forget the events with Fett, just working in a new place for the night and having your day changed.

As you drift off to sleep you try to rid your thoughts of Boba Fett, but apparently that was impossible.

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