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marierg · 11 months ago

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Biscuits and Beskar: 4

Pairing: Boba Fett x OC Kaylee Manu

Rating: Mature (So if you can't be don't read, under 18 be gone!)

Warnings: Angst, longing, past trauma, past assault, murder, descriptions of rampaging wookies, tipsiness, flirting, smutty dreams but nothing overtly descriptive. If I missed one lemme know

A/N: I tend to find that the kindest people are the ones who have walked through hell and come out the other side. With that said no one comes to Tattooine by choice.

Pic credits- Pinterest, Lucasfilm, Sparknala and providence-park for GIFs.

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Song credit: Dream a little dream of me by: Schwandt, Andre, & Kahn (Recommend the version sung By Ella Fitzgerald for listening)

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“Come on you rust bucket move, MOVE!” Gunning the throttle you sped into Mos Espa. Having seen the Daimyo leave in a hurry you conferred with the kids. Apparently Krrsantan had been seen loitering near the Sanctuary. “Please let her be ok, please let everybody be ok. I'm begging you just... please!”

Pulling up you hobbled in and there stood your friend Garsa talking down an angry Krrsantan. The stately twi'lek working her charms to soothe the towering terror. Garsa always had the diplomacy of a politician and the charm of a courtesan. When she worked a room it was an art form to behold. But this was not some tame mid rim world. These were the streets of Mos Espa where blood flowed as easily as sand blew on the wind.

“You have met every challenge, won every trophy. Is it not beneath you to dismember this unfortunate Trandosian?” Garsa slowly approached, soothing and pleading with the former gladiator to see reason. All you could imagine was that the Wookie would become enraged at your friend and rip off one of her Lekku. The cold grip of panic started to take hold as the breath caught in your lungs.

“Easy little one, no need to rush in.” Large hand reaching out and grasping your arm, Boba guided you into his side. He shouldn't be surprised that you had followed, though he wished you had stayed back at the Palace. You'd only just begun walking with the brace and yet even that would not slow you down. You reminded him of a canyon rose, hardy and resilient growing among the cliffs. Keeping a stoic expression Boba tried to reassure you, “All will be well.”

Tensing, you swallowed hard, “You don't know that...”

“You doubt my word?” His head tilted just slightly to observe you in his peripheral vision better.

“No.” You reply quietly, even as your heart raced. Boba kept his hand on your arm, thumb stroking lightly.

“Madame Fwip is doing well, better she resolve this than me.” He could see doubt and worry in your eyes, “Have faith in your friend mesh'la.”

Cheeks heating with a flush at his words, you tried to believe what he said. Shifting to put your weight on the better leg you leaned further into Boba. He was so steady and you craved that comfort. It was a luxury in your world, not often indulged yet so very welcome. Much like waking up in his bed, the feeling still haunted your mind. Memory now altered to fantasy, this morning's dream still clinging like a specter.

Your hands could practically feel the silken material beneath you again, the quiet of the wind and the low gravel of Boba's voice. The masculine scent of his skin that clung to the blankets; not cologne but leather, soap, and something just... him. Arousal running hot within you, skin sensitive and aching for touch as you lay spread out beneath him. Longing for those rough hands to grasp and caress; hands that were trained to kill but were so gentle with you. You could feel his deep, rumbling laugh in your ear as he traced over your wanting flesh.

You imagined Boba would call you those little names as his lips grazed over you. Call you his woman, ask you to never leave that room in the tower. That lions gaze holding your own as he found his peace within your arms. That deep burning coil building, gaining momentum and just as your body was on the precipice of climax everything would fade to the dark reality of your own little bed. These were the dreams that woke you in the early hours aching and empty for something you knew you shouldn't want. But stars did you want...

But here in the present, watching the standoff with the Wookie a small part of you felt guilty and yet greedy for this contact, small as it was. Glancing up at Boba and back words slipping loose, not really meaning to, “I never doubt you.”

Fwip offered to wipe the wookie's tab if he would let the lizard go. Really she had done a very good job in deescalating the situation, another reason he was glad to have the Twi'lek as an ally. Boba watched as Krrsantan did as she had requested and released the Trandosian... just not in one piece. Krrsantan did however pay his tab as he left, destruction and chaos still reverberating in his wake. As the Wookie stalked to the door Boba felt you straighten and try to square up, as if to protect him. Fierce some beauty, thorns at the ready. Boba's mouth quirked up in amusement and affection before turning to Madame Fwip.

“It was worth a try.” Letting go of your arm, his touch lingering slightly as he stepped forward, “May I leave Ms. Manu in your capable hands for a moment?”

Boba turned to you before he strode out the door, his fingertip just brushing the top of your hand. The look he gave you, intense yet warm, clearly told you to stay put. And with that he strode into the night.

“Kaylee, my darling girl,” Garsa swept over to you as the tension passed. Well some of it. She would be a fool not to notice the little exchange between you and the Daimyo. Gliding forward on her heels she smiled, it was far past time for a visit with you. “How I've missed seeing you, are they treating you well? What happened to your leg?”

“How am I? How are you?!” You crushed the Twi'lek in a tight hug, relieved beyond measure that she and the other staff hadn't been harmed. Garza laughed as you let out a breath you'd been holding since walking in. Still using humor as a fall back you began to babble, “You could have been mauled! You could have ripped this fabulous dress... which by the way is amazing! Oh, I'm just glad you're okay.”

“Stop, this old thing... well all things new again I suppose.” She hugged you back, one lekku draping on your shoulder affectionately. Garsa looped your arm and guided you to her private booth, signaling the bartender for some refreshments, “Actually I was thinking of you the other day. There are some things that would look lovely on you, especially now that you work at the Palace.”

“I'm a cook, what would I need to dress up for?” I chuckle at the very thought, “That is sweet of you though. Did Skad bring you those sweets?”

“Yes he was quite the diligent delivery man, only took a few in fee.” Garza could never understand your discomfort at the thought of dressing up, especially with your figure and fine taste. Handing you a wine she clinked glasses, “But really Kaylee you'd be doing me a favor and I know that you'll give my old rags a good home. Who else appreciates fashion on this planet. Now, tell me how the Daimyo has been treating you?”

“He's very generous, kind, gives me free reign in the kitchen, never complains.” Your cheeks heating at the mention of Boba, you tried to think of something clever to say. "Good taste in ships... He's very smart, always watching the city pays attention to little things."

Garsa smirked, “Smart man indeed.”

“I do miss margaritas at closing time and sabac nights with you.” I pat her hand and take a seat. “And I miss seeing all these lovely dresses. You always bring a bit of class to this dreary dust ball.”

“And now you can add a little color to that imposing fortress.” Garsa noted the little blush that crept up when you spoke of Fett, “I'm sure that the place can use some brightening and the Daimyo certainly seems to appreciate pretty things.”

Rolling your eyes at Garsa's insinuation you none the less felt a little pang. The Twi'lek owned every room that she walked in and by comparison you were just average. She was the type of woman who could easily walk side by side with someone powerful. Some days you wished that you could walk just as tall. You smiled sadly behind your drink, “He does have fair taste in many things.”

“Fair indeed to have picked the best chef on the planet and the prettiest. Even if you do hide yourself away.” She gave a tug at your flight suit. “But tell me now really what kind of man lies beneath that armor? Master Fett seems so... impressive.”

“Garsa!” Tone scolding as you shook your head.

“Only between us girls.” She batted her lashes at you. Garsa knew that she could push just a little harder and get an answer. “I've seen how you look at him...”

“It's not like that,” replying far to quickly you downed the drink and tried to hide your rising blush, “Besides Boba... Daimyo Fett has far too much to deal with to bother with me.”

“Oh my darling girl... Life is far too short Kaylee, grab it while you can lest it slip by.”

“We both know that's not wise,” Glancing at your friend you sighed, “and those days are past me.”

“Never say never my dear girl. Now one thing I do miss is your singing sweetheart.” Garza handed you another drink. She knew you needed something to grease the wheels if she was to get her song. Signaling Max and the band a familiar tune started to play, “Oh please Kaylee, indulge me.”

“When do I not,” Rolling your eyes and laughing unable to resist. Garsa always could provoke the fun to come out of you.

“Ah lovely,” Garza preened and folded her hands to rest her chin on gracefully.

Closing your eyes you felt the music within you, moving with it as you began.

“Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper, 'I love you' Birds singin' in the sycamore tree Dream a little dream of me

Say 'nighty-night' and kiss me Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me While I'm alone and blue as can be Dream a little dream of me”

“...Fennec will be waiting when you arrive.” Boba shook Krrsantan's hand finalizing his contract. Another ally and a good one to have. It certainly beat the alternative. Reentering the Sanctuary your voice greeted him, sultry soulful tune rising in the air. The low tones of the song wrapping their way around his mind, as if a spell had been cast. Sitting with Madame Fwip in the corner booth, the eyes of the patrons on you as you sang with the band.

“Stars fading, but I linger on, dear Still craving your kiss I'm longing to linger 'til dawn, dear Just saying this

Sweet dreams 'til sunbeams find you...

Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you.

But in your dreams, whatever they be

Dream a little dream of me...”

Boba continued to listen as you finished, giving a nod when your eyes found him in the crowd. With the slightest gesture of his hand you rose to join him. Giving a brief nod in parting, Boba also saw the smile that Fwip had upon watching the two of you exit together. It didn't bother him, Boba almost enjoyed the idea of people thinking you belonged to him. Sooner than later it would be true anyway.

Garza's eyes smiled as you finished her favorite song. How she hoped the lyrics would change as her own fortunes had, but a self made woman could only win so often. Maybe you would enjoy the good fortune of love that had passed her by. Garsa missed your wisdom and calm along with your voice. She often told you that such talent wasted was just cruel, but maybe it was such soothing tones that had caught the Daimyo's favor.

Finally a being in this universe had caught your eye, powerful and handsome too. Garsa could see you were smitten, had never heard you speak so favorably about someone. Not to mention how shy and secretive you were, blushing at every turn. Then there was the way that the Daimyo had strutted back in to collect you, summoning you without a word. The little look and protective hand he placed behind you. Raising her glass as you left Garsa giggled, “Good luck my dear.”

Boba observed as you walked beside him. Your eyes were not on the streets and buildings, but to the stars. “You sing very well.”

“I do alright I guess.” Shrugging you kept your eyes on the glimmering worlds above. Clear nights like this one reminded you of being on the cruiser, Papa taking you to the first class observation deck after everyone was in bed. The stories he would tell you and teaching you each star by name and system. “It's a clear night, no sandstorms tomorrow.”

“Good day for riding then.” Boba smirked seeing you place one of your kitchen knives back in the saddle bag of your speeder. He chuckled, “Try not to skin the Wookie when he comes in for breakfast.”

“I'll try my best, but no promises.” Tilting your head you gave him a steady look. “Do you trust him?”

“He'll do his job.” Boba studied the old imperial speeder you rode. It was modified and had to be faster than hell to have gotten you here so quickly. “That's an awful lot of metal to handle, isn't it?”

“Not really.” You gave the man a look, teasing a bit. You ran your hand almost suggestively over the throttle while still absently moving things in the saddle bag. The drinks were giving you a nice buzz, loosening the usually tight guard you kept around Boba. “I think you'll find I can handle a lot of things.”

Boba smiled and shook his head, “Is that so?”

“Would think a hunter such as yourself would know better than to judge a book by it's cover.” Hopping astride the speeder you started the engine and giving it a little throttle. Feeling very loose and adventurous you winked, “Race you back to the Palace?”

“You shouldn't drive in your state.” His tone was almost scolding. Donning his helmet Boba pulled you to the back of the speeder by your waist, taking the pilot's spot.

“Hey now...”

“You have a bad enough tendency to hurt yourself,” Boba gunned the throttle, turning to look at you over his shoulder. “Best hold on cyar'ika.”

Giving him a bemused look, you couldn't help thinking he was teasing you somehow. “You know one of these days I'll figure out what all these words mean.”

“Ash'tuur mesh'la...” Boba didn't dare finish that thought though, at least not right now.

He didn't have to take the Bantha trail back to the Palace, more rough than the main road. But between the view of the night sky and the way your body clung onto his, Boba wanted this journey to last just a little longer. He savored the pressure of your chin resting on his shoulder, the joyous sounds when you saw something. The gentle way your arms wrapped around his body, little squeezes on the occasional bump was all worth the extra distance.

The bike was a powerful little machine, you talked him through the controls and what not to push, though you only explained it as 'emergency controls'. There were a few after market mods that he didn't recognize, but he could clearly tell that the weapons system was still functional. Boba caught Fennec shaking her head with a smirk as they entered the hangar. At the door of your room he was surprised when you turned and took hold of his helm. You didn't try to tug or lift it off, instead you held it as gently as if it were his own face.

“Thank you for going tonight, for helping my friend.” There was a soft smile on your face, grateful for the good that he did. It'd been so long since the people of Tattooine had someone good on their side.

Tilting his head into your touch Boba hummed, “It's my duty to protect the people of the city.”

“Maybe, but you do it well,” Softly you traced the scratches in the paint, “so I'll thank you again.”

He smiled under the helmet, his voice practically a purr through the vocoder. “Then it is also my pleasure.”

Even in your tipsy state you knew better than to give into further temptation. Your body was begging you to pull him into your room and peal off that green plating, but caution said think twice. So instead you kissed the post of his visor, the cool surface nowhere near matching the warmth of the man beneath. Pulling back reluctantly you slowly closed your door. “Good night Boba, sleep well.”

Even after your door closed and he retired to his own quarters he would find no rest. Boba could not find tranquility in his dreams, his past haunting him even there. Maybe tonight he could will those memories away though, perhaps you would find him instead. He breathed deeply as he lay back forcing his eyes closed. The sheets still held your lingering scent, the sound of your voice singing that song still fresh in his mind. A faint smile on his lips as he drifted, “Dream of me too mesh'la.”

“Kaylee can you come to throne room please?”

“Karking hells why is it always the wine coolers...." Rolling your eyes with a groan you placed the dishes aside and headed down the hall. Your head felt like a pack of Banthas had stampeded right over it. Light, sound, hell anyone breathing too loud was annoying to you right now. Muttering under your breath you forced yourself to walk towards Fennec, "And what may I assist you with today?”

“Not enough Kaf this morning?” A loth cats grin quirking the corners of her face Fennec found this very amusing. “Maybe you need some nice dry toast, Hmm?”

“Ha ha ha...”

“Poor Cookie," The assassin chuckled in her throat, "unfortunately I must add to your headache. Boba has called for a meeting of the three crime families.”

“Aqualish, Klatooinians, and Trandosians?” Verbally confirming while rubbing your temple, starting to make a mental list. This big of a meeting wouldn't have been called without reason, this was an act of diplomacy. Each group needed to be represented and appeased equally, a show of the Daimyo's generosity and power. “How much time do I have?”

“Tomorrow night.”

“Dank Ferrik...” Glancing at Fennec she shrugs.

“You'll have whatever you need. Also Boba wants you to act as hostess for the evening.” She smirked at the thought of seeing Boba hot under the plating seeing you in a dress. It was the little things that brought Fennec joy with this job and torturing the boss was definitely one. "I hope you have something nicer than that to wear."

Pausing mid stride while making mental plans your face grew pale, as a chill ran through you, “What?”

“He would like you to entertain and serve the guests.” Fennec paused studying your reaction. she had seen may of your mannerisms but not this. It was as though all joy had been pulled from you.

“I can't... You understand the intricacies and the politics far better.” Shaking your head you turned from the woman starting to head back to the kitchen, trying to end the discussion. “I'll be busy cooking...”

Fennec's tone became firm, “What do you mean you can't?”

“I can't ok.” You snapped at Fennec as a cold sweat broke out. You tried to take a deep breath, voice turning low and strained, “I'm not a hostess... I'm not...”

“Hey hey hey.” Fennec took your shoulders and gave you a shake seeing the terror in your eyes, even as you tried to control it. She soothingly gave a gentle squeeze to your shoulders waiting for you to calm. “Cookie look at me. I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong, talk to me.”

Biting out a low answer and swallowing hard you tried to meet her gaze, “It's safer in the kitchen.”

“Alright, you feel safer there, but why not out here? You're safe with me right?” You nodded at her, though stiffly. Fennec may not know what the root of this was, but she knew that the only way to deal with fear was to face it. Forcing you wouldn't be effective though, you had to make the choice. “If you really don't want to do this I can talk to Boba, but I would like you to think it over first. I promise you will be safe through the entirety of this dinner. You trust me?”

You nodded again.

“Good, because I trust you too.” Fennec gave your shoulders another squeeze. “No one else understands these people like you do. You've lived and survived around them for years and that's knowledge I don't have. I need a second set of eyes and ears in there.”

Maybe it was the firm tone, maybe it was the comforting squeeze on your shoulders. The panic started to dissipate, Fennec was right of course. This was not the Cruiser, this was not that banquet, these were not Imperials. Shaking your head you met her gaze, “You'll be there the whole time?”

“We all will.” She sees you swallow hard, deciding to try for humor, “If anyone tries anything you have permission to feed them to the Rancor.”

You snorted and smirked, finally able to breath again, “I should get to it then.”

“Thank you Cookie, let me know what you need.”

You walk away, sinking into work as a distraction. The kitchen was your domain, your haven. Here is where you were in control. You had lied to Fennec when you had told her you couldn't host, hell you had been one of the best on the ship. In one swift act of violence all of the joy and pride that you had for that job had been shattered, you never looked back. Going through the inventory and sending out your orders this is already going to be a hefty task. “Ratty can you grab R4 and 8D-8 for me?”

As the crew gathered, you brace on the counter, “Ok friends I need your help.”

“I am not a cooking droid,” 8D-8 tilted his head as the others beeped and whistled, “I do not believe I will be of much help to you Mistress Kaylee.”

“You are just the droid I need Dee.” Motioning for him to follow, you both walk towards the storage area. “I need you to find these items and then help me clean and set up. Dee you've been at this Palace since the Hutt was still ruling, you know where to find everything. I know I can count on you.”

“Flattery is wasted on me.”

"Maybe but I find positive reinforcement is a better motivator than threats of dismemberment." Rolling your eyes at the droid you sighed, "Everyone adapts to change Dee, it's how we survive."

"I can not argue that observation." The droid whirred a few times and sighed. “This is not what I was designed for Mistress Kaylee, but I shall endeavor to comply.”

With a sardonic nod you left the droid to attend other matters. There was prep work to be done and a banquet to plan. Through the afternoon and into the evening it was like directing an orchestra. Ratty and R4 bringing you the produce and meat to prep while you set the mods to dressing up the throne room with 8D-8. Large table set over the grate raised a few disgruntled growls from the enclosure below. Skad came in after patrol bearing the gowns that Garsa gifted you, placing them in your office for the time being. The rascal also tried to pilfer from the trays earning the end of your spoon for it. Taking a brief glance you saw that Garsa had sent several in colors that you loved but also quite a few in green, clever woman.

It wasn't till well past midnight that you finally stepped away from the kitchen to take a break on the terrace. Gazing at the stars above you sipped at your whiskey. The burning as the alcohol slipped down your throat did little to ease the ache, never did. Glancing out at the great dune sea and the moons above your mind drifted.

The imperial officers had been charming at first, flirting like any other guests on the ship would. You remained professional even becoming stern when they didn't take the hint. Then they had decided to take what they wanted. Sadistically laughing as they beat you, the brutality as they ripped your clothing.

You had been lucky, they didn't get far, Papa had rushed in when you screamed. Killing two of the men for daring to lay a hand on you, cleaving a hand from another. Papa told you he loved you, then shoved you through the kitchen door and told you to hide. You'd stayed in the engine room for a day and a night with the other refugees, until the head steward had come to find you.

The Empire didn't care about the circumstances, any sign of defiance was dealt with the same. Papa should have had a trial, he should have had a lawyer, things that supposedly all free citizens of the Empire were entitled to. Instead he was summarily found guilty. The Empire executed him in front of the whole ship as an example.

It was why you came to this place, far away from the Empire. Hoping to bury your past and start over new. For a while it had worked, running your little diner near the city center. Then Jabba had died and that kark Fortuna took over. The drought years, the round ups, the mayor. It was a simple decision really to help hide the kids, it was the right thing to do. It's what Papa would have done. Even when everything came crashing down and you had to rebuild again you kept doing what you could. Tattooine was your home, these were your people and by the stars someone had to help them. You weren't a warrior, but you could use the skills you did have.

As you readied breakfast at dawn you took another appraising look at the gowns your friend had sent, finding one that you felt would be suitable. The green and gold shimmer silk would drape nicely while allowing for needed movement. The sari wrap would help cover anything missed by the rest of the dress. You hoped that you could shine up like a new credit or at least look presentable. There was still hours of cooking ahead, but you would do your utmost to represent the Palace well, even if the guests didn't deserve the hospitality.

You would do it for the people of Tatooine and for their new protector.

Some days you couldn't help falling into despair, thinking that perhaps you were a jinx. Sometimes you couldn't sleep. Then the next day you would pick yourself up and do what you must. Celsus Manu had raised you better, he raised a strong granddaughter and you would not disappoint him. Taking a deep breath you sent the message to Fennec confirming your choice. “Alright 'Kay, into the Nexu's den once more...”

Mando'a translations:

Mesh'la- beautiful

Cyar'ika- sweetheart

Ash'tuur mesh'la -Someday beautiful

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thatgirlinskullz · 3 years ago

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random SPOILER thoughts on The Book of Boba Fett S1 Finale... ****SPOILERSS****

-- it's gonna be all over the place, i'm sorry

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that was... STAR WARS. 💖💖💖

that was.... everything....

that was SO FKIN AWESOME I CANNOT PUT INTO WORDS... 💖💖

yeah, it didn't make me emotional like seeing Ahsoka interact with Luke.. but goddamn was it a fkin exciting, incredibly well done episode!!

seeing everyone come together.. everyone play a part.. it was just... *chef's kiss

i honestly love how it's so apparent that Boba's not young anymore... they show it with the amount of times he falls XD and his movements are slower, there was no way he could have beaten Cad Bane in a western-style duel... BUT that doesn't mean he can't kick some ass, and boy did he!

the Boba+Mando teamup shootout was definitely a highlight, and thinking of Robert Rodriguez's background with the Mexico trilogy, it just makes sense it was so fun and well done. the teamwork, how they covered each other, every bit of it was just fun and creative and looked good as hell. plus both of them using the jetpacks was the icing on the cake. 💖

a minor issue i had was Grogu just showing up, not actually seeing him make the decision. and you know.. i kiiinda wanted him to stay with Luke a bit longer.. idk. i'm conflicted.. but i do love that R2 brought him. and every scene with Grogu is a showstealer.. i mean come on, he is adorable. and even more powerful than before..

the way he takes the droid apart?! the way he calms down the Rancor?! it's just.. mm soo GOOD! the fact that he already has this connection to animals is amazing. and it just reinforces the idea that jedi could connect to various creatures through the force.. and i LOVE that bit so fkin much.

Grogu curling up next to the Rancor was the single cutest thing i've seen in Star Wars (anytime recently), i was just soo cute!! 😭😭😭💖

also, the Rancor was fkin awesome to watch throughout. i was calling them "baby" because i did not want to see them hurt. i did not want to see the one and only Rancor we have die! what would happen to space Machete if he lost his baby Rancor?! but also, i love Rancor, i think they're fkin amazing creatures...

the bit with the Rancor climbing the tower, all King Kong style was both hilarious and a very welcome nod to Kong. i loved it. the way it held Mando was just funny cuz he was being the damsel in distress XD

also, BOBA RIDING THE RANCOR!!!?!!! IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED, HELLOO?!!! did not think we'd get to see it, but here we are! 😭💖

speaking of Boba, his standoff with Cad Bane.. wow.. there's so much there... i know Bane doesn't give a shit about anyone but himself but damn i had a feeling that he might actually like Boba and not want to kill him? like he was hesitating a bit, battling with their past together, since they did work together, he did know Jango.. there's a LOT of history there. so i kinda felt like Bane had juuust a teeeny bit of humanity in him this time?! maybe?! idk.. but damn the way it ended.. Boba using his Tusken staff to end it... just SO GOOD!!! also... did not think we would actually have Bane die.. idk, he's like a cockroach, always makes it out, you know? tho.. the thingy did beep on his chest, does that mean he's still alive? did it signal to Todo to come and help him?! what does it mean?!!! i cannot believe he died.. (yes i know he was impaled in the chest but come on... )

AND the best part about this entire episode?! THE PYKES FINALLY HAD THEIR ASSES HANDED TO THEM!!! they've been such a vile presence in the Galaxy for so damn long, and FINALLY they got what they deserve! (well... a small portion of it). damn, i loved seeing them all fall, especially their "leader" -- cuz let's face it, that's not the leader-leader.. it was just the leader on Tatooine.. so yeah the Pykes are not fully gone, thy are still a menace on the Galaxy, and i hate them with every fibre of my being. so it was so goddamn good seeing them fall for once..

thank you Fennec Shand for doing the dirty work and getting rid of both the Pyke leader and the fkin traitors of Tatooine. thank you. you are majestic and beautiful and i love you! 💖

honestly, that was a perfect finale for me, for what The Book of Boba Fett was, it was perfectly fitting. every storyline and character came together (except Cobb Vanth 😅, but he's recovering so it's okay), and they managed to conclude the story, and tie it up in a little bow. and i loved it.

and there IS still potential for a s2 with Boba ruling Tatooine, doing odd jobs, maybe finding some Tusken survivors..maybe a surviving clone here or there? maaaaybe a family reunion with Omega? or these characters can just show up in later Mando-related properties and i am very happy with either of those options.

i am very biased, but i loved The Book of Boba Fett! and i am very happy it exists.

i love Star Wars... and i cannot wait to see what's next.

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