𝐁𝐎𝐁𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 . though he can’t do any BOUNTY HUNTING anymore , the one thing that always kept him GOING ; kept him BUSY , kept him SANE and JUST ALRIGHT , vader called on him after finding he was PERMANENTLY BLINDED and gave him something NEW . vader’s PERSONAL BODYGUARD , something boba REFUSED at first : he KNOWS darth vader does not need a bodyguard . a SITH LORD who can TAKE OUT a WHOLE PLATOON by himself needing a guard ? BULLSHIT . he knows what people still SAY about vader , has been WARNED more than once to get away ( even by the man himself ) , but he WAS the galaxy’s most feared bounty hunter , and the ONLY ONE that could get the job done for him .
but what is he NOW ? vader PITIES him , SOMEHOW , that’s why he’s asked . he KNOWS it . boba fett is receiving some sort of COMPASSION and he doesn’t want it ; it makes him feel WEAKER than he already is . his original plan was to sit in his ship and let himself WASTE AWAY until he eventually DIED there after he was blinded ( maybe vader SENSED that ) .
as boba CAREFULLY maneuvers the halls he first STOPS in the doorway to where vader is in the bacta tank , seeing the OUTLINE of the sith lord with his upgraded helmet . his WHITE ARMOR is in stark contrast to EVERYTHING ELSE here , making him stand out and feel UNNERVING rather than FEARED and INTIMIDATING regardless of all the WEAPONRY on his form and blaster rifle in his hands . still , he stops just short of BUMPING into the tank and tilts his chin up . ❛ . . . VADER. ❜
𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐕𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 his meditation and opened his eyes. His pale, flame scorched skin stared back at him through the reflection of the glass. Without the connection to his suit the Sith Lord was more completely aware of his body; or lack of one. There was a constant pain burning through his flesh, even through the flesh that was no more. The stumps of his legs burned in what felt the same fashion they had all those years ago on the darkened beach of Mustafar. But he welcomed the pain as it fed into his hatred and therefore his strength. His meditation had sharpened the edges of his anger.
Eyes open now, he could clearly see the presence he had already known was here. Boba Fett stood just outside of the tank, and though Vader knew the other’s sight was gone, he could feel Fett staring right at him, deeper than anyone in the galaxy dared to try. The dark lord had shifted as his suit and prosthetics were reattached to his body. The armor of death had steadily been brought back piece by piece until only one part remained. Drawing on the Force he activated an automated arm that then descended, bringing down the metal face plate of his helmet and masked him in the shell in which he had learned to exist within. The helm’s neuroneedles stabbed into the skin of his skull and the base of his spine so he became one with his body, mind, and armor. His respirated breathing echoed off the walls. Darth Vader had arrived. “… Boba Fett.” he returned to the other, “What news have you brought me.”
