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MISSION PARAMETERS:
The aim of your mission is to recover the last source of the uncorrupted GRA genome from the Clone Wars era. Recovering this genome is fundamental to rebuilding the might of the Empire.
Your Target is the only known unmodified "Fett" clone. In order to ensure optimal DNA harvesting, it must be obtained alive. This is your highest priority. Do not damage the "Fett" genome source.
WARNING: The Target's threat level was assessed
by ISB as exceedingly lethal.
In the event of being captured by the Target, you are strictly prohibited from revealing your mission objectives or your Imperial allegiance. The Target must not learn of its value to the Empire. In the event of torture, remember your training.
You are Empire. You do not break.
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IMPORTANT: READ ALL AVAILABLE INTEL BEFORE APPROACHING THE TARGET. FAILURE TO DO SO WILL RESULT IN DEATH.
Disclaimer: you do not possess the necessary clearance to access every relevant article in the Imperial Security Bureau database. You may come across significant redactions.
THE TARGET.
Also known as: Boba Fett
Age: 41
Height: 5’7”
Gender: Genetically male, known to use he/him pronouns
Created: Exact date unclear. Sometime after the Battle of Naboo
Homeworld: Kamino.
Race: Sentient, human.
Occupation: Bounty hunter
Notable features: Extensive scarring all over his body.
The Target is an unaltered “Fett” clone. It is the only known surviving “Fett” clone, due to its lack of accelerated aging. The Target will be sometimes referred to as the Alpha clone or “Boba Fett”. It is not considered part of the Grand Army of the Republic (GRA) as it does not have the necessary modifications (such as: biochips, aggression inhibitors, frontal lobe disruptors and combat enhancements).
The Alpha clone was part of the deal between [REDACTED] and Jango Fett, the genetic template for the clone army. In addition to his payment, Jango Fett asked for an unaltered clone for his own unspecified purpose. He was Target’s owner for the first 10 years of its life and the one who gave it the name it is best known by, Boba Fett. Jango Fett was killed by a Jedi during the Battle of Geonosis. After that, the ownership of the Alpha clone becomes unclear. A year after Jango Fett’s death, Boba Fett was reclaimed by the Republic and sent to a maximum-security prison. Following a massive prison break, the Target (14 years old at that point) has been roaming free ever since.
Boba Fett has a clear fascination with its genetic source. In an attempt to emulate the man who took care of it in its first years of living, it chose to “follow in his footsteps”. Jango Fett was a Mandalorian (note: the Kryze administration denies that), the Alpha clone appears to behave like one too. Jango Fett was a well-known bounty hunter, the Alpha clone is one too. Some sources would even describe it as one of the most famous bounty hunters in the galaxy. Shortly before the Emperor's assassination, the Target worked with the Empire on a mission to find Captain Solo.
After that, Target went underground. Many believed that it perished after falling into a Sarlacc pit located on Tatooine. This is incorrect. The Alpha clone is still alive. It is yet unclear why it chooses to remain on Tatooine, but its alive status presents a rare opportunity for the Empire. Because the Fett template is fully mapped out by the Cloning Division on Kamino, making adjustments to its genome takes significantly less time than doing that for other less-researched clone templates. Once [REDACTED] is recovered as well, combining its high M-count with the Fett template will
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INTERVIEW 01
(SUBJECT: TAUN WE)
Taun We (Kaminoan, female. Age 115). One of the lead cloning scientists of the Clone Wars era. Personally oversaw the creation of the first Fett clone batches for the Grand Army of the Republic. Attempted to escape during the Imperial reclamation of the planet, intercepted before she could jump to hyperspace. Currently held on Kamino against her will. Mostly cooperative in sharing research and developing a new [REDACTED] for the Empire.
Note for interviewers: Very disoriented by certain human speech patterns. Stressed out by interruptions. Threats of bodily harm are unusually effective.
ONLY A CERTAIN EXCERPT OF THIS TRANSCRIPT WAS MADE AVAILABLE TO FIELD AGENTS.
G: So you agree. It is possible.
Taun We: Yes. But to give you the results you wish for with the current template you’ve provided... it would take a very long time. We haven’t yet finished mapping out the entire genome. To merge two strikingly different genotypes at this phase of research is unadvised, moff [REDACTED].
G: Naturally. You Kaminoans are regular artists when it comes to human DNA, unraveling the coils and stretching them out as you see fit... I respect that and I wouldn’t want to rush the process. But my plans are very time-sensitive.
Taun We: Perhaps we could--
G: I believe there’s a solution to this little hurdle. You’ve gotten very good at tinkering with a certain set of DNA, haven’t you?
Taun We: (no response)
G: No pleasantries this time? I thought you’d be raring to sing about your people’s glory days.
Taun We: Are you perhaps alluding to the Fett genome? If so, then yes. It was thoroughly mapped out.
G: The time when Kaminoans changed the fate of the galaxy. In a way, they named a war after you. Clone Wars. Not the Separatists Wars or Republic Wars... You, your product became its symbol. You must have been oh, so proud.
Taun We: Have I not answered your previous question in a satisfactory manner, moff [REDACTED]?
G: I want you to answer this one. Were you proud?
Taun We: (a pause) It was a contract.
G: It was more than that, wasn’t it? For the time being, your planet was the blazing furnace of war, the brightest forge in the Outer Rim... And then after the war was over... you simply decayed.
Taun We: There was no more need for our services. The Empire--
G: No. There’s always a need for good soldiers. You just couldn’t produce them anymore. Yes, you had the Fett genome down to the last allele on the last chromosome. But then you lost the source. And a copy of a copy is just a laughable attempt at the original.
Taun We: (no response)
G: It all simply... unraveled, didn’t it?
Taun We: Yes, the DNA samples we had procured from Jango Fett began to unravel.
G: Not what I meant but please, continue.
Taun We: The degradation of the genetic material is why we ceased production of this particular clone type. Stretching out what DNA we had left led to unsatisfactory results. Unfit for combat, unfit for (a pause) sentient life. With the loss of the template--
G: Well, you didn’t really lose him, now did you?
Taun We: (no response)
G: There’s a walking, talking Fett back-up running around the galaxy as we speak and you never even thought to try to grab him. What happened to your sense of business?
Taun We: (no response)
G: Do you even know what I’m talking about?
Taun We: (no response)
G: Bo-ba. Boba Fett. The unmodified, uncorrupted, perfectly preserved template. Just roaming the galaxy. A bit older than the original when you first bought the rights to his genome, but it’s essentially the same thing, isn’t it? And he’s just out there. Ripe for the picking.
Taun We: (no response, audible shifting can be heard)
G: (laugh) And they say Kaminoans have no emotions.
Taun We: Our agreement with Jango Fett--
G: He raised him like a son, didn’t he? He cloned himself a kid. Did you ever find that strange?
Taun We: (a pause) No. This is not strange to us.
G: Hm, well. Different cultures, I suppose. Seems like your people share some qualities with the Mandalorians. Namely your love for contracts and a very loose definition of what constitutes an offspring.
Taun We: Is that undesirable?
G: The majority of the galaxy would say so. Not me. I happen to find Mandalorians very inspiring. It’s not a coincidence that a Mandalorian was the template of the greatest army in the galaxy. They’re tenacious. Look at us, it’s been thirty years since the end of the war and we’re still talking about Fett.
Taun We: (long pause)
G: This silence is quite telling. You knew him, didn’t you? Boba.
Taun We: I was present for his upbringing, yes.
G: He’s got quite a scary reputation these days.
Taun We: I believe it’s what his father wanted for him.
G: Is that reputation the reason why you never reclaimed him?
Taun We: We had no right to detain Boba after his father’s death. Furthermore, at that time, he was too young to be used as the new template.
G: He’s not too young now.
Taun We: By the time he was old enough, we had stopped production and there was no need to locate him.
G: There is one now. But you don’t have to worry about finding him, I have other people for that. No, what I want to know is this: if I bring you the unmodified Fett clone, will you and dr. Pershing be able to restart the production?
Taun We: (another long pause, more shifting) Yes. Not on a mass scale but--
G: I’m not looking for huge numbers. Quality over quantity. If we succeed at modifying the M-count in the Fett genome, then we will be able to begin the next phase. Yes. You should be excited.
Taun We: (pause) I don't understand. Why?
G: Your planet has another shot at giving us something magnificent.
INTERVIEW 23
(SUBJECT: DENGAR)
Dengar (Human, male. Corelian. Age 52). A bounty hunter with an exceptionally long career. Sources say that before he began to hunt he was a gladiator first. His path first crossed with Boba Fett during the Clone Wars. They both belonged to the same hunting syndicate called Krayt's Claw which disbanded shortly after the Clone Wars. However, the Target and Dengar continued to occasionally work together. Dengar was one of the last hunters who’s seen the Target before its disappearance in the Dune Sea.
Note: The undercover agent conducting this interview was killed in action. This transcript is available only because of a concealed recording device. Some parts of the conversation are inaudible because of the other voices present at the scene.
Dengar: You’re Olaraa?
Field Agent SB-004: Yes, that’s me. And you’re Dengar?
Dengar: Sure am. Now, come on. I got no time to spare.
SB-004: Hold on, you could be anyone. I signed up to do this job with Dengar, the Dengar. I’m not leaving until I know for sure you’re the guy you say you are.
[Sounds of a chair being pulled closer]
Dengar: (loud groan) I’m famous but I’m not that famous, toots. Nobody’s ever tried to impersonate little ol’ me.
SB-004: Humor me. For calling me ‘toots’.
Dengar: Fine, fine. So how do I prove that I am, in fact, the Dengar? What d’you wanna know?
SB-004: Hmmm... Good question. Can’t be anything too obvious... Everyone knows you’re from Corelia.
Dengar: Do they? Heh. I miss that black hole sometimes. Hey, I can tell you my poor mother’s name, may she know peace now that she’s under fifteen alloy layers...
SB-004: No, I know. Tell me about Krayt’s Claw.
Dengar: (no response)
SB-004: (a pause) Told you, can’t be too obvious.
Dengar: No, no. It’s just I haven’t heard that name in a while. Heh. Hold on. Hey! Hey, grab me one of those, will ya? Put it on her tab.
SB-004: Classy. You know what, I’m starting to believe you really are that Dengar.
Dengar: Hey, I can’t talk with a dry tongue, now can I? Okay, so Krayt’s Claw. (INAUDIBLE) ...curious, where did you hear that one?
SB-004: I knew Latts Razzi.
Dengar: Oh. (A long pause) It ain’t right what happened to her.
[Sounds of glass bottles being set down]
SB-004: No. (A pause) It wasn’t right.
Dengar: Fierfek. Didn’t expect to revisit that topic today. It’s bad luck to talk about the dead before a job, you know.
SB-004: No, I don’t know. Is that a Corelian superstition?
Dengar: Nah, my own. And I’ve been in this business longer than anyone else I know, so there must be something to it.
SB-004: Well, not everyone’s dead though.
Dengar: Yeah. I s’pose. Bossk’s still running around, doing well for himself actually… But you know what happened to Latts. And everyone and their mother has heard about Fett (snorts).
SB-004: Oh, come on.
Dengar: “Come on”, come on what?
SB-004: You believe that? Seriously? Fett is dead?
Dengar: ‘course I do. Ever seen a Sarlacc up close? Not even that bastard could survive it.
SB-004: (laughs) Come on, man. It’s Fett.
Dengar: Oh, you’re one of those.
SB-004: What do you mean?
Dengar: You believe the Fett hype (scoffs). Trust me, toots, he wasn’t all that. I knew him, back when he was, what, fourteen years old? He was an asshole back then, remained one till his last breath. I coulda been a Fett too if only I didn't like the sound of my own voice that much.
SB-004: Wasn’t he the leader of Krayt’s Claw?
Dengar: Guess he was. Until he decided it was time to hunt solo and ditched us.
SB-004: Latts said you worked together from time to time though.
[A sound of glass being set down abruptly]
Dengar: How did you know Latts again?
SB-004: We met on a ship-jacking job. This was before Ohnaka’s Gang reformed but we (INAUDIBLE) ...one thing led to another and we got close. And then... well. You know what happened.
Dengar: Yeah. Unfortunately, I do. Fierfek. Latts had a grudge against Boba after he left the gang, I’m surprised she mentioned him at all.
SB-004: (A pause) I kinda... pressed her. I just wanted to know more about the big players, that ship-jacking job I did with her? It was my third mission ever.
Dengar: I get it, I get it. You’re inquisitive. It’s a good quality in this business. Asking questions.
SB-004: (no response)
Dengar: Well, you wanna know what Fett was like? Back then, he was like a beeping thermal detonator. Say the wrong thing and he would’ve chomped your head off. And as time went on, he didn’t change, he just... stopped beeping. (A pause). I don’t know where I was going with that metaphor.
SB-004: I get it, my mother was the same.
Dengar: Heh. So, you see, he was a bastard but a damn efficient one. Gave me the creeps sometimes. But he knows a survivor when he sees one, so yeah, we worked together from time to time. Can’t say he liked me but I don’t think he ever liked anyone. ‘sides, he didn’t have time for friends. Busy man. He was here to win.
SB-004: He's a legend.
Dengar: I guess.
SB-004: (A pause). But you can’t seriously believe he’s dead. I know there are so many untrue rumors about him but from what Latts told me… There’s no way he’d go out like that. Like a… like a rookie. I mean, he was the top dog.
Dengar: The higher you climb...
[Sounds of a glass being poured]
Dengar: See, that’s why I’m fine being just Dengar. Nobody will care if I ever slip on bantha shit and fall into a trash compactor.
SB-004: Come on. You can’t believe he’s dead. You’ve met him. He has to be out there somewhere, maybe still on Tatooine...
Dengar: (A long pause). Yeah, and you know what? I changed my mind. Now I do believe Fett's still alive.
[Sounds of a glass being picked up and set down abruptly]
Dengar: Because why else would I have an Imp asking me all these questions about him?
SB-004: What??
Dengar: So. He’s alive and the Empire wants his ass. Fine, I don’t care. But why did you have to go and get me involved this, waste my time on this stupid set-up? How desperate are you?
SB-004: What are you talking about?
Dengar: Oh, drop the act, toots. You never even met Latts.
SB-004: (A long pause)
[Two blaster shots. It’s unclear who reached for their blaster first. The audio starts crackling, a lot of background noise from other people present at the scene.]
Dengar: Fierfek.
[Sounds of pockets being opened. The body of Field Agent SB-004 is being searched.]
Dengar: Well, that should cover that fake job you signed on to do with me.
[Presumably, he takes the assigned credit chips. They were not found on the agent's body. He doesn’t check for the recording device.]
Dengar: Idiots. Never met a bounty hunter asking so many questions. (INAUDIBLE) And if I ever see Fett again, I'm going to... (INAUDIBLE) ...getting married next month, I can’t get mixed up with all of that.
[More background noise. Dengar flees the scene.]
INTERVIEW 75
(SUBJECT: TN-433)
TN-433 (Human, male. Age 23. Enlisted on Coruscant). TN-433 was part of the failed recovery mission on Tython. He was one of the two only survivors left behind by the Target, the Mandalorian (Din Djarin) and the unknown female assailant.
NOTE: After recovering from his wounds, TN-433 was sent to reconditioning. Current prognosis: unfit for combat duty.
TN-433: Lieutenant, I--
LP: At ease, trooper. How are your wounds?
TN-433: It’s… they, um. They said they put everything back inside. It’s not like.. It’s not like I can check.
LP: But you’re alive, soldier.
TN-433: (laughs) Me and TN-421. But they say, they say she might--
LP: She’s a fighter too. Focus on yourself first.
TN-433: Yes, ma’am.
LP: I’m here to talk to you about the Tython mission. This is your official debriefing. Are you ready?
TN-433: I… yes. Yes, ma’am.
LP: Good. Sit up straight. Yes. Tell me what happened. Start at the beginning.
TN-433: We… we were sent to recover the Asset. I was with my entire squad and… we were briefed on what to do with the, um, the green guy. Officer Shoon, he said, stun it immediately when you see it. So we were ready for that and then the Mandalorian… we were ready for him too. (A pause and then a sudden outburst) I don’t understand, we brought so much firepower, it shouldn’t have mattered. It shouldn’t have mattered, it just shouldn’t-- the thermal detonators, the rounds, the cannons, why even haul them--
LP: Soldier. Why didn’t it matter?
TN-433: (whisper) ‘cause there were two of them.
LP: Speak up.
TN-433: ‘cause there were two of them, ma’am.
LP: Two?
TN-433: Two Mandalorians.
LP: Two.
TN-433: And a woman, with a-- with a braid. At first, we were closing in on her and the, um. The silver Mando. The orders were to neutralize them because, because they weren’t letting us reach the Asset. But then out of nowhere, it came.
LP: It?
TN-433: The green armor.
LP: The second Mandalorian.
TN-433: It’s-- we wear armor too, but I never realized how… how hard it is to fight someone with no eyes. They both had no eyes. I couldn’t tell where they were looking, if they even were looking at us-- when they shot--
LP: Focus, TN-433. The other Mandalorian arrived, what can you tell me about them?
TN-433: I don’t-- (choked noise) I don’t know where it came from. I never fought a Mandalorian before. We shot at them but they didn’t even-- I know about the armor, but they didn’t even stagger, neither one of them. (loud inhale) When you shoot something it doesn’t need to bleed-- but it should at least stagger.
(A moment of prolonged silence)
TN-433: And now everyone's dead.
LP: What did they look like? The other attacker.
TN-433: I don’t… A thermal detonator went off and there it just was. I don’t-- I don’t know who they were and I know it should have been a person, ma’am. I know that but-- it was just armor. The, uh… It twisted its helmet to look at me, or at least I think so, I think it looked at me. And I couldn’t see the eyes behind it, just that shape.
LP: You said it was green, the armor?
TN-433: Yes. Scratched all over. Red gauntlets.
[Someone knocks on the door to the recovery room.]
LP: One second, soldier.
[LP leaves. TN-433 is heard breathing heavily. LP comes back after roughly five minutes after checking in with an ISB officer outside. LP was informed that the second attacker was confirmed to be the Target, Boba Fett.]
LP: So, out of nowhere, a second Mandalorian arrives.
TN-433: Y-yes. And it-- they, he-- it killed everyone. The silver one and the woman, they just watched. They didn’t even have to help because the green one...
LP: One Mandalorian decimated your entire squad.
TN-433: (sob) Yes. And I don’t know if it was even-- looking. Because I couldn’t see its eyes or if it… even had eyes. I don’t know.
LP: (almost softly) TN-433, he was a man in a suit of armor. Just like you and I.
TN-433: No, no. No, it wasn’t the same, ma’am. You didn’t see the way it moved, so slow. Unhurried. It was toying with us, the armor was toying with us. Men don’t move like that, they breathe and they-- they twitch and stagger. This was just-- it’s the armor. Just gliding. Whatever we threw at it, it didn’t go down. No flesh underneath it. It didn't go down, it was here to kill.
LP: TN-433, calm down.
TN-433: You shouldn’t have purged that planet.
LP: TN-433, last warning. Take a deep breath. (A pause) Thank you. I’m going to ignore that last comment. What else happened?
TN-433: (whisper) What else? My turn. My turn came. Because I was the closest to the armor. So, it grabbed me and then… I don’t know what it did. But something exploded in my gut and it couldn’t have been a punch but I think it was. Then I flew and landed on the… My own armor shattered with that explosion and the shards-- in my guts-- I shouldn’t have tried to pull them out. But at least I waited. I waited until the Mandalorians were gone. And the woman. Then you found me and--
LP: Calm down. Easy. Easy now.
TN-433: I never fought a Mandalorian before. Nobody said they’re empty inside.
LP: They’re not. They’re just barbarians in a fancier set of plates. They tried to stop you from serving the Empire, from fighting for the order. But you didn’t let them, you survived.
TN-433: They didn’t tell us… they didn’t prepare us, they just dropped us there and told us to fight those… armors. And there were two of them.
LP: Easy. You’re safe now.
TN-433: You shoot at them and they don’t go down but when they shoot at us, it makes our guts explode. It doesn’t-- (choked noise) ...that’s not how they said this mission will go. I saw my own bile.
LP: Sit down.
TN-433: I watched them all die, I’ve served with these people for two years and that armor just… It didn’t care. It didn’t care.
LP: Settle down. Focus. Is there anything else you can tell me? Anything else that can help us? This is very important, TN-433.
TN-433: (whisper) What was I supposed to do?
LP: (A pause) You did well, soldier.
TN-433: No. I was only in the way.
[Prolonged silence]
LP: Get some rest, trooper. At ease.
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