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The children went up the stairs to their rooms, still chattering about the story. All except for the little girl. She paused at the top of the steps with a quizzical look on her face. "Is Boba Fett a good guy or a bad guy?" He considered that for a moment. "That's a question only you can answer," he said finally. The girl shrugged her shoulders and bounded up the stairs, leaving the Storyteller alone with his thoughts. Well, not quite alone.
 "How long have you been sitting there?" the Storyteller asked.
 "You tell me," came the flat, filtered response. The Storyteller turned toward the shadowed booth from which agray and green-garbed figure emerged. Boba Fett stood before the Storyteller, arms folded across his armored chest.
 "After all these years you actually managed to find me." Smiling, the Storyteller stood up. "At least my little tale will be authentic now."
 The bounty hunter slowly reached into one of his pouches and the Storyteller took a deep breath. Fett withdrew something silver and shiny and the Storyteller suddenly had visions of thermal detonators. Fett casually tossed the object toward the man, who caught it out of reflex. The Storyteller braced himself for the end, but when it didn't come he looked at the object in his palm. It was a credit chit. Fett was already walking toward the exit. The Storyteller held it up, confused. "What is this?" The bounty hunter didn't turn around. "Many things, Rivo. An end, a new beginning... and maybe even an answer to a little girl's question." Fett glanced back once, then disappeared through the doors. The Storyteller (he no longer really thought of himself as Rivo) examined the chit. It contained 50,000 credits. The exact bounty put on his head by Jabba. Suddenly, everything became clear. He grinned and ran outside. Boba Fett was gone... vanished into the wastes of Ladarra.