better than dreams. Who needed a mom when you had a dad like Jango Fett?
Suddenly Boba caught a glimpse of something on the rear vid screen. A blip. “Dad, I think we’re being tracked!”
Jango’s smile disappeared. The blip was matching their every turn. A ship on their tail.
“Look at the sensor screen,” Boba said excitedly. “Isn’t that a cloaking shadow?”
Jango switched the sensor screen to higher res. It showed a tracker attached to the hull of
Slave I.
Boba couldn’t believe it. Hadn’t he watched the Jedi slide into the stormy sea of Kamino? How could the Jedi have survived to follow them?
“He must have put a tracking device on our hull during the fight,” said Jango, with the steel of determination in his voice. “We’ll fix that!”
Boba was just about to ask
how,
when his dad pushed him back into his seat.
“Hang on, son. We’ll move into the asteroid field. He won’t be able to follow us there. If he does, we’ll leave him a couple of surprises.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Into the asteroid field! Boba felt a cold touch of fear as his father pulled back on the controls and
Slave I
slid upward, into the ring itself.
Jagged rocks zipped past, on either side. It was like flying through a forest of stone.
Boba couldn’t look. And he couldn’t not look, either. He knew that if they hit one, they were dead.
Obliterated.
Erased.
They wouldn’t even leave a ripple on the galaxy.
Then Boba told himself:
Stop worrying. Look who’s at the controls!
Boba kept his eyes on his father. The asteroids were still zipping past
Slave I
but they didn’t seem quite as scary.
Jango Fett was at the controls.
Boba relaxed and checked the rear viewscreen. “He’s gone,” he told his father.
“He must have gone on toward the surface,” Jango replied.
Suddenly the image on the viewscreen wavered with a rogue signal. In the static Boba saw a familiar outline.
The Delta-7.
“Look, Dad, he’s back!”
Jango calmly hit a button on the weaponry console marked SONIC CHARGE: RELEASE .
Boba looked back and saw a canister drifting toward the Jedi starfighter.
He grinned. So long! The Jedi was doomed….
And so was Boba. Because when he turned back around in his seat and looked forward, he saw nothing but stone.
Slave I
was heading straight for a huge, jagged asteroid!
“Dad! Watch out!”
Jango’s voice was quiet and cold as he pulled
Slave I
into a steep climb, barely missing the killer rock. “Stay calm, son. We’ll be fine. That Jedi won’t be able
to follow us through this.”
That was the plan, anyway. But the Jedi had other ideas. As his father deftly guided
Slave I
through the asteroid field, Boba kept his eyes on the rear screen.
“There he is!” he cried.
The Jedi starfighter was still there, right on their tail. It was as if it were tied to
Slave I
.
Jango shook his head grimly. “He doesn’t seem to be able to take a hint. Well, if we can’t lose him, we’ll have to finish him.”
Hitting a button, he turned the starship and headed straight toward another asteroid, even bigger than the last one.
Only this time, he didn’t pull up. Instead, he flew straight toward the jagged surface.
Boba couldn’t believe it. Was his own father trying to kill them both? “Watch out!” he cried.
He closed his eyes, waiting for the explosion.
So this is what it’s like to die
, he thought. He felt amazingly calm. He wondered how badly it would hurt when they hit. Or would it
just be like a flash of light? Or…
Or nothing.
With Jango Fett at the controls,
Slave I
never slowed, never hesitated.
It looked like certain death.
The ship dove straight down into a narrow canyon on the asteroid’s surface.
At the bottom was a cave, with an opening just big enough for a small starship turned on its side.
Just barely big enough…
Something was wrong.
Nothing had happened. Boba was still alive.
He opened his eyes.
He saw rock everywhere. His dad had flown full speed into a hole in