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couple of hours alone in the apartment, Boba knew that his first impressions had been right. Geonosis was boring. Even more boring than Kamino.
    Boredom is kind of like a microscope. It can make little things look big. Boba counted all the stones in the walls of the apartment. He counted all the cracks in the floor.
    Bored with cracks and stones, he stared out the narrow window, watching the dust storms roll across the plains and watching the rings wheel across the sky above.
    Boba wished he had brought some books. The only one he had was the black book his father had given him, the one he couldn’t open. It was in a box with his clothes and old toys, not even
worth looking for.
    He’d have to make his own excitement. But how?
    Be here when I get back
. That didn’t mean he couldn’t leave the apartment. Just that he couldn’t go very far.
    Boba stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind him. The stone corridor was dim and quiet. In the distance Boba could hear a booming noise. It sounded almost like the sea on stormy
Kamino.
    Could there be an ocean here, on this desert planet?
    Boba walked to the end of the corridor and stuck his head around the corner. The booming was louder. Now it sounded like a distant drum.
    Around the corner there was a stone stairway, leading down. At the bottom the stairs, another hall. At the end of the hall, another stairway.
    Stone steps, leading down, into the darkness. Boba followed them, feeling his way, one step at a time. The farther he went, the darker it got.
    The darker it got, the louder the booming. It sounded like a giant beating a drum.
    Boba had the feeling he had gone too far, but he didn’t want to turn back. Not yet. Not until he had discovered what was making the booming noise.
    Then a last, long spiral staircase ended in a narrow hallway. The hallway ended at a heavy door. The booming was so loud that the door itself was shaking.
    Boba was almost afraid to look. He was about to turn back. Then, in his mind, he heard his father’s voice:
Do that which you fear most, and you will find the courage you seek.
    Boba pulled the door open.
    BOOM
    BOOM
    BOOM
    There was no wild ocean storm, no giant beating a drum. But Boba was not disappointed. What he saw was even more amazing.
    He was looking into a vast underground room, lighted by glowing lamps, and filled with moving shapes. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he could see a long assembly line, where huge metal
machines were stamping out arms and legs, wheels and blades, heads and torsos. The noise was thunderous. The heavy, rust-colored parts, once stamped, were carried on clattering belts to a central
area, where they were assembled by grim-faced Geonosians into warlike Battle Droids, which snapped to attention as soon as their heads were screwed on.
    The assembled droids then marched in long lines out of the cavern, through a high, arched doorway, into the darkness.
    Boba watched, fascinated. What was the purpose of all these weapons of war? It was hard to believe that there was room in the galaxy for so many Battle Droids and droidekas bristling with blades
and blasters.
    He imagined them all in action, fighting one another. It was exciting to think about—and a little scary, too.
    “Hey, you there!”
    Boba looked up. A Security Droid was hurrying his way, across a cartwalk toward the open door. Rather than explain who he was and what he was doing, Boba decided to do the sensible thing.
    He slammed the door and ran.
    Be here when I get back
, Jango had said. Boba was just shutting the apartment door behind him when he heard footsteps in the hall outside.
    Barely made it!
thought Boba as his father opened the door.
    Two men were with him. One of them was a Geonosian, wearing the elaborate finery of a high official over its branchlike body and barrel-shaped head. The other was more simply dressed, but
somehow familiar.
    “And so you see, Count Dooku, we have made great progress,” said the