Tales of the Bounty Hunters

Když si tak uvědomuji, tak tuhle knížku jsem četl dokonce hned na třech zařízeních jako e-book, nakonec v mé vlastní podlehla i poslední řádka.

Kniha je antalogií příběhů menších postav ze Star Wars: Episode V, a je dokonce třetí obdobnou antalogií v sérii - předcházejí jí Tales from the Mos Eisley Cantina a Tales from Jabba's Palace. Samozřejmě je to spíš čtení pro fanoušky, i když i méně zdatní spatří rozpory mezi knihou a trilogií epizod I-III, která přišla na svět až nějakou dobu po této knize. To se ovšem týká poslední z povídek, která ne úplně odpovídá tomu, co víme z ostatních příběhů o Boba Fettovi, hlavně o jeho původu a biologickém věku.

Kniha obsahuje následující povídky:

• "Therefore I Am: The Tale of IG-88" (Kevin J. Anderson)
• "Payback: The Tale of Dengar" (Dave Wolverton)
• "The Prize Pelt: The Tale of Bossk" (Kathy Tyers)
• "Of Possible Futures: The Tale of Zuckuss and 4-LOM" (M. Shayne Bell)
• "The Last One Standing: The Tale of Boba Fett" (Daniel Keys Moran)

Ukázka z povídky o Boba Fettovi:

Destroyer and the TIE fighters were directing a withering fire upon the Millennium Falcon, laser light washing over the ship again and again; and if Fett got close enough to grapple, he would be close enough to take the brunt of that fire.

Any moment now?

And something was wrong. The Falcon wasn't jumping.

Fett doubled-checked the trajectory his computer had run for the Falcon, and the trajectory was correct; the gravimetrics were correct, the vectors were correct, the Falcon should have jumped by now.

Something wrong with their hyperdrive, Fett thought, and a moment later knew himself correct; the Falcon veered off - heading straight into the Hoth System asteroid belt.

Fett cut his engines, and simply watched as the Millennium Falcon dove into the belt. Solo was desperate; Fett wasn't, not nearly desperate enough to take the Slave I in among those tumbling mountains of stone and iron.

The hundred thousand credits could wait for another day; you can't spend money when you're dead?

Fett leaned forward slightly in his seat, thinking to himself that it had, really, been quite a remarkable day for Imperial stupidity: The TIE fighters were going in after them.

Fett sat back in his seat, shaking his head. Plainly none of those people knew the first thing about cost analysis.

After a long blank moment he turned his sensors back in-system, and picked out the unmistakable shape of Darth Vader's Super Star Destroyer Executor.

He hailed it, received confirmation, and charted a course.