tk for tu juan said:
I Have Spoken said:
This would be the Star Wars equivalent of a Benjamin Knox painting.
Not until force ghost Obi-Wan and Anakin are watching from the sky with flying McGee
The Pykes came across the rolling dune of sand by the thousands. Armored transports, speeder bikes, mercenaries in landspeeders, and phalanx after phalanx of foot soldiers. They could have captured all of Tatooine with this army. Today, they would use it to take Jabba's Palace.
Riding astride his pet rancor, Fluffy, Boba Fett stood at the gate of the palace that had so recently become his home. He was flanked by his own forces, powerful, but woefully few.
To his left, Black Krrsantan, the Wookiee bounty hunter who had only recently tried to assassinate him while he rested in his bacta tank. Only the timely intervention of Velma, Daphne, Fred, Shaggy, and the rest of the gang had saved him. He had hoped they would have come today to stand with him, but none of them had returned their permission slips in time.
No matter. Standing in the shadow of the towering Wookiee was Din Djarin, now just another outlaw in Mandalorian Combat Armor. Djarin was wearing a suit of pure Beskar and had weapons for days. He wouldn't go down easy.
To his right, Master Assassin Fennec Shand, holding her sniper rifle and looking damn fine despite her six decades of life. If he survived the battle, Boba Fett made a mental note to finally getting around to dropping the old seismic charge on that ass. He realized that Fennec wasn't looking for targets in the Pyke column, but rather was gazing distractedly at the fifth member of their defense force.
Skywalker. Whose face looked a lot more convincing since they'd hired that Deepfake guy. The Jedi sorcerer was suspended in mid-air, legs crossed, his eyes closed but moving rapidly.
"Excuse me?" Fennec asked of Djarin, "But does your friend often do that?"
Djarin shrugged his shoulders as Skywalker came out of his weird trance. He took a deep breath and smiled. "The Pykes' overconfidence is their weakness."
The wizard started spinning his hands together and behind the small group, a glowing circle of light appeared. Fett narrowed his eyes as a trio of figures stepped through it. They were aliens, two long and lanky, one shorter and obese.
"Meesa called Jar Jar Binks!" the leader said, "Meesa your humble servant! Thissen Captain Tarpals and the Big Boss Nass, yo honor! Weesa here to help!"
As Fett started wordlessly at the idiotic looking creatures, his helmet com buzzed.
"Boba Fett?" an oddly familiar voice said. "Boba Fett? Where?"
With a roar that shook the rafters, a ship came out of hyperspace overhead. An all-too-familiar YT-1300 Corellian freighter. It did a 360-degree swivel and hovered in mid-air above the palace.
The cockpit opened up and Han Solo's sneering mug appeared. "You know, sometimes I even amaze myself!" he called down.
But even the appearance of the moron who knocked him into the Sarlaac couldn't hold Fett's attention, as more circles of light opened up around him, spilling out Ahsoka Tano, Lando Calrissian piloting the Lady Luck, Wedge Antilles and Rogue Squadron, Bo-Katan Kryze, Bossk flying the Hound's Tooth, carrying IG-88, Dengar, Zuckuss and 4LOM (or is it 4LOM and Zuckuss?), Admiral Ackbar at the controls of Home One, broadcasting "IT's A TRAP, *****ES!" on all hailing frequencies.
On and on they came until they blocked out the twin suns above.
The first circle of light had gotten larger and larger still, bringing forth a massive army of the strange Gungans, who were now pounding their spears on the ground as they chanted "MOOEY, MOOEY! MOOEY, MOOEY! MOOEY, MOOEY!"
The Pykes armed their weapons and prepared for war.
Fett opened his mouth to rally his troops to war, when Binks pushed past him, lowering his Opee Sea Killer battle helmet as he screamed "OTOH GUNGA FOREVER!"
So began the War for Tatooine.