Mok Shaiz, Mayor of Mos Espa, wrung his hands as Boba Fett towered before him. “The Night Wind assassin threatened my reign,” Shaiz stuttered, feigning innocence. Fett’s gaze was piercing. “You expect me to believe you had no hand in this?” “Why would I? It serves no purpose!”
Without warning, Shaiz signaled his guard. A blaster shot rang out, the assassin fell.
Shaiz smirked, masking fear. “See? Problem resolved.” Fett narrowed his eyes.“for now cross me again, and I won't be merciful.”
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