Doma Fett by Ben Church b_church@yahoo.com I suppose the first thing that goes through people's minds when they learn who my father is, is "Yeah right. Tell us another one." I don't blame them. I didn't believe it either, when I first learned the truth. I don't have any proof, just my mother's word. And to me, her word is good enough. Naturally, she knew him before he became the Underworld sensation he is today. Hey, everybody had to come from somewhere right? Well, in his case, it was a planet beset by the highest crime rate in the galaxy. Now it's an asteroid field, but that's another story. My mother told me he got the suit wholesale. The clone wars were still going on strong, and he got several suits. He left her one to remember him by. I don't know if he ever intended to come back or not. He's as mysterious to me as he is to rest of you. He doesn't know about me, heck, my mother didn't even know untill a month after he was gone. I doubt he'd care even if he did. I've been mistaken for him several times. Not surprising since we're about the same height, and have the same taste in clothes. My suit's just not as battered as his is. And I'm certainly not as good as he is. Not near as much experiance. Someday I'd guess we're bound to meet. Word of exploits of his that he never had anything to do with will doubtless not surprise him, he is a living legend after all, but as we're both in the same line of work, sooner or later we're gonna be on the same job. Untill then, I just go through life, picking up whatever work I can. Sometimes for the Empire, but not often. That would be the main difference between us. Our moral code. It's not easy being the son of a legend, there's a lot to live up to. Ah well. No one ever said being Boba Fett's sone would be easy.