No one questioned him when he bought the fuel and provisions for his ship. And no one questioned him when he climbed aboard, after obtaining clearance to depart Aargau. Money might not buy happiness, but it bought a lot of other things that were useful.
Boba settled himself in the cockpit of Slave I. It felt like coming home again—for the first time. He strapped himself in, hit the controls, and settled back. A moment later he felt the familiar rush and roar of takeoff.
Within moments Aargau was far, far behind him. Boba gazed out the screen at the glittering planet. He wondered briefly about the people he’d seen there. The young clone 9779. The Clawdite Nuri—if that was really his name. The manipulative San Hill.
What would become of them all, Boba wondered? And what would become of the Separatist cause, led by the double-crossing Count Dooku?
And Aurra Sing?
Aurra Sing might be in custody for now, but Boba knew she wouldn’t stay there for long. She was too smart for that. And when she got free, she’d come looking for him.
Boba smiled with determination. When he next met up with Aurra Sing, he’d be ready for her. For now, he had other things on his mind.
Boba knew where his immediate future was—with the notorious gangster Jabba the Hutt!
With a grin, he leaned over the control panel and punched in the coordinates for Tatooine.