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Hard Merchandise: Star Wars Legends (The Bounty Hunter Wars) [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Jeter, K. W.
  • Author:  Jeter, K. W.
  • ISBN-10:  055357891X
  • ISBN-10:  055357891X
  • ISBN-13:  9780553578911
  • ISBN-13:  9780553578911
  • Publisher:  Del Rey
  • Publisher:  Del Rey
  • Pages:  352
  • Pages:  352
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Apr-1999
  • Pub Date:  01-Apr-1999
  • SKU:  055357891X-11-MING
  • SKU:  055357891X-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100075810
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Boba Fett fears only one enemy--the one he cannot see....

Feared and admired, respected and despised, Boba Fett enjoys a dubious reputation as the galaxy's most successful bounty hunter. Yet even a man like Boba Fett can have one too many enemies....

When Boba Fett stumbles across evidence implicating Prince Xizor in the murder of Luke Skywalker's aunt and uncle, Fett makes himself an enemy even he fears: the unknown mastermind behind a monstrous deception, who will kill to hide his tracks. Fett also finds himself in possession of an amnesiac young woman named Neelah, who may be the key to the mystery--or a decoy leading Fett into a murderous ambush. Fett's last hope is to run through the list of Xizor's hidden enemies. And since Xizor's hidden enemies are almost as legion as Fett's, the chance of survival is slim--even for someone as skilled and relentless as Boba Fett.



© 1999 Lucasfilm Ltd. and TM.  All rights reserved.  Used under authorization.A ruthless enemy threatens Boba Fett with a fate worse than death. . .NOW . . .
(during the events ofStar Wars:  Return of the Jedi)

Two bounty hunters sat in a bar, talking.

"Things aren't what they used to be," said Zuckuss morosely. As a member of one of the ammonia-breathing species of his homeworld Gand, he had to be careful in establishments such as this. Intoxicants and stimulants that produced feelings of well-being in other creatures often evoked a profound melancholy in him. Even in a high-class place that supposedly catered to all known physiologies--the soothing, programmed play of lights across the columned walls, the shifting spectra that were supposed to relax weary travelers' central nervous systems, struck Zuckuss as crepuscular and depressing as the faded hopes of his youth. I had ambitions once, he told himself, leaning over the tall, blue-tinged glass in front of him. Big ones. Where had they gone?

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