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Fifty-nine Bottles of Ale on the Wall

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This story is No. 2 in the series "Dawn Solo". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Boba Fett may be the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy, but he's never dealt with anybody quite like Dawn Solo before. Written for the 2010 August Fic-a-Day.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Star Wars > Dawn-CenteredkerrykhatFR71415082,08916 Aug 1016 Aug 10Yes
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and related characters; George Lucas owns "Star Wars" and related characters; I own nothing.

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Han was going to kill her. After he rescued her, of course. There was no point in rescuing her if she was already dead, a fact that she decided to use to her advantage. There was no way Boba Fett was going to kill her when he still needed her as bait to capture her brother so that he could get back at Han for escaping him that one time with Lando’s help. She knew that Fett was the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy and all that, but she doubted he’d ever had to deal with an annoyed teenage girl who was known for driving her brother and his Wookie co-pilot up the walls of their cockpit on a regular basis. From what she heard, he was mainly into disintegrations.

“Fifty-nine bottles of ale on the wall, fifty-nine bottles of ale,” Dawn Solo sang slightly off-key, rattling her binders in time to the song. “Take one down, pass it around, fifty-eight bottles of ale on the wall...”

“Enough!” Boba Fett snarled from behind his helmet. He swiveled around in his chair to look at her. Dawn, feeling particularly childish, stuck her tongue out at him. Yeah, she was fourteen and way too old for that kind of thing, but he was being such a poodoo-brain, she didn’t care. Served him right for kidnapping her. She was surprised he had lasted as long as he did. Most people only got to the mid-seventies before snapping.

“Is there a different song you want to hear?” Dawn asked sweetly, giving him the look that both Chewie and Han had come to dread over the years.

“What I want to hear is silence,” Fett growled at her, getting to his feet, a gag in his hand. Dawn struggled, but he managed to get the gag over her mouth. Glaring at him, Dawn evaluated her options. Talking was now out of the question, but what about humming...

A few seconds later, the sound of Dawn’s muffled humming filled the air, and the rattling of the binders resumed in force. Who knew? Maybe by annoying Fett this much, he would gladly hand her over to her brother and Chewie when they came looking for her. Until then, she would keep it up just to see if she could get him to bang his helmeted head against the wall. That was something that she would pay unnaturally large amounts of credits to see.

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