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.