(open) weapon-crafting 101

[myownprice]

WHO: Boba Fett and you!
WHERE: Around Temba
WHAT: Boba decides the first thing he needs on a new planet is a weapon. Naturally.
WHEN: Early May, but after Sports Day
WARNINGS: Brief mention of child slavery




i. required materials

To say it had been a difficult first day on Agra-10 for Boba would be a massive, massive understatement. He’d spent most of it bouncing between confusion and panic, chased by his fears of what might be waiting for him if he should return to Tatooine too late and, at one point, literally chased by an angry cyborg clone through the empty Temba streets. Somehow, a day that had started with him being hunted for sport and almost enslaved on Tatooine had gotten worse. At least when he was being chased in Mos Eisley, he had an idea of why.

Now, on his second day, he’s decided that things are going to be different. He’s done panicking; now he’s going to come up with a plan. First things first: he needs a weapon.

He spends most of the first part of the day combing through the city, searching for the materials he needs. He thinks a spear would be a good start; he knows how to use one for both self-defense and fishing, the latter of which he needs to pay Tommy back for the meal on his first day. He makes for an odd sight as he searches for the necessary components; a short-statured figure in a blue cadet’s uniform, face hidden under a silver-and-blue Mandalorian battle helmet, picking through junk and debris. Unlike his first day, he won’t run or hide if he sees another person approaching—though he will stop and watch them, the black visor of his helmet turning to track them as he weighs whether or not they might be a threat.

ii. steps 1-6

By the time Boba finds everything he needs for a spear, it’s already past noon. He kneels in the shadow of an abandoned storefront, taking in his finds. A broken mop handle, a clump of electrical wiring, and a few sharp fragments of scrap metal—it’s not much, but it should be enough for what he needs. He spends the next while putting it all together: using one of the pieces of scrap metal to score a notch into one end of the wooden mop handle, inserting another piece of scrap to be the spearhead, and tying it all together with frayed bits of electrical wire. The result is an ugly, haphazard thing that will probably fall apart the second he tries to puncture anything firmer than flesh—but it’s better than nothing.

Grimy and exhausted, Boba examines his new weapon with grim acceptance. He knows it’s nothing amazing. He also knows that with the sun going down, he probably won’t be catching any fish today. Maybe he can go back to Tommy’s diner? It feels wrong, taking another meal when he can’t even repay the man for what he’d eaten yesterday, but… he’s hungry. And at the very least, he can think about catching something tomorrow.

He stands and, after a quick glance at his communicator to figure out where he is, begins to walk in that direction, still holding his improvised spear in one hand.

{OOC: Feel free to encounter Boba either at the diner or on his way there!}

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II

[sunglassesincluded]

A child pretending to be a knight. That's what Wesker sees as he walks the steadily darkening paths of Temba. He is carrying his own weapons, of course, but a lot less visible than the boys handcrafted spear.

While he isn't too interested in the boy or where he might be going, Wesker finds himself yet again wondering what exactly the reasonings of their captors might be for trapping children in this place. Children that will be little more than additional baggage when things inevitably turn serious.

"Don't hurt yourself with that, little Lancelot." Wesker hears himself saying dispassionately as he passes the boy, towering well above him.

[myownprice]

It's a testament to how much more confident Boba feels with a weapon in hand that he comes within earshot of the man in the first place. He's been wary of his fellow captives since he got here, often preferring to keep his distance. Perhaps that's why he tenses when the man speaks, already expecting trouble—and, although Boba isn't familiar with the term Lancelot, he can tell by the stranger's tone that it's meant to be condescending.

"I know what I'm doing," Boba growls at the man's back. He's used to people mistaking his age for ignorance, but it's never not annoying.

[sunglassesincluded]

Wesker actually stopped at that, if only to let out a dry chuckle. "Ah, yes. The infantine misperception of reality and one's own capabilities universally shared among children. Children who are invincible and full of bravado until one day suddenly they are not." A simple truth even Chris had to accept at some point.

Turning his head back just about enough to cast a glimpse back at the boy, Wesker gives him a dismissivle wave. "Go slay your dragon."

[myownprice]

What's this guy's problem? Boba stops too, glaring behind him under the visor of his helmet. Maybe he doesn't understand every single word the man says, but he understands he's being mocked—and he's not about to let that go unanswered.

"I'm not invincible," Boba retorts. "But I've still killed worse than you with less than this."

Maybe he's only killed one person and maybe 'killed' could be more accurately rendered as 'tricked someone else into killing him for me,' but there's little doubt in Boba's mind that anyone could be viler than Libkath, even this arrogant stranger.

Quietly, he hopes that this isn't going to become a physical altercation—though if that's the only alternative to letting the man talk down to him like that, then so be it.

[sunglassesincluded]

"I find that highly doubtful." Wesker replies plainly, unimpressed by the boys' claim but not surprised. Children like to exaggerate. An attempt to make themselves more impressive that usually has little effect unless the adult in question is receptive and willing to play along. Wesker however has never been a man willing to humor anyone, child or adult.

He gives a short shake of his head. "I'm not in the business for hurting children, so you can refrain from attempting to bait me, little knight." A pause, then: "What's your name?"

[myownprice]

The man thinks Boba is trying to bait him? "You started it!"

He's the one who started the name-calling out of nowhere. All Boba is doing is making sure it doesn't go unanswered. The request for his real name just gets an indignant huff.

"Do you really think this is how you meet people?" Boba asks, throwing that condescending tone right back at him. "Insulting them in the streets?"

[sunglassesincluded]

Boba's reaction earns him a small, secretive smirk. "No. It's how I learn whether or not they are worth my time, little knight." And the majority of people simply aren't worth his time in his opinion. Unfortunately this entire place seemed littered with them. People that he has no use for, yet can't simply get rid of. A frustrating circumstance but one he can't change.

He makes the conclusion of his little experiment clear by simply trning away again fully and proceeding on his way.