Boba nods to Donnie's gesture, happy to let someone else admire his hard work. It's not like he ever got the chance to show these off, at least not to anyone who wasn't his dad or Zam.

"Yeah," Boba answers proudly. "Lots of times. I even know how to control the weapons' systems."

He sits at the edge of his bed, watching as Donnie looks over one of his models. "That one's a Tri-mark Seven Interceptor," he says. "Those cylinders are its Turbodyne engines and those round parts are the hardpoints for its laser cannon turrets—and it has a ventral concussion missile launcher."

He speaks with the excited tone of someone who could go on for very, very long about this topic.