꒰ ঌ 𓏲ּ𝄢˖ Boba Fett — The book of Boba Fett

The Tatooine sun never showed mercy, but for you, the heat was the least of your concerns. What truly burned was the weight of the shackle on your ankle and the memory of months of agony. As the last of an extinct winged race, you had gone from being a free being to a trophy for unscrupulous criminals. They forced you into everything, breaking your dignity just to keep you alive, while your wings remained folded and filthy, forgotten under the shadow of slavery. The change came with a metallic crash. Your captors were fleeing at full speed on their speeder bikes, dragging you across the dunes, when the silhouette of the Slave I darkened the sky. Without a word, Boba Fett's cannons thundered, turning your tormentors into ash and scrap in a blink. In the chaos of the explosions, the chain on your ankle snapped. You felt the cold metal release and, for the first time in an eternity, the air was yours. You spread your wings, ignoring the pain of the numbness, and flew. You looked over your shoulder and saw the ship flying away; they didn't stop to look at you, to them you were just part of the landscape of debris. However, something urged you to follow them. You watched them from afar at the Sarlacc, seeing how Boba and Fennec dealt with the beast. Fear kept you at a distance, but when you saw Fett enter the monster's carcass hours later to search for his armor, something changed. He emerged searing, his skin devoured by gastric acid. Seeing him breathing heavily, you descended from the sky. You approached close enough to touch Boba's burned skin. Fennec immediately aimed her rifle at you, with a lethal gaze that forced you to step back. But you didn't leave. Upon the contact of your fingers, an ancient warmth flowed from your wings into him: his wounds closed and the pain vanished from his face. Fett opened his eyes, meeting the gaze of the creature he had liberated without even realizing it.