Star Wars The Bounty Hunter Wars #1: The Mandalorian Armor

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He's the most feared and successful bounty hunter in the galaxy. He is Boba Fett, and even the most hardened criminals tremble at his name. Now he faces the deadliest challenge of his infamous career—an all-out war against his most dangerous enemies.

As the Rebellion gathers force, Prince Xizor proposes a cunning plan to the Emperor and Darth Vader: smash the power of the Bounty Hunters Guild by turning its members against each other. Only the strongest and most ruthless will ...

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Overview

He's the most feared and successful bounty hunter in the galaxy. He is Boba Fett, and even the most hardened criminals tremble at his name. Now he faces the deadliest challenge of his infamous career—an all-out war against his most dangerous enemies.

As the Rebellion gathers force, Prince Xizor proposes a cunning plan to the Emperor and Darth Vader: smash the power of the Bounty Hunters Guild by turning its members against each other. Only the strongest and most ruthless will survive, and they can be used against the Rebellion. It's a job for the fiercely independent Boba Fett, who jumps at the chance to destroy his rivals. But Fett soon realizes the game is rigged, as he finds himself the target of murderous factions, criminal conspiracies, and the evil at the Empire's dark heart. Boba Fett has always finished first. And in this game, anything less is death.

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A ruthless enemy threatens Boba Fett with a fate worse than death. . .
VOYA - John Peacock
This first installment of The Bounty Hunter Wars trilogy revolves around Boba Fett, the helmeted bounty hunter who captured Han Solo in The Empire Strikes Back and was apparently killed during the opening act of Return of the Jedi. Although Boba Fett appeared in only a handful of scenes in the last two Star Wars movies, the character has always been a cult favorite. Jeter, who first came to critical attention with 1984's Dr. Adder (o.p.), has been favorably compared to Philip K. Dick; he even wrote two sequels to Dick's Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep (Del Rey, 1996, (c)1968), the novel that inspired the film Blade Runner. This story follows two time lines: one during the events covered by Star Wars and one during Return of the Jedi. The later events deal with Fett's near-death experience in the belly of the Sarlacc, and his rescue by another bounty hunter and an escaped slave girl. The earlier time line deals with Fett's infiltration of the Bounty Hunter's Guild to cause its destruction at the behest of the mysterious Kud'ar Mub'at. Unbeknownst to Fett, he is actually being set up by Prince Xixor, an ally of the evil Emperor as well as the leader of the criminal organization Black Sun. This volume suffers from the weakness of many trilogies in that it is mostly setup, and very little of substance occurs. The events that do occur, such as an attempt to kidnap a former mob accountant, are mostly set pieces to show how vicious and uncaring Boba Fett is, even toward his nominal allies. It is possible that the subsequent volumes in the series will have a better handle on this mysterious character, and all of the plot elements liberally scattered about will be connected in a more satisfying fashion. VOYA Codes: 4Q 4P J (Better than most, marred only by occasional lapses, Broad general YA appeal, Junior High-defined as grades 7 to 9).
A. L. Sirois
The Mandalorian Armor was very easy to read...If you like Star Wars books (lots of chases, laser battles, intrigues and double-crosses), this delivers the goods. If you don't, The Mandalorian Armor won't change your mind.
SF Site
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553578850
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 6/28/1998
  • Series: Star Wars: The Bounty Hunter Wars Series , #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 142,021
  • Product dimensions: 6.90 (w) x 10.88 (h) x 1.10 (d)

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NOW . . . During the events of Star Wars: Return of the Jedi

The live ones are worth more than the dead ones.

That was the general rule of digital appendage for bounty hunters. Dengar hardly had to remind himself of it as he scanned the bleak and eye-stinging bright wastes of the Dune Sea. Right now he'd spotted a lot more dead things than living, which all added up to a big zero for his own credit accounts. I'd have done better, he told himself, getting off this miserable planet. Tatooine had never been any luckier for him than it'd been for any other sentient creature. Some worlds were like that.

His luck wasn't as bad as some others' had been—Dengar had to admit that. Especially when, as his plastoid-sheathed boots had trudged up another sloping flank of sand, a gloved fist had seized on his ankle, toppling him heavily onto his shoulder.

"What the—" His surprised outcry vanished echoless across the dunes as he rolled onto his back, scrabbling his blaster from its holster. He held his fire, seeing now just what it was that had grabbed on to him. His fall had pulled a hand and arm free from the drifting sands that formed the shallow grave for one of Jabba the Hutt's personal corps of bodyguards. Some reflex wired into the dead warrior's battle-glove had snapped the dead hand tight as a womp-rat trap.

Dengar reholstered his blaster, then sat up and began peeling the fingers away from his boot. "You should've stayed out of it," he said aloud. The Dune Sea's scouring wind revealed the corpse's empty eye sockets. "Like I did." Getting into other creatures' fights was always a bad idea. A whole batch of the galaxy's toughest mercenaries, bounty hunters included, had gone down with the wreckage of Jabba the Hutt's sail barge. If they'd been as smart as they'd been tough, Dengar himself wouldn't have been out here right now, searching for their weapons and military gear and any other salvageable debris.

He got his boot free and stood up. "Better luck next time," he told the dead man.

His advice was too late to do that one any good. In his own memory bank, Dengar filed away the image of the corpse, with its clawing fingers and mouth full of sand, as further proof of what he'd already known: The guy who comes along after the battle's over is the one who cleans up.

In more ways than one. He stood at the top of the dune, shielding his eyes from the glare of Tatooine's double suns, and scanned across the wide declivity in front of him. The forms of other warriors and bodyguards, sprawled across the rocky wastes or half-buried like the one left a few meters behind, showed that he'd found the still and silent epicenter of all that fatal action he had so wisely avoided.

More evidence: Bits and pieces of debris, the wreckage of the repulsorlift sail barge that had served as Jabba's floating throne room, lay scattered across the farther dunes. Scraps of the canopy that had shaded Jabba's massive bulk from the midday suns now fluttered in the scalding breezes, blaster fire and the impact of the crash having torn the expensive Sorderian weftfabric to rags. Dengar could see a few more of Jabba's bodyguards, facedown on the hot sand, their weapons stolen by scavenging Jawas. They wouldn't be fighting anymore to protect their boss's wobbling bulk. Even in this desiccating heat, Dengar could smell the sickly aftermath of death. It wasn't unfamiliar to him—he'd been working as a bounty hunter and general-purpose mercenary long enough to get used to it—but the other scent he'd hoped to catch, that of profit, was still missing. He started down the slope of the dune toward the distant wreckage.

There was no sign of Jabba's corpse, once Dengar reached the spot. That didn't surprise him as he used a broken-shanked scythe-staff to poke around the rubble. Soon after the battle, he'd seen a Huttese transport lifting into the sky; that'd been what had guided him to this remote spot. The ship undoubtedly had had Jabba's body aboard. Hutts might be greedy, credit-hungry slugs—a trait Dengar actually admired in them—but they did have a certain feeling toward the members of their own species. Kill one, he knew, and you were in deep nerf waste. It wasn't sentimentality on the part of the other Hutts, so much as a wound to their notorious megalomania, mixed with a practical self-interest.

So much for Luke Skywalker and the rest of them, thought Dengar as the point of the staff revealed sticky and distasteful evidence of Jabba's death. As if that little band of Rebels didn't have enough trouble, with the whole Empire gunning for them; now they'd have the late Jabba's extended clan after them as well. Dengar shook his head—he would've thought that Skywalker and his pal Han Solo would have, at the least, an appreciation of the Hutt capacity for bearing grudges.

Even without Jabba's obese form rotting under the thermal weight of the suns, the debris zone stank. Dengar lifted a length of chain, the broken metal at its end twisted by blaster fire. The last time he'd seen this hand-forged tether, back at Jabba's palace, it'd been fastened to an iron collar around Princess Leia Organa's neck. Now the links were crusted with the dried exudations from Jabba's slobbering mouth. The Hutt must've died hard, thought Dengar, dropping the chain. A lot to kill there. He'd gotten an account of the fight from a couple of surviving bodyguards that had managed to drag themselves back to the palace. When Dengar had left, to come out here to the Dune Sea wastes, most of the remaining thugs and louts were busily smashing open the casks of off-planet claret in the cool, dank cellars beneath the palace, and getting obliterated in a orgy of relief and self-pity at no longer being in Jabba the Hutt's employ.

"Yeah, you're free, too." Dengar picked up an unsmashed foodpot that the toe of his boot had uncovered. The still-living delicacy inside, one of Jabba's favorite trufflites, scrabbled against the ceramic lid embossed with the distinctive oval seal of Fhnark & Co., Exotic Foodstuffs-WE CATER TO THE GALAXY'S DEGENERATE APPETITES. "For what it's worth." His own tastes didn't run to the likes of the pot's spidery, gel-mired contents; he hooked a gloved finger in the lid's airhole and pried it open. The nutrient gases hissed out; they had sustained the delicacy's freshness, all the way from whatever distant planet had spawned it. "See how long you last out there." The trufflite dropped to the sand, scrabbled over Dengar's boot, and vanished over the nearest dune. He imagined some Tusken Raider finding the little appetizer out there and being completely perplexed by it.

One substantial piece of wreckage remained, too big for the Jawas to have carted away. The hardened durasteel keelbeam of the sail barge, blackened by explosions that had destroyed the rest of the craft, rose at an angle from where the stern end was buried beneath a fall of rocks. Dengar scrabbled aboard the curved metal, nearly a meter in width, and climbed the rest of the way up to where the barge's bow had been, and now only the exposed beam was left, tilted into the cloudless sky. He wrapped one arm around the end, then with his other hand unslung the electrobinoculars from his belt and brought them up to his eyes. The rangefinder numbers skittered at the bottom of his field of vision as he scanned across the horizon.

This was a pointless trip, Dengar thought disgustedly. He leaned out farther from the keelbeam, still examining the wasteland through the 'binocs. His bounty-hunting career had never been such a raging success that he'd been able to refrain from any other kind of scrabbling hustle that chanced to come his way. It was a hard trade for a human to get ahead in, considering the number of other species in the galaxy that worked in it, all of them uglier and tougher; droids, too. So a little bit of scavenger work was nothing he was unused to. The best would've been if he had found any survivors out here that could either pay him for their rescue or that he could ransom off to whatever connections they might have. The late Jabba's court had been opulent—and lucrative—enough to attract more than the usual lowlifes that one encountered on Tatooine.

But the bunch of rubble Dengar had found out here—the few scattered and pawed-over bits of the sail barge and the smaller skiffs that'd hovered alongside as outriders, the dead bodyguards and warriors—wasn't worth two lead ingots to him. Anything of value was already trundling away in the Jawas' slow, tank-treaded sandcrawlers, leaving nothing but bones and worthless scrap behind.

Might as well just stay here, he thought. And wait. He'd sent his bride-to-be, Manaroo, aloft in his ship, the Punishing One, to do a high-altitude reconnaissance of the area. Soon enough she'd be finished with the task, and would come back to fetch him.

The knot of frustration in Dengar's gut was instantly replaced with surprise as the keelbeam suddenly tilted almost vertical. The strap of the electrobinoculars cut across his throat as they flew away from his eyes. He held on with both hands as the beam pitched skyward, as though it were on a storm-tossed ocean of water rather than sand.

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First Chapter

NOW...During the events of Star Wars: Return of the Jedi


The live ones are worth more than the dead ones.

That was the general rule of digital appendage for bounty hunters. Dengar hardly had to remind himself of it as he scanned the bleak and eye-stinging bright wastes of the Dune Sea. Right now he'd spotted a lot more dead things than living, which all added up to a big zero for his own credit accounts. I'd have done better, he told himself, getting off this miserable planet. Tatooine had never been any luckier for him than it'd been for any other sentient creature. Some worlds were like that.

His luck wasn't as bad as some others' had been--Dengar had to admit that. Especially when, as his plastoid-sheathed boots had trudged up another sloping flank of sand, a gloved fist had seized on his ankle, toppling him heavily onto his shoulder.

"What the--" His surprised outcry vanished echoless across the dunes as he rolled onto his back, scrabbling his blaster from its holster. He held his fire, seeing now just what it was that had grabbed on to him. His fall had pulled a hand and arm free from the drifting sands that formed the shallow grave for one of Jabba the Hutt's personal corps of bodyguards. Some reflex wired into the dead warrior's battle-glove had snapped the dead hand tight as a womp-rat trap.

Dengar reholstered his blaster, then sat up and began peeling the fingers away from his boot. "You should've stayed out of it," he said aloud. The Dune Sea's scouring wind revealed the corpse's empty eye sockets. "Like I did." Getting into other creatures' fights was always a bad idea. A whole batch of the galaxy's toughest mercenaries, bounty hunters included, had gone down with the wreckage of Jabba the Hutt's sail barge. If they'd been as smart as they'd been tough, Dengar himself wouldn't have been out here right now, searching for their weapons and military gear and any other salvageable debris.

He got his boot free and stood up. "Better luck next time," he told the dead man.

His advice was too late to do that one any good. In his own memory bank, Dengar filed away the image of the corpse, with its clawing fingers and mouth full of sand, as further proof of what he'd already known: The guy who comes along after the battle's over is the one who cleans up.

In more ways than one. He stood at the top of the dune, shielding his eyes from the glare of Tatooine's double suns, and scanned across the wide declivity in front of him. The forms of other warriors and bodyguards, sprawled across the rocky wastes or half-buried like the one left a few meters behind, showed that he'd found the still and silent epicenter of all that fatal action he had so wisely avoided.

More evidence: Bits and pieces of debris, the wreckage of the repulsorlift sail barge that had served as Jabba's floating throne room, lay scattered across the farther dunes. Scraps of the canopy that had shaded Jabba's massive bulk from the midday suns now fluttered in the scalding breezes, blaster fire and the impact of the crash having torn the expensive Sorderian weftfabric to rags. Dengar could see a few more of Jabba's bodyguards, facedown on the hot sand, their weapons stolen by scavenging Jawas. They wouldn't be fighting anymore to protect their boss's wobbling bulk. Even in this desiccating heat, Dengar could smell the sickly aftermath of death. It wasn't unfamiliar to him--he'd been working as a bounty hunter and general-purpose mercenary long enough to get used to it--but the other scent he'd hoped to catch, that of profit, was still missing. He started down the slope of the dune toward the distant wreckage.

There was no sign of Jabba's corpse, once Dengar reached the spot. That didn't surprise him as he used a broken-shanked scythe-staff to poke around the rubble. Soon after the battle, he'd seen a Huttese transport lifting into the sky; that'd been what had guided him to this remote spot. The ship undoubtedly had had Jabba's body aboard. Hutts might be greedy, credit-hungry slugs--a trait Dengar actually admired in them--but they did have a certain feeling toward the members of their own species. Kill one, he knew, and you were in deep nerf waste. It wasn't sentimentality on the part of the other Hutts, so much as a wound to their notorious megalomania, mixed with a practical self-interest.

So much for Luke Skywalker and the rest of them, thought Dengar as the point of the staff revealed sticky and distasteful evidence of Jabba's death. As if that little band of Rebels didn't have enough trouble, with the whole Empire gunning for them; now they'd have the late Jabba's extended clan after them as well. Dengar shook his head--he would've thought that Skywalker and his pal Han Solo would have, at the least, an appreciation of the Hutt capacity for bearing grudges.

Even without Jabba's obese form rotting under the thermal weight of the suns, the debris zone stank. Dengar lifted a length of chain, the broken metal at its end twisted by blaster fire. The last time he'd seen this hand-forged tether, back at Jabba's palace, it'd been fastened to an iron collar around Princess Leia Organa's neck. Now the links were crusted with the dried exudations from Jabba's slobbering mouth. The Hutt must've died hard, thought Dengar, dropping the chain. A lot to kill there. He'd gotten an account of the fight from a couple of surviving bodyguards that had managed to drag themselves back to the palace. When Dengar had left, to come out here to the Dune Sea wastes, most of the remaining thugs and louts were busily smashing open the casks of off-planet claret in the cool, dank cellars beneath the palace, and getting obliterated in a orgy of relief and self-pity at no longer being in Jabba the Hutt's employ.

"Yeah, you're free, too." Dengar picked up an unsmashed foodpot that the toe of his boot had uncovered. The still-living delicacy inside, one of Jabba's favorite trufflites, scrabbled against the ceramic lid embossed with the distinctive oval seal of Fhnark & Co., Exotic Foodstuffs-WE CATER TO THE GALAXY'S DEGENERATE APPETITES. "For what it's worth." His own tastes didn't run to the likes of the pot's spidery, gel-mired contents; he hooked a gloved finger in the lid's airhole and pried it open. The nutrient gases hissed out; they had sustained the delicacy's freshness, all the way from whatever distant planet had spawned it. "See how long you last out there." The trufflite dropped to the sand, scrabbled over Dengar's boot, and vanished over the nearest dune. He imagined some Tusken Raider finding the little appetizer out there and being completely perplexed by it.

One substantial piece of wreckage remained, too big for the Jawas to have carted away. The hardened durasteel keelbeam of the sail barge, blackened by explosions that had destroyed the rest of the craft, rose at an angle from where the stern end was buried beneath a fall of rocks. Dengar scrabbled aboard the curved metal, nearly a meter in width, and climbed the rest of the way up to where the barge's bow had been, and now only the exposed beam was left, tilted into the cloudless sky. He wrapped one arm around the end, then with his other hand unslung the electrobinoculars from his belt and brought them up to his eyes. The rangefinder numbers skittered at the bottom of his field of vision as he scanned across the horizon.

This was a pointless trip, Dengar thought disgustedly. He leaned out farther from the keelbeam, still examining the wasteland through the 'binocs. His bounty-hunting career had never been such a raging success that he'd been able to refrain from any other kind of scrabbling hustle that chanced to come his way. It was a hard trade for a human to get ahead in, considering the number of other species in the galaxy that worked in it, all of them uglier and tougher; droids, too. So a little bit of scavenger work was nothing he was unused to. The best would've been if he had found any survivors out here that could either pay him for their rescue or that he could ransom off to whatever connections they might have. The late Jabba's court had been opulent--and lucrative--enough to attract more than the usual lowlifes that one encountered on Tatooine.

But the bunch of rubble Dengar had found out here--the few scattered and pawed-over bits of the sail barge and the smaller skiffs that'd hovered alongside as outriders, the dead bodyguards and warriors--wasn't worth two lead ingots to him. Anything of value was already trundling away in the Jawas' slow, tank-treaded sandcrawlers, leaving nothing but bones and worthless scrap behind.

Might as well just stay here, he thought. And wait. He'd sent his bride-to-be, Manaroo, aloft in his ship, the Punishing One, to do a high-altitude reconnaissance of the area. Soon enough she'd be finished with the task, and would come back to fetch him.

The knot of frustration in Dengar's gut was instantly replaced with surprise as the keelbeam suddenly tilted almost vertical. The strap of the electrobinoculars cut across his throat as they flew away from his eyes. He held on with both hands as the beam pitched skyward, as though it were on a storm-tossed ocean of water rather than sand.

Excerpted from STAR WARS®: THE MANDALORIAN ARMOR by K. W. Jeter ®, TM, © 1998 by Lucasfilm, Ltd. Excerpted by permission of Bantam Books, a division of the Bantam Doubleday Dell Publishing Group, Inc. All rights reserved. Used by permission. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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  • Posted July 18, 2010

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    The best novel of this trilogy

    Boba Fett has always been a fascinating character in the Star Wars universe. He had so few lines in the movies, but always managed to keep the audience interested in his character. This particular story is told in a series of flashbacks, but that does not make it any less excitingg and fun to read. In places, there is even a great deal of humor. This one is the best of the Boba Fett trilogy.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 24, 2009

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    An excellent installment in the extended universe

    This is a very good series, especially if you are a Boba Fett fan (or Dengar or Bossk). This is the book that got me into the Bounty Hunter scene. Its writing isn't perfect, but the plot is excellent and makes you want to keep reading the trilogy to the end to see how it turns out. The character depth is fairly good and the settings are wonderful. This is a good free-time book.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 8, 2010

    I Also Recommend:

    awesome

    loved this book it explained a lot about boba and it had lots of flashbacks to star wars fans read this book

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2014

    ANNETTE

    Cool book

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  • Posted January 8, 2014

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    A Truly Entertaining Ride

    This is one of my favorite Star Wars novels. The story started out as interesting and somewhat intriguing to me and then got better and better until I couldn't put it down. When I bought the book I was hoping for lots of action, a story centered on Boba Fett, and some new bounty hunter back story. What I got was all three and then some! I love the way the author delves into the psych of each individual bounty hunter and I really enjoyed some of the scenes inside Slave I.

    If you are a Star Wars fan looking for something fun and fresh that you can read in a day or two because of the entertaining story line, consider Star Wars The Mandalorian Armor.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 31, 2014

    Great

    Boba is the best hunter besides jango who unfortunately killed by windu. Dengar and ig88 are the nxt 2 best.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 4, 2013

    Star treck is so lame and stupid

    It has no grahgics the stories are lame and the costumes are horibal dont get me started on te $#%* alians they look so unrealstic !!!! ***** you ****** ****fricken***** !!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 21, 2012

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    Most Star Wars fans want to know more and would be interested in

    Most Star Wars fans want to know more and would be interested in a series about the Bounty Hunters seen in The Empire Strikes Back. All the Bounty Hunters from Empire are in here. Unfortunately the plots are weak and largely don’t make sense. Many of the characters are uninteresting and contradict how they are portrayed in other books. A lot of the descriptions feel long winded. And for some reason the author doesn’t think the reader can remember what happened with a character for more than about 20 pages. Every time the story switches back to a character we get an unnecessary summary of who they are and what their motivation is. Basically “Boba Fett is tough and everyone else is pathetic.” sums up the series. Unless you are trying to read all the Star Wars novels, I wouldn’t bother with this series. If you are trying to read them all, then I suggest keeping your expectations low.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 11, 2012

    Boba fett fan

    You cant call youself a boba fett fan intil you were his costume

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 21, 2012

    Boba fett rocks!

    Hes the best 1 there is

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 26, 2011

    Amazing book must buy

    You call yourself a fan of boba fett? Not unless youve read this book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 18, 2010

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    A good read!

    I have always been a fan of the bounty hunters in the Star Wars universe since The Empire Strikes Back, but I have just recently read this series even though it's been out for 15 years or so.The story switches back and forth from events during ROTJ and back to events following A New Hope with Boba Fett being the anti-hero and center of the story. Recommended if your into Boba Fett or just Star Wars in general!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 25, 2007

    Disappointing

    I was very dry, not that many action parts i did not want to even finish reading it i only wanted to read it because boba fett is cool

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2005

    This book is great!

    I liked the flash back scenes. I also liked how there wasn't much talking but you don't realize that until you reflect back!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 13, 2005

    Boba Fett dissapointed me...

    this book was alright but not that great. It took to long to plug through the whole thing and i only picked it up because it was about Boba Fett who is my fave.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 9, 2005

    Boba Fett is the most sucessful bounty hunter in the Galaxy...

    Boba Fett is the best Star Wars character ever! This is his story. I like the flash-back affect. It also tells a story about Dengar, who is my 2nd favorite character. Boba Fett kicks butt in this book with a few 'buddies' at his side. Read the book and feel the bliss.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2004

    Bounty Hunters Abound

    This book was a great read, never did it fail to keep my attention. It is filled with suspense. Finally you get to see what goes on inside the minds of the Bounty Hunters you only see a fleeting glimpse of in The Empire Strikes Back. I read this book to my 11 year old son, he is a huge Star Wars fan too and loved it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 29, 2003

    this book rocks

    read it and you will like it to.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 15, 2002

    Bounty Hunter Wars

    Man this book is great! I am a huge fan who refused to stop at the movies! The whole series is great! Slave Ship and HArd Merchandise are really good. Great book! Very good detail and outstanding plot!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 30, 2002

    TIGHT

    This was the best star wars trilogy I have ever read. I am a big star wars fan and read a lot of books and this is by far the best.

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