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Description
Another BtJ out-take/missing scene.

This would go after BtJ 3.64

Mature Content

or 3.65

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Cathryne and the spider droid (containing the brain of Emharet) made their way out of Jabba's palace, under the great raised door with its tooth-like projections. Out under a dark sky. Cathryne stumbled a few times, weak at the knees due to the after effects of the knock-out gas. The reminder of the gas caused her to pause. An idea came to her. Bossk's gasmask was still lying there, and she might be able to find a few more canisters of the incapacitating agent on his body. She could put on the mask, go back in, and rescue Oola- as well, possibly, as some others who had been enslaved. Perhaps the device that had freed her of her collar would also work on theirs. However as she looked back into the palace, through the gloom, she saw the formidable sight of Boba Fett, striding into view, blaster in hand. He had his Mandalorian helmet on. It had built in filters and would prevent further deployments of the knock-out gas from effecting him. There would be no getting past him. There was nothing for it but to flee.

She struggled to follow the droid up onto the waiting skiff until a metal leg wrapped around her, lifting her aboard. 'Thanks', Cathryne grunted, then clambered towards to skiff's control panel. There was no time to lose...

Description
Another BtJ out-take/missing scene.

This would go after BtJ 3.64

Mature Content

or 3.65

__

Cathryne and the spider droid (containing the brain of Emharet) made their way out of Jabba's palace, under the great raised door with its tooth-like projections. Out under a dark sky. Cathryne stumbled a few times, weak at the knees due to the after effects of the knock-out gas. The reminder of the gas caused her to pause. An idea came to her. Bossk's gasmask was still lying there, and she might be able to find a few more canisters of the incapacitating agent on his body. She could put on the mask, go back in, and rescue Oola- as well, possibly, as some others who had been enslaved. Perhaps the device that had freed her of her collar would also work on theirs. However as she looked back into the palace, through the gloom, she saw the formidable sight of Boba Fett, striding into view, blaster in hand. He had his Mandalorian helmet on. It had built in filters and would prevent further deployments of the knock-out gas from effecting him. There would be no getting past him. There was nothing for it but to flee.

She struggled to follow the droid up onto the waiting skiff until a metal leg wrapped around her, lifting her aboard. 'Thanks', Cathryne grunted, then clambered towards to skiff's control panel. There was no time to lose...