[ The speargun at Vader's side looks more than adequate. In all honesty, it was probably a better choice than the atlatl Boba had brought; it'll make the fish just as dead without as much expenditure of effort. The realization brings with it a brief jolt of embarrassment. Boba had assumed he be completing the job alone and thus had made the rare choice of nostalgia over efficiency. Now, he has a vague sense that he's been caught being unprofessional. ]

Should do fine, [ Boba says, turning towards the boat. He wishes he'd had his armor on before Vader arrived. Summoning it now would feel like a needless hostility, but he misses having something to cover his face. He steps onto the boat and feels the ground turn weightless beneath his boots.

The boat itself is a fairly basic motored design. Its one distinguishing feature is that its base is made of a transparent material that allows passengers to see into the waters below. Right now, there's not much to see besides the lake's muddy shore. Boba takes position at the steering console and waits for Vader to get onboard. ]

I'll take us out to the middle of the lake. Central Command already supplied bait— [ a jerk of his head toward a cooler tucked against one side of the deck, ] so it'll just be a matter of drawing the creatures somewhere with good visibility.