[ Boba only nods in response. Most of his clients before now have been Jabba and his associates; if they ever acknowledged his skill or expertise, it was always with a mocking edge—and usually an excuse to deny him something he needed for a job. Vader might not be acting as his client right now, but it's still the role Boba has mentally slotted him into ever since he learned about their future dealings. And so he says nothing—Vader might mean it earnestly or his esteem might be bait itself. Best not to find out.
In silence, he turns on the engine and begins to pilot the boat towards the center of the lake. Occasionally, he looks down at the transparent deck beneath his feet, surveying the water for clarity and any dark shapes swimming below. He only stops when the waters are both clear and active enough to show promise.
At that point, Boba rises up from the steering console, heads towards the bait cooler, and pulls out one of several buckets of chum. He's never actually done this on a boat before; when he and his father had gone spear-fishing on Kamino, it had always been on the shore. Still, he figures the general principles are the same. He takes the bait to the bow of the boat, observes the tide for a moment, then begins to throw chunks of fish meat into the water. That done, he glances at Vader.
You never wanted to give a Hutt advice. But Vader was no Hutt and he had, at least ostensibly, been open to instruction. Boba hesitates for just a moment, weighing his odds—and then: ]
When the fish come, you'll need to aim a few inches lower than their position to make up for the water's refraction. They also tend to be deeper than they look.
[ Which shouldn't be much of a problem for Vader given he won't need to adjust the force of his throw like Boba will need to do, but Boba figures it's better to err on the side of more information than less. ]
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In silence, he turns on the engine and begins to pilot the boat towards the center of the lake. Occasionally, he looks down at the transparent deck beneath his feet, surveying the water for clarity and any dark shapes swimming below. He only stops when the waters are both clear and active enough to show promise.
At that point, Boba rises up from the steering console, heads towards the bait cooler, and pulls out one of several buckets of chum. He's never actually done this on a boat before; when he and his father had gone spear-fishing on Kamino, it had always been on the shore. Still, he figures the general principles are the same. He takes the bait to the bow of the boat, observes the tide for a moment, then begins to throw chunks of fish meat into the water. That done, he glances at Vader.
You never wanted to give a Hutt advice. But Vader was no Hutt and he had, at least ostensibly, been open to instruction. Boba hesitates for just a moment, weighing his odds—and then: ]
When the fish come, you'll need to aim a few inches lower than their position to make up for the water's refraction. They also tend to be deeper than they look.
[ Which shouldn't be much of a problem for Vader given he won't need to adjust the force of his throw like Boba will need to do, but Boba figures it's better to err on the side of more information than less. ]