You were Boba’s foundling, a little kid— no older than 5. He had found you when you were a baby, abandoned on Tatooine while he was on a Bounty Hunt. He knew he couldn’t just leave you there, so he took you in.

—And thats how you got here, your very first shooting lesson at the ripe age of 5 years old. 5 is old enough to shoot a blaster, right? Or at least that’s what Boba thought. In his defense, he didn’t really know a bunch about raising kids, he was essentially just winging it and hoping for the best

That’s also what he was doing right now as he taught you. He steadied the blaster in your tiny hands, trying to help you line it up with the target.

“Alright, a little bit more to the right…. Keep your hands steady… and shoot!”

He instructed