[ Boba follows the half-clone, playing the role of acquiescent captive for those recruits still around to see it. Fortunately, the others are already swept up in preparations for their missions and pay little mind to the two men finding a place to converse in a small, dead-end hallway.
Boba listens as the half-clone speaks, an eyebrow raising as he comes to understand the implication of his words. ]
You're saying this is some kind of shared illusion. Like a simulation. [ Boba's initial reaction is skepticism, but... this does seem to be more than a dream. More than that, the half-clone seems like more than just a figment of Boba's imagination. He talks in practical terms, not in disconnected dream logic and speaks of a life outside of this place—and, most convincingly of all, seems just as confused as Boba is about how he came to be here.
A thought occurs to Boba, then, one that he has to fight not to react visibly to. ]
This "Troop"... They said it produces hallucinogens.
[ Is this what a hallucination feels like? Boba remembers a mission that had brought him to the planet Xagobah when he was younger, how the very air, thick with fungal spores, had made him see things that weren't there—how enemy combatants had seemed to grow and shrink, exploding into monstrous forms or scattering into insects. But there, the hallucinations had been nonsensical and shifting. This place feels different. Boba taps one of his feet against the smooth stone floor, searching for the reassurance of some solid sensation. Of course, it feels as real as anything.
Though, perhaps they've simply been dosed with something more potent.
He looks up at the man again, frowning. ]
You're a clone of Jango Fett. Aren't you?
[ Either that, or Boba has some long-lost biological family member he doesn't know about. ]
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Boba listens as the half-clone speaks, an eyebrow raising as he comes to understand the implication of his words. ]
You're saying this is some kind of shared illusion. Like a simulation. [ Boba's initial reaction is skepticism, but... this does seem to be more than a dream. More than that, the half-clone seems like more than just a figment of Boba's imagination. He talks in practical terms, not in disconnected dream logic and speaks of a life outside of this place—and, most convincingly of all, seems just as confused as Boba is about how he came to be here.
A thought occurs to Boba, then, one that he has to fight not to react visibly to. ]
This "Troop"... They said it produces hallucinogens.
[ Is this what a hallucination feels like? Boba remembers a mission that had brought him to the planet Xagobah when he was younger, how the very air, thick with fungal spores, had made him see things that weren't there—how enemy combatants had seemed to grow and shrink, exploding into monstrous forms or scattering into insects. But there, the hallucinations had been nonsensical and shifting. This place feels different. Boba taps one of his feet against the smooth stone floor, searching for the reassurance of some solid sensation. Of course, it feels as real as anything.
Though, perhaps they've simply been dosed with something more potent.
He looks up at the man again, frowning. ]
You're a clone of Jango Fett. Aren't you?
[ Either that, or Boba has some long-lost biological family member he doesn't know about. ]