sorry guys this is going to be a long post, but this is what happened to Jango's armour
From: Boba Fett
The Fight to Survive
by Terry Bisson
The scoop made its dump and headed back into the stalagmite city,
through an underground passage. Boba dragged his father's body off the
scrap pile and onto the rocky mesa.
The mesa seemed a better resting place. More peaceful, and certainly
Boba removed his father's battle armor and set it aside. He took one
last look at the strong arms and legs that had protected him. Then, using a
broken droid arm for a shovel, Boba buried his father in a sandy grave
overlooking the desert.
The broken droid arm made a "J," and Boba found another that he bent
to make an "F." He arranged them on top of the grave.
Jango Fett. Gone but not forgotten.
Boba suddenly felt very tired. He sat down beside his father's battle
armor. He wished he had something to eat.
He shivered. The wind off the desert was cold.
Boba leaned back against the helmet and looked up at the great orange
rings that encircled the planet. It was if they were holding it in theirarms. It was a peaceful sight....
Boba slept peacefully all that night. His dreams (and he forgot them)
were of the mother he had never had, and the father he had been lucky
enough to have. He awoke in the morning, rested and surprisingly
comfortable. Then he saw that a furry sand snake had wrapped itself around
him as he slept, keeping him warm.
Startled, Boba jumped to his feet. The sand snake yelped in alarm and
slithered away in a panic.
The same one? Boba wondered.
It didn't matter. What mattered was that his job was done, for now.
His father was buried. The little grave with the JF on it was proof of
Looking at it, Boba realized how much he was going to miss the father
who had protected him, guided him, watched over him - and loved him. Now he
was alone, all alone.
And for the first time, and for a long time, he wept.
It was time to think clearly, time to make plans. Time to swing intoaction.
First things first, Jango Fett always said.
First was taking care of the Mandalorian battle armor: the suit, the
helmet, the jet-pack, and all the weaponry. It will be yours someday, his
father had said.
But for now, Boba was too small to wear it or even carry it around. So
he cleaned it, then hid it in a small cave under a cliff. He would reclaim
Second was the black book his father had left him; or rather, the
message unit that was not-a, book.
It will tell you what you need to know.
Boba had to get back into the apartment to get it. That presented a
problem, given the chaos created by the battle that had spread from the
arena. He had been confined to quarters by his father, which meant that his
retinal print might not open the door.
Boba got the battle helmet out of the cave to bring with him, just in
case. Since Jango almost always wore it, it would contain unlocking codes.The next problem was getting into the stalagmite city. I can do it, he
thought, hearing the crash of broken droid parts being dumped below the
mesa.First load of the morning.
So far so good, thought Boba as he rode the scoop through the
underground passage. Dad would be proud.
He felt a sad thought approaching but he waved it away. There would be
time for all that later. For now, the best way to honor his father was to
learn and live by Jango Fett's code.
That would take some doing, but it would be worth it. It had been
Jango's plan for his son. Now it was Boba's plan for himself.
Carrying the battle helmet, Boba ran up the long stairs toward the
apartment. He passed only two or three Geonosians, and they hardly noticed