The Mandalorian Armor 9

"Spare me your tedious legal analysis." Bossk had locked the concentric rings of the tracker sight onto the distant craft. "If Boba Fett wants to lodge a complaint against me, he'll have to do it from the other side of the grave. If enough of him can be scraped up to put into one." He ignored the rest of Zuckuss's tiresome fretting. His index claw hit the main fire button, and a quick rumble rolled through the Hound's frame. On the screen, a brilliant white tracer shot toward the icon representing Boba Fett's ship. "Got him!" The shot must have caught Fett completely by surprise; he'd taken no evasive action at all. What a fool, thought Bossk with contempt. That's what you get for trusting other bounty hunters.-Chpt.8 pg.77

"Something's wrong," said Zuckuss as he looked about the Slave I's empty hold.  "Something's always wrong, as far as you're concerned." This time, though, Bossk wondered whether his partner might be right. A sense of un- ease crawled across his scales; he drew his blaster and slowly scanned across the open hatchways. Zuckuss reached over and poked a gloved finger at one of the bulkheads.
The thin material wobbled back and forth; another poke, and Zuckuss's finger went right through it.
"It's a decoy." Zuckuss gave a few more exploratory proddings to the hold's confines, with similar results. "That's why there's nothing here-it's
just a shell!" He turned toward Bossk. "No wonder your shot went right through. There's no real mass to have taken the hit. It's like shooting through
flimsiplast." Rage boiled up inside Bossk, nearly blinding him. "That slimy...” Words failed him. He stomped toward the dummy ship's aft section, shoul-
ders smashing apart the sides of the flimsy hatches. "This is why we got a positive identification." Zuckuss had followed behind, into what would have been the cockpit if they had been aboard a real ship. He pointed to a beacon transmitter mounted to one of the space's
curved walls. "Look-you can see that it's been programmed with the Slave I's ID profile." Zuckuss nodded in admiration. “Setting up something
like this takes a lot of work; you have to force through overrides almost down to the subatomic level. And then to build it back up with the false
data. . .” He stepped back from the unit. "Fett must have had this decoy already prepared, just keeping it for sometime when he'd need it." Even
behind Zuckuss's face mask, there was a hint of amusement as he glanced over at Bossk. "Like when he might be heading into some territory where creatures might have a grudge against him."-Chpt.8 pg.77-78