The Hutt Gambit 6

"True." Calrissian stood up. "Well, I think maybe my first idea is the best one. Stand up, Boba Fett," he commanded. The bounty hunter stood up.
"Disarm yourself. Now." Minutes later Han and Lando regarded a largish pile of assorted weaponry of all different kinds that lay before them on the sunlit permacrete. "Minions of Xendor," Han said, shaking his head, "this guy could have set up shop with
just what he had on him. Lookit those Mandalorian wristlets. Bet the darts are poisoned, too."

"One way to find out," said Lando. "Boba Fett, answer me. Are these darts poisoned?"

"Some of them," the bounty hunter replied.

"Which ones?"

"Left wristlet."

"What's on the right wristlet darts?"

"Soporific."

"Nice," Han said, fingering the wristlets carefully. "These oughta be worth quite a bit to a collector. So, now... what do we do with him?"

"I think we set his autopilot to blast out of here, and set a course for some far system. Then we order
him not to interfere with the course we've set. If this stuff takes hours to wear off, by the time it does, he could be sectors away." Calrissian paused. “He's killed so many people, I'm almost tempted to just shoot him."