Boba listens, feeling more and more discouraged with every word. They'd tried to leave the planet—and failed. Maybe they can get sent back, but it's not their choice when. And even if they do, they might still end up here again later. All of their fates are completely out of their hands.

Boba shakes his head. "I need to get back now. I've already been here too long and if I wait any longer—"

Then Jabba will think he'd failed. For all Boba knows, he already does. What if Durge had already turned in the job in his place? If he does, Boba will be left with less than nothing. No credits, no weapons, no ship—and a whole host of torments waiting for him if he ever crosses Jabba's path again.

He gives a fierce shake of his head. He can't allow any of that to happen. Perhaps it's already too late—but perhaps it's not. The only way to find out is to get off this stars-forsaken planet and find out for himself.

"What's stopping these ships from leaving this planet?" Boba demands. "Were they sabotaged?"