Aboard the Star Destroyer

The Right Way to Getaway

At the Imperial Academy...

"You're doing it all wrong!" A voice said, just before the speeder full of rebels took off into the grassy plains. One of the boys, a thin fourteen year old with blue-black hair, turned to face the owner of the voice.

It was the Inquisitor.

The boy scoffed. "What are we doing wrong Baldy?" The Jedi hunter merely brushed that insult off, now being used to the teen's snarky attitude.

"Your getaway," he began, stepping closer to the rebels. "Isn't... Dramatic enough." The kid was confused, not exactly expecting this.

"So you're saying... Our getaway isn't what it should be?"

"Precisely. Get off the craft and I'll show you how a real expert does it." The Inquisitor didn't wait for an answer. Instead, he just used the Force to lift the entire group out of the speeder.

The giant furry creature growled under his breath after being put down. "This is the stupidest thing we've ever-"

"Shush! I'll be right back."

A few minutes later...

The group watched as a purple, glitter covered TIE exited the academy. Standing on the top was the Inquisitor, wearing a feather boa and holding a party cannon. On the wings, pink stormtroopers were blowing into trumpets.

Pretty much killing everyone's hearing.

Everyone covered their ears, trying to spare them as much as they could. The Imperials aboard the TIE fighter either didn't notice or didn't care about the noise they were producing, solely focused on their planned 'getaway'.

With a pop of glitter and steamers of the party cannon, the TIE took off into the air. It twirled around, nearly shaking the troopers off with each twist. When the rebels thought it couldn't get any stupider looking...

... The TIE crashed into the ground. Then exploded. They stared at the wreck in shock.

"Are they-"

"Never fear children. I am alive." The Inquisitor said, climbing out of the burning debris without a scratch. Too bad they could say the same thing for the stormtroopers.

"Now that, my dear rebels, is how you make a getaway."

The blue haired teen looked at the older male in distaste. "That wasn't even close to a getaway, it was more of a crash!"

"You're just jealous." The Imperial said, jabbing him in the chest with a troopers arm. The teen swatted the arm away, completely grossed out.

"And you're crazy! We are so outta here!" With that, they all boarded the speeder and raced away, leaving the Inquisitor standing there with the severed arm.

He looked down at it. "They just don't understand the meaning of an amazing getaway. But I'm sure you do, right? Yes you do, yes you do..." He coed to the arm, slowly making his way back to the academy.