Running away (Inquisitor's POV)

"I want soldier's posted on every corner. If anyone see anything suspicious they are to report to me directly!"

"Yes Second Sister," replied the trooper.

Trilla, the second sister of the Imperial Inquisitorus, had been eagerly awaiting her first assignment. Little did she now it would be surveying backwater worlds for possible Jedi sightings. Trilla assumed she wouldn't find anything angrily and was annoyed to be put on such a worthless mission. She was just about to leave the planet Rakhuuun when she heard te reports of a Tagruta streaker preforming impossible jumps and moving at incredible speed. Excited to see some action she tracked and cornered the nudist only for the Jedi to squeeze her naked bun through Trilla's fingers.

The angry inquisitor marched across the imperial controlled docks eyes scanning for her prey. The Jedi had escaped her grasp in the warehouse district but she would not be so lucky a second time. She knew what the Jedi looked like now so her soldiers could properly seek her out. When someone spotted the Jedi, she would jump onto her speeder bike, track the Jedi down and punish her for her insolence. After nearly an hour of frustrated pacing a stormtrooper ran up to the Second Sister.

"Ma'am," the trooper said, "We just got several sightings of the Jedi traitor."

"Are you sure?" the inquisitor questioned.

"Yes Second Sister. All reports identify the target as a female Tagruta in a fur coat."

Trilla smiled underneath her helmet.

"Have all forces converged on the Jedi's location but don't attack her. She's mine," Trilla said evilly.

The inquisitor quickly jumped onto her speeder bike and rushed over to the location her soldiers had reported. Her evil smile grew larger the closer she got to the reported location.

"Just you wait little Jedi. I'll make her pay," Trilla schemed to herself, "When I get my hands on you I'll ripe that stupid coat off you and expose you in front of my whole battalion. Then I'll personally tie you to the front of an AT-AT and parade you through the streets of Coruscant. I wont stop tell everyone in the galaxy has memorized every inch of your naked flesh."

Trilla was practically drooling at the thought of the humiliations she was going to dish out when she approached she destination. In the distance, she saw the target. A Tagruta girl running down the street in a fur coat being chased by stormtroopers. Trilla sped up and rode up next to the fugitive.

"Nice to see you again, Jedi," Trilla said as she ripped the coat off of her prey's body. She then leaped off her bike and landed in front of her now coatless target forcing her to stop in her tracks. "And when I say that I do mean all of. You?"

Trilla words trailed off as she looked at her target. Standing in front of her was not a naked Jedi, this person was completely clothed. More importantly she was not the Jedi. Her facial features and leeku length were all wrong.

Enraged, Trilla grabbed the impostor and yelled out, "Where is she!"

"I-I don't know," the terrified girl said, "Please I haven't done anything wrong"

"Tell me where you got this?" Trilla screamed holding up the coat.

"I didn't steal it, I swear! I paid for it fairly."

"WHO did you pay for it?"

"Th-the Streaker! The one who had been sighted running around the city. I think she's from the monastery."

Trilla's eye's went wide as she realized what had happened. The Jedi had tricked them.