Epilogue

Trilla Suduri, Second Sister of the Imperial Inqusitorius, fell through the skies of Rakhuuun. For most lifeforms falling from a starship in the lower atmosphere would be a **** sentence, but Trilla was a darksider. She glided towards the massive dome of the Wookie Monastery and as she approached its surface she used the **** to slow her descent. Trilla then touched down onto the metal dome however do to is curvature she couldn't remain still. Gravity **** the Inquisitor to start running down the dome at blinding speeds, Trilla desperately tried to maintain her balance as the incline became steeper and steeper. Finally as she neared the ground and the curve was forcing her straight down, Trilla used a **** leap to keep herself from crushing into the floor. With a skillful flip and a perfect landing, Trilla was finally back on the ground.

Trilla took a moment to catch her breath before looking back up into the sky. The ship that Jedi and her accomplish were using was gone. Having taken off from an important trade planet like Rakhuuun, they could be anywhere in the sector by now. Trilla gritted her teeth.

"That Jedi filth," She growled. Not only had she been defeated by those two, but the Jedi had dared to offer her a helping hand. Such an 'honorable' action really grinded her gears.

'This isn't over,' she thought, 'Once I get back to my ship I'll track that cur down and make her suffer. Just you wait you little bi-'

"Hey," a voice yelled from behind her. Trilla turned around to see a squadron of Stormtroopers running towards her.

"Oh so you've finally decided to make yourselves useful hmm," Trilla said sarcastically, "Well fine, ready my ship and-"

"Put your hand up," The sergeant said pointed his gun at the Inquisitor.

"What do you think your doing?" Trilla scowled.

"You are under arrest by order of the Galactic Empire."

"This is treason," Trilla spat.

"You're the only traitor here. Jedi scum,"

"What," Trilla yelled, "I'm no Jedi you idiot I'm-"

"You can't trick us. We saw you doing those crazy leaps and jumps only a Jedi could do that. Now hands up you naked freak."

"How dare you command me. I'll have you execut.... wait a moment did you say," Trilla looked down and instead of seeing her all black Inquisitor uniform all she saw was her own slender dark skinned body.

"NAKED!" Trilla screamed before desperately trying to cover herself. She had been arguing with the sergeant while her sizable breasts were bouncing around freely. No even worse dozens of local, who she only now realized were gathering around her and the troopers, were staring at her. These plebeians had likely gotten an even better view of her body before the troopers even arrived. The whole situation caused the battle hardened Inquisitor to blush crimson red.

"Sergeant, " She said far meeker then before, "This is all just a horrible, HORRIBLE misunderstanding I'm actually on your side."

"Enough of your nonsense," the sergeant yelled, "all remaining Jedi survivors are to be rounded up and arrested by order of the Imperial Inqusitorius."

"Y-yes, Yes! That's me. I'm Second Sister. of the Imperial Inqusitorius? The Emperor's Fist? You know?"

"Last warning," he said readying his blaster, "put your hands up at the count of three or we fire."

"I don't understand. Why don't you recognize me?" Trilla complained. However she almost instantly realized why. More so then most other Inquisitors, Trilla had never taken her helmet off in the presence of her men. They only knew Second Sister as a black helmet with a red visor. They'd never seen the green eyed women with short sleek black hair underneath.

"Three," the sergeant said beginning his countdown.

Trilla was out of time. The Troopers didn't believe her and found fire if she didn't cooperate. However it occurred to her that cooperation might not be such a bad idea. If she surrendered they would arrest her and take her back to Fort Inqusitorius where this whole matter would we straightened out. She would be released and these idiot stormtroopers would be executed.

"Two."

However if she gave herself up that means her failure and humiliation would be seen by her fellow Inqusitors. Trilla cringed at the thought. What would her brothers and sisters say if they saw her like this? And worse. What would Lord Vader say?

"One! Ok men open fi-"

"No!" Trilla screamed. She stretched out her arms(once again exposing every inch of herself to the dozens if bystanders) and hit the troopers with a massive **** blast. The blast sent the troopers flying in all directions before they crashed to the ground either dead or ****.

After knocking away the troopers Trilla simply stood their arms extended, breathing heavy. She had been afraid of what would happen if Vader saw her like this and that fear had become a rage filled attack one she might end up regretting.

"Requesting Backup," Trilla turned to see another trooper talking on his radio, "The Jedi is hostile requesting backup. Target is a human female and yes I can confirm she is naked. VERY naked."

"Eeeee!" Trilla squealed as she fled. How could she be so foolish. She could have easily found a way to get some clothes when the Stormtrooper took her back to the ship, but now they would kill her on sight. Now her only choice was to run. She ran to a large roadway and was almost hit by a speeder.

"Nice tits sweetheart," the driver yelled at her. Trilla quickly covered her breasts and turned around only to be greeted with a torrent of blaster fire from incoming stormtroopers. She easily dodged but was **** onto the speedway. After weaving her way through a few incoming cars and making it to the middle of the road, Trilla realized she was at the center of an eight-lane freeway! She planned to cross the rest of the road but saw more stormtroopers gathering on the other side. With attackers on both sides Trilla was **** to keep moving down the road itself.

Wanting to get away as soon as possible to escape the Stormtroopers that were suppose to be under her command, Trilla ran full speed down the road pumping her arms as her breasts bounced wildly and her feet slapped against the metal road. All the while speeders passed by honking at the young women. A few brave drivers even slowed down to take pictures of the well-endowed streaker. Suffice to say this caused quite a few speeder accidents.

However it didn't take long for some Imperial Scout Troopers to catch up to her. As they closed in, Trilla used her **** agility to jump off the freeway and onto a section of the city it was passing over. When she landed she was fortunately somewhere without Stormtroopers, but unfortunately the street she landed in was very populated.

"Holy hell," one pedestrian yells, "it's raining naked chicks!"

"Gahhh!" Trilla gasped. She quickly took of running. However she was so panicked Trilla forgot to try and cover herself.

"Wow! Is that the nudist women I've heard about?"

"It must be. Man how long is she going to streak."

"Yeah, go for it beautiful! Wooo."

"Why is she doing this?"

"Its a protest. She's standing up to the empire. You go girl!"

"I didn't know she was a human. Or that her boobs were that big."

"Man those things can juggle."

Trilla face turned continuously redder. These fools were getting an eyeful of her naked body and thought she was that nudist Jedi. She wasn't sure which was worse. Probably the former. Trilla tried to get off the busy streets by running into the side alleys, but every time she did Trilla ran into more stormtroopers who ended up forcing her back into populated areas. And so for a time, Trilla's life became an endless cycle of dodging blaster bolts and streaking through painfully supportive crowds of citizens. As Night fell, Trilla was finally able to escape the hellish cycle and find a place without Stormtroopers or civilians. Scurrying down a dark alley Trilla finally found an empty street to rest. She leaned against a nearby wall and rested her eyes. She took a deep breath to calm herself down.

'How did everything fall apart so fast?' she thought. A few hours ago she was an Inquisitor hunting down Jedi weakling. Now she was a fugitive streaker desperately trying to survive.

"Well," Trilla said to herself, "at least it couldn't get any worse."

"Wham wham wham."

Trilla opened her eyes after hearing strange chatter and was surprised to see a probe droid a few feet in front of her. At first she froze expecting to be attacked but the droid just floated their doing nothing. Trilla was confused at first but then remembered something from earlier that day. Something horrible.

"Please don't, " she begged the droid face full of fear, but it was too late. A large holoscreen across the street, meant to distribute news to passersby, suddenly came back to life. Displayed on the 50 foot screen, fully uncensored and in high definition, was a live feed of Trilla's naked body from the Probe Droid's camera.

Looking at her own body on screen Trilla remembered how this had happened. After being defeated by Tagruta Jedi in the Warehouse district, Trilla wanted ****. So she had ordered her underlings to send all Probe Droids across the city to try asnd find the naked Jedi. However once they did, instead of just sending the location to Imperial forces, Trilla had ordered the droids to broadcast the images they recorded across the entire local holonet so that every sentient lifeform on this planet could see the Jedi's shame.

But now the Jedi was gone and the tables had turned. Trilla looked up at the holoscreen. The images she was seeing of her curvasion tanned body were being sent out to every home, bar, and public building on the planet. Even the Star Destroyers in orbit were getting this. Worst of all, do to imperial broadcast laws, it was considered illegal to turn it off. Trilla watched, in real time, as her face turned a darker shade of crimson then she had ever seen before.

"Nooooooooo!" Trilla screamed as she ran off into the night once again. The Probe Droid was in pursuit, getting an amazing shoot of her jiggling ass for the millions of citizens of Rakhuuun to enjoy.