Delusions of Grandeur

I had to quickly find away to get a ship and get out of here. Things was I didn’t know where the wormhole was. But if I could get Vader’s Tie Fighter, the Nav computer would have a record of it. I just had to get by Tarkin.

He jumped in my way as I stepped in the hanger. I side stepped him and reared back my fist, landing a hard right in Mr. Sourpuss’ face. He went soaring back. Man, that felt good. Pretty sight, too.

I marched up to Tak, who was blocking my way to the fighter. “Move,” I said.

“I can’t. I have to stop you,” Tak tells me. “What did you do tick off the big man?”

“I tell you what I’m going to do if you don’t move your clone backside out my way…”

“Whoa! Don’t beat the clone!”

I walked up and tapped his helmet. “Move then.”

“Vader will kill me if I do.”

“I’ll kill you if you don’t. Up to you, Tak.”

He moved. “I’m a dead clone.”

“Open the bay doors!” I shouted jumping in the fighter.

“A very dead clone,” he muttered.

I decided to make it look like he had nothing to do with this. He was a good guy. I grabbed a blaster off the floor of the fighter and when the doors came open, I shot his foot.

“OWWWWWWWWW! WTF!”

“Sorry!” I closed the hatch and fired the engines. I was just about to take off when Vader charged in the hanger. I moved the guns so they were pointed his way. Ok, so he could use the Force to repeal the shots, but I wasn’t going to let him get close to the fighter.

I wasn’t staying.

There is a certain Jedi Knight in my time I need to have a SERIOUS conversation with.

I fired once at him before I gunned the engines and took off. I missed, of course, but I got out of that hanger.