Princess Leia adjusted her crumpled gown and glared at the looming Death Star. "So, this is your ultimate weapon? Honestly, it looks like a disco ball took the wrong turn into the void."
Lord Vader, ever the charmer, rumbled, "Silence, princess. Soon, your rebellion will be as forgotten as a bad hair day."
Leia snorted. "Oh, please. Your TIE fighters have the coordination of a flock of drunken pigeons."
Vader choked, his suit sputtering.
Leia sashayed closer, "You know," she purred, "if you painted one of those giant laser things pink, it might actually be kind of fierce."
Vader's circuits smoked.
Leia winked. "Just a suggestion, Darth. Maybe add some glitter too. You never know, it might turn this boring battle into a fabulous fashion show."
Artists mixed in this are:
- Andreas Lie, a visual artist (double exposure)
- Dan Mumford, a fantasy drawer (trees)
- Dain Yoon, a fine artist
- Awwchang, a digital artist