The Kitchen Maid
The Lady of Shalott
the night watch by rembrandt
the Night Watch
mechanical voice continued to recite the shrinking distance to their target, butit wasn't shrinking fast enough. "We're sitting ducks down here," he observednervously. "We'll just have to ride it out," the old man told them all. "We can't defendourselves and go for the target at the same time." He fought down old reflexes as hisown screen revealed three Tie fighters in precision formation diving almost verticallydown toward them. "Three-eight-one-oh-four," Darth Vader announced as he calmly adjusted hiscontrols. The stars whipped past behind him. "I'll take them myself. Cover me." Red Two was the first to die, the young pilot never knowing what hit him, neverseeing his executioner. Despite his experience, Red Leader was on the verge ofpanic when he saw his wingman dissolve in flame. "We're trapped down here. No way to maneuver—trench walls are too close.We've got to loosen it up somehow. Got—"
Friday, November 2, 2007
The Kitchen Maid
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