Coruscant, one of 678 Rebel barracks. It was raining, and the thousands of soldiers in the barracks were getting lunch.
Rebel Cook: *Serving thực phẩm to the soldiers* Keep the line moving. Take a lid. Silverware is to the left of the lids. Rebel Soldier 53: bạn expect us to eat this slop again? Rebel Cook: I don't care what bạn do Mack. Eat it, throw it out, do whatever bạn want with it. I only get paid to do one thing, and that's cooking. You're holding up the line. Rebel Soldier 53: *Leaves*
Outside, a few of the Rebels were enjoying the rain.
Anthony: *Yawning* Early: Didn't bạn get any sleep last...
The tank was still in front of the bank. The driver thought the coast was clear, until this happened.
Kelly: *Walks out onto the đường phố, street from one of the buildings to the left* Big Joe: *Walks in from the right* Oddball: *Following Big Joe* Imperial 57: *Turns the tháp nhỏ, tháp pháo towards the three Rebels* Kelly: *Holding an A280C* Big Joe: *Holding an A280C* Oddball: *Moves back part of his coat, revealing a bao da, holster carrying an SE14C*
The three of them started to walk slowly towards the tank. The driver still had the tank's big gun pointed at them, but was curious to see what they had planned.
With that bình luận Oron advanced on the mayor's daughter. Tyran pulled the trigger putting the bullet firmly into the knave's shoulder joint."You would do well to remember in whose house bạn are in. Rose please get this boy a napkin, his blood is getting on the good rug. On his way out of course and the gifts, will be sent back." Oron's face that had been beet red moments before went pale white. Tyran sighed. "Come boy no one is that stupid. When a woman says something like that bạn know its over." Rose took the opportunity to dig the cloth napkin deep into Oron's wound. Receiving a satisfactory...
Major Von Hapen: Goodnight Maria. *Kisses her hand* bạn are a very charming girl. Mary: Thank bạn Major. Major Von Hapen: We must get to know each other just a little bit more. Mary: Yes we must. Goodnight. *Closes her door*
Song (Start at 0:58): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NW-yn6vIFWc&list=PL0TfWQhot6a3q02s5-4UbHFJ4OwmVytUh&index=8
Major Von Hapen: *Gets a sudden urge that something's not right* Mary: *Locks her door* Major Von Hapen: *Hears the lock, and rubs his chin with his hand, and walks down the corridor* John: *Watching Barkley, Thomas, and Christianson writing...