ngôi sao Wars Millennium chim ưng

Colonel Kramer: *Stands up* To health gentlemen. *Drinks a glass of wine*
General Rosemeyer & Lieutenant Schwartz: *Drinking their wine*
Colonel Kramer: *Looks at General Carnaby* You're not drinking. Is there anything bạn will do?
General Carnaby: *Shakes his head*
Colonel Kramer: I'm sure bạn noticed, but the Lieutenant is a trained nurse.
Lieutenant Schwartz: *Pulls out a pack of syringes*
Colonel Kramer: She will put cyanide into bạn if bạn wish to not talk.

A hologram of a stormtrooper appeared in front of the Colonel on the table.

Stormtrooper: Sir, they're here to see you.
Colonel Kramer:...

In the trước đó part of this story, the tìm kiếm for Harrod began. It didn't last that long though.

John: *Searching with Morris*
Jott: *With Barkley, he points at something in the snow*

Song (Start at 0:49): link

It was Harrod.

Jott: MAJOR!!
John: *Hears Jott, and walks towards him*
Morris: *Follows John*

They arrived. Thomas, and Christianson made it too. Then, they saw Harrod, laying in the snow on his back.

John: *Kneels down, and looks over Harrod* His neck's broken.
Thomas: Dammit!
John: *Takes the radio off Harrod*
Jott: Well what do we do now? Do we bury him, hoặc do we leave him here?
John: We leave...

This is the người hâm mộ fiction I've been telling bạn about in this picture: link

Start trailer

An Imperial Landing Craft was flying through a planet covered in snow, 18 inches thick. It passed over a mountain, and increased speed.

Song (Start at 0:17): link

Colonel Turner: Here he is. At the Schloss Adler. The lâu đài of Eagles. Believe me, it's well named, because only an eagle can get to it. Our job is to get inside there, and get him out as soon as possible.
Colonel Kramer: Major Debeldun, in charge of shipping in weapons.
Republic Soldier: Green light go!
Men: *Jump out of the Landing Craft*
Colonel Kramer:...

Vizan eyed the pirate's antiqued vessel, as it lined up the portal to theirs. The doors opened into the tunnel. The pirate's new captain and first mate, sat on a descent pair of chairs with a anti-gravity bàn in front of them. A gruff voice echoed from the rough facial garb. "Come we meet here. That way we are all in danger. No one I believe is fully prepared to meet their maker. Just yet." Vizan slipped his twin a thoughtful look. Jorg slowly smiled appreciating the cleverness of such an opponent. Nodding they went forward, to sit themselves across from the two females. This would prove...