ManlyBacker
Winging it
SILVERTAIL WARS
In a galaxy far, far away, a psychopathic emperor and his most trusted servant - a former Jedi Knight known as Dark Mata - are ruling a universe with fear. It is a time of civil war and the Rebel Alliance is reeling and is more fragmented than ever before.
The wise one sat cross-legged. YoDaN looked into the future. “Turn up I will not. Try not. Do or do not. There is no try. Defeated be we.â€ÂÂ
Just over the northern border, 20 light years behind, the Cane Toad Council was in turmoil. Should they side with the Rebels or continue to pledge allegiance to Lord Mata? Had he not brought them success? Had not the maroon sabres triumphed over the sky blue sabres this very season of battle?
Meanwhile, newly promoted Rebel Treasurer Manly(Chew)Backer was in despair. No one could have foreseen three straight losses against the Empire. The two long term investments of making the Top 4 and taking the ultimate prize of the Imperial Premiership were just cosmic dust. The galactic coffers were empty.
YoDaN tilted his head and uttered “Increase our finances we must. Trust the Force of the Google ad alliance say I†The troubling times weighed heavily “Need we one of balance, diplomacy and reason†And thus, Luke Canteenworker was enlisted in the rescue of Princess Jason. Ryan2-D2 hovered in the corners, his thoughts turning to flashing and the effect he could create with four moons.
In a pizza shaped galaxy at the edge of reason, Dark Mata showed little tolerance of failure. The recent demise of Generals Irwin and Brock had not troubled him. There were plenty more where they came from. After all, his storm troopers from Flash (point Estate) Gordon were ready.
The Death Star moved into position. The last words from YoDaN reaching the Rebel Alliance echoed away into empty space and trailed off: “God, am I….â€ÂÂ
TO BE CONTINUED .....
In a galaxy far, far away, a psychopathic emperor and his most trusted servant - a former Jedi Knight known as Dark Mata - are ruling a universe with fear. It is a time of civil war and the Rebel Alliance is reeling and is more fragmented than ever before.
The wise one sat cross-legged. YoDaN looked into the future. “Turn up I will not. Try not. Do or do not. There is no try. Defeated be we.â€ÂÂ
Just over the northern border, 20 light years behind, the Cane Toad Council was in turmoil. Should they side with the Rebels or continue to pledge allegiance to Lord Mata? Had he not brought them success? Had not the maroon sabres triumphed over the sky blue sabres this very season of battle?
Meanwhile, newly promoted Rebel Treasurer Manly(Chew)Backer was in despair. No one could have foreseen three straight losses against the Empire. The two long term investments of making the Top 4 and taking the ultimate prize of the Imperial Premiership were just cosmic dust. The galactic coffers were empty.
YoDaN tilted his head and uttered “Increase our finances we must. Trust the Force of the Google ad alliance say I†The troubling times weighed heavily “Need we one of balance, diplomacy and reason†And thus, Luke Canteenworker was enlisted in the rescue of Princess Jason. Ryan2-D2 hovered in the corners, his thoughts turning to flashing and the effect he could create with four moons.
In a pizza shaped galaxy at the edge of reason, Dark Mata showed little tolerance of failure. The recent demise of Generals Irwin and Brock had not troubled him. There were plenty more where they came from. After all, his storm troopers from Flash (point Estate) Gordon were ready.
The Death Star moved into position. The last words from YoDaN reaching the Rebel Alliance echoed away into empty space and trailed off: “God, am I….â€ÂÂ
TO BE CONTINUED .....
