Star Wars: The Clone Wars Knightfall --- Part 2.
The Clone Wars: Knightfall Pt 2
Darth Vader’s plan was going unnoticed. “Destroy the hanger and all ships! We must focus on reaching the communications center.” A wing of gunships swooped in without warning. “Commence the barrage!!” a voice rang out across the comm lines. Each gunship unleashed their entire payload of rockets in quick succession, turbo lasers continued pouring through the smoke, turret and chin guns rapidly fired slamming into any hint of a silhouette. The Jedi defense turrets were dismantled by the barrage, bursting into flame as they attempted to lock onto the gunships. Two gunships, filled with rocket teams, selected the futile turrets that remained. Barrels collapsed as the variety of gunfire tore through them. The clattering ceased when the last turret was obliterated. Any star fighters on the deck were too damaged put up a fight. In moments the entire hanger was left in ruin! Smoldering, torn and tattered metal, ships
The Clone Wars: Knightfall __ Volume 5.
The Clone Wars
The temple’s halls echoed with clatters of armor, whirring of Jedi sabers, thunderous bursts of explosions, and the pounding thuds of both boot and body. The 501st spread through the temple like waves upon a beach. Had their initial breach of the temple been halted the trooper’s lives would have paid a higher price, but Lord Vader enabled them to strike deep into the heart of the sacred building. The Jedi: isolated and alone.
Vader quickly walked from the balcony leaving padawan Keto’s body behind. Troopers clad in blue and white armor hurried about him collecting data from the temple’s library which had only then been secured. The fallen Jedi’s face was void of expression. His thoughts only of rage…doing what must be done. A glimmer caught the knight’s eye as he neared a bronzium statue. The familiar countenance of Count Dooku’s was easily identifiable among the Jedi busts of the Fallen Twenty
A Castle in Newport
A Castle in Newport
By Sean "planxtafroggie" Kinnier
Characters: Sabrina, Vanessa, Sasha, Ashleigh
Just outside of Newport, Rhode Island - circa 1859 - four beautiful girls were gathered at one of their familys' summer mansion. One named Ashleigh, English at 18 years and the daughter of a music teacher, with the other three Vanessa, a Floridian and aspiring dancer; Sasha, wearing a lovely boater hat and a dress borrowed from her aunt the town seamstress; and the family heiress Sabrina McMullen, each 17. The mansion was built more like a castle with its tall exteriors and high tower to the north. Inside, one big hallway with a piano, a chandelier, a balcony that went a high level of fourteen feet up and a big gorgeous couch.
Wow..... such an amazing place! they thought. Vanessa in awe as she put the luminous floor to her test... she spun around in her typical dance fashion and let her voluminous skirt fly up with her rose red taffeta