Rebel boats were heading to the big clifftops of the town called Wanter-Lo.
Alan: We have to go all the way up there? Rebel 62: What's the matter Private? You scared? Alan: No. Not at all. Just what is our objective? Rebel 57: Imperials have cannons, and we gotta destroy them before they take down any of our Mon Calamari's.
They reached land, and everyone got out of the boats. Stormtroopers on top of the cliffs spotted them.
Stormtrooper 34: They're here! Shoot them! Rebels: *Shooting the Imperials* Imperials: *Shooting the Rebels* Rebel 50: Quickly, set up the ladders, and harpoon...
The tank was still in front of the bank. The driver thought the coast was clear, until this happened.
Kelly: *Walks out onto the street from one of the buildings to the left* Big Joe: *Walks in from the right* Oddball: *Following Big Joe* Imperial 57: *Turns the turret towards the three Rebels* Kelly: *Holding an A280C* Big Joe: *Holding an A280C* Oddball: *Moves back part of his coat, revealing a 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 comment 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 you 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 you 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* You are a very charming girl. Mary: Thank you 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...