We come from the land of the ice and snow, from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green,
Can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war.
We are your overlords.
-Led Zeppelin
Domingo 12:23
THE WINDS OF CHANGE SWEEP ACROSS THE GALAXY. EVEN AS NEGOTIATIONS CONTINUE, THE REBEL ALLIANCE PRESSES IT´S ADVANTAGE IN AN UNHOLY RAGE, SCREAMING FOR VENEGEANCE. ALTHOUGH THE REBELS APPEAR TO BE IN A STRONG TACTICAL POSITION, ONE SHOULD NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE DARK AND GNARLEY POWERS OF THE SITH. EVEN STILL, IT APPEARS AN OUTCOME, WHATEVER IT MAY BE, IS IMMINENT. ALSO, THE ALLIANCE HAS JUST FINISHED A DARING RAID, SECURING THE ICE PLANET HOTH AS A PLACE TO STORE CERVEZA. ONWARD REBEL SOLDIER...!
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day Despite of all your losing.
-Led Zeppelin
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