The Battle of Hoth
A long time ago in a Galaxy far, far away... Lasers consume the crisp air, as the rebellion endlessly attempts to defend themselves against the ferocious, mighty Empire... AT-AT walkers march toward our rebel base, as their horrific footsteps can be heard from miles away. Storm troopers flood the area in which the rebels desperately strive for hope, and pray that this is but a dream. Their guns do not stop dispersing laser blasts, they are relentless in their attacks, consumed by fear and hatred, something only the Dark Side of the Force can be responsible for. The earth shattering shots by the walkers tremendously shake the ground upon which I stand. The rebellions comfort has crumbled, The Empire has found us. Wampas and tauntauns search for peace in this time of war, but the hope of peace is lost with each shield generator, turret, and rebel soldier that explodes before my very own eyes. X-wings and snow speeders follow Rebel ships as they attempt to escape this evil wrath, but are shot down by the massive Star Destroyers that dangerously hover above this isolated planet. Chaos has ensued, devoured the Galaxy. I sense something, a presence... Darth Vader himself, in the flesh. He begins to approach me. His steps are slow, his breathing is frightening and heavy, a sound that can be heard across the universe. He leads the 501st battalion, the very same battalion that followed the shadow of his current self in his mission to destroy the Jedi temple, in search of the mysterious Luke Skywalker. His lightsaber has ignited, and so has mine. The rebel commander that sits beside me now floats in mid air with his hands wrapped around his neck while he grasps for the air that the Dark Lord of the Sith pulls out of him. I must not fear him. I do not fear him. The war rages on. The battle of the dark and light binds the world and this terrible war as it so tragically continues. Vader powerfully swings his blood red lightsaber at me, as I strike mine simultaneously. Our sabers clash, our eyes lock, as the rage from his soul speaks.. "You do not know the power of the dark side...." The Fate of the Galaxy now rests in my hands. The Battle of Hoth has begun.
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