-Rebel Rising
SWWOOSH!!! Flew the mass driver. Destruction raised upon such a piece of rock. Then with the flick of a switch, Bolts flew, thunder raised. Crackling the upper atmosphere. Cold, brisk waves. Flowed upon wave...After wave...After wave. The man gained comfort in the peace of his chair. Meanwhile behind him boasted a rebel flag.

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