A Greek Beauty

A Greek Beauty
Evening Mood painting
female nude reclining
flaming june painting
The burnished conference table was as soulless and unyielding as the mood of theeight Imperial Senators and officers ranged around it. Imperial troopers stood guardat the entrance to the chamber, which was sparse and coldly lit from lights in the tableand walks. One of the youngest of the eight was declaiming. He exhibited theattitude of one who had climbed far and fast by methods best not examined tooclosely. General Tagge did possess a certain twisted genius, but it was only partlythat ability which had lifted him to his present exalted position. Other noisometalents had proven equally efficacious. Though his uniform was as neatly molded and his body as cleans as that ofanyone else in the room, none of the remaining seven cared to touch him. A certainsliminess clung cloyingly to him, a sensation inferred rather than tactile. Despitethis, many respected him. Or feared him. "I tell you, he's gone too far this time," the General was insisting vehemently."This is Sith Lord inflicted on us at the urging of the Emperor will be our undoing.Until the battle station is fully operational, we remain vulnerable. "Some of you still don't seem to realize how well equipped and organized therebel Alliance is. Their vessel are excellent, their pilots better. And they arepropelled by something more powerful than mere engines: this perverse, reactionaryfanaticism of theirs. They're more dangerous than most of you realize."