Rembrandt The Return of the Prodigal Son Painting

Rembrandt The Return of the Prodigal Son Painting
Return of the Prodigal Son
Regatta At Argenteuil
Rembrandt Biblical Scene
Rembrandt The Jewish Bride
And what of the existing rebellion?" Tagge wanted to know. "If the rebels somehow managed to gain access to a complete technical schemaof this battle station, it is remotely possible that they might be able to locate aweakness susceptible to minor exploitation." Tarkin's smile shifted to a smirk. "Ofcourse, we all know how well guarded, how carefully protected, such vital data is. Itcould not possibly fall into rebel hands." "The technical data to which you are obliquely referring," rumbled Darth Vaderangrily, "will soon be back in our hands. If—" Tarkin shook the Dark Lord off, something no one else at the table would havedared to do. "It is immaterial. Any attack made against this station by the rebelswould be a suicidal gesture, suicidal and useless—regardless of any information theymanaged to obtain. After many long years of secretive construction," he declaredwith evident pleasure, "this station has become the decisive force in this part of theuniverse. Events in this region of the galaxy will no longer be determined by fate,by decree, or by any other agency. They will be decided by this station!" A huge metal-clad hand gestured slightly, and one of the filled cups on the tabledrifted responsively into it. With a slightly admonishing tone the Dark Lordcontinued. "Don't become too proud of this technological terror you've spawned,Tarkin. The ability to destroy a city, a world, a whole system is still insignificantwhen set against the force."