jesus christ on the cross

jesus christ on the cross
klimt painting the kiss
leonardo da vinci self portrait
Madonna Litta
Slowly assuming attack formations combining X- and Y-wing ships, the variousfighters began to move outward from the moon, out past the oceanic atmosphere ofgiant Yavin, out to meet the technologic executioner. The man who had observed the by-play between Biggs and Luke now loweredhis glare visor and adjusted his half-automatic, half-manual gunsights as he checkedthe ships to either side of him. "Blue boys," he addressed his intership pickup, "this is Blue Leader. Adjustyour selectors and check in. Approaching target at one point three…" Ahead, the bright sphere of what looked like on of Yavin's moons but wasn'tbegan to glow with increasing brightness. It shone with an eerie metallic glowutterly unlike that of any natural satellite. As he watched the giant battle stationmake its way around the rim of Yavin, Blue Leader's thoughts traveled back over theyears. Over the uncountable injustices, the innocents taken away for interrogationand never heard from again—the whole multitude of evils incurred by an increasinglycorrupt and indifferent Imperial government. All those terrors and agonies wereconcentrated, magnified, represented by the single bloated feat of engineering theywere approaching now.