Illuminati Confirmed

There once was a boy named Thomas. For the most part, Thomas was your regular old average boy. He enjoyed things like action figures, NERF Guns, and toy trains. Life was great for Thomas, until one day tragedy struck. Please enjoy the story of how Thomas, the four-year old boy, single-handedly took down the evil organization known as The Illuminati.

It was a regular day for Thomas. He woke up, went to preschool, threw his IPad at his teacher, got suspended, and went home. We he arrived at his front door, a smile grew upon his face. Before opening the door, he looked behind him and showed off his smile to the big yellow bus that had just dropped him off. Thomas quickly turned around and knocked on the door. Normally, he would receive an answer from his Mother, who would be dressed in her pajama pants and might be having some smokes. Today was different though. Mother never came to the door after five whole minutes. Thomas continued to bang on the door.  After a while Thomas decided it would be a great idea to go through the basement doggy door. He walked around the house and went straight through the door. He quickly sprinted up the stairs. To his horror, he found his mom laying there in her own blood. Around her, smokes made the shape of a triangle. Horror overtook Thomas as he looked into his mother’s dead eyes. Just then he heard a crash come from the kitchen. With anger, Thomas sprinted to the kitchen and found, none other than, Bill Clinton. He looked Thomas right in the eyes.

“I did not have sexual relations with that woman,” he said.

“Who sent you?!” Thomas screeched.

“Ms. Lewinsky,” he replied” I’m just foolin’ with you, Little guy. The Illuminati sent me”. He smiled and walked out the back door with the blood still dripping from his fingertips. Only one thought ran through Thomas’s mind as he watched the former President walk out on his lawn.

“I mean, I knew Bill was a liar and a jerk, but HE was apart of the Illuminati? Dang,” Thomas said to himself.

…

There began Thomas’s quest for blood. This four year-old wanted to destroy the illuminati and its leader.

…

Thomas got on the bus which made its way towards the airport. He boards his plane and takes the first flight to Egypt. Upon arrival he goes to his temporary hotel and unpacks. Once he’s done, he goes into the bathroom and grabs a bar of soap. He then goes outside his room and towards the balcony. H`e hoists the soap into fountain below causing a giant bubble explosion across the lobby.

“Dopeasaures” he said to himself as he walked back into his room. He could hear people cursing from inside his room.

It was about 9:00 p.m. so Thomas decided he would head to his destination: The Pyramids of Giza.

Thomas arrived right at exactly 9:11 p.m. To his surprise, he saw only one person visiting the landmark. When he got close he realized that it was George Bush.

“George Bush? What are you doing here?” asked Thomas.

“Oh, y’know. Its my daily trip,” he replies.

“Oh I get. Its 9:11,” says Thomas.

“You bet.”

“Obama’s dog visited our school once and he told me that you did that whole ordeal but I didn’t really believe him”.

“Nope, all me”.

The clock turned to 9:12 and Bush backed away into the shadows. Thomas whipped out his IGalaxy6s+ and played The Illuminati theme song on Youtube. The pyramid began to “peel skin”. The layer underneath was none other than the green Illuminati triangle with the eye levitating above it. A door appeared in the front of the pyramid and a man stood in front of it. When Thomas got closer, he realized it was Jay-Z.

“Hey, I got 99 problems and you’re one of them so get out of the way,” commanded Thomas.

“Okay, I gotta be in Paris anyway,” he replied as he get out of the way. Thomas walked right through the opening in the massive structure. In his eyesight stood, four people. It was too dark to see who they were. He was in a big dark room, and behind the four structures stood a throne with a hooded person sitting in it. He/She was the leader of the Illuminati. A spotlight hit the structure on the farthest left. The structure lifted its face. It was Lady Gaga.

“I KNEW IT!” screamed Thomas. The expression of Lady Gaga did not change because she obviously had her Poker Face on. She screeched and sprinted at Thomas but Thomas quickly fired his NERF Blaster at her. He had modified his bullets so they have spikes in the front. The bullet pierced through her neck.

“It’s okay Lady Gaga,” said Thomas, “You were born this way”.

The next figure had the spotlight shown it. Thomas quickly matched the face to Beyonce.

“Don’t get cocky, Little guy” she said winking.

“You’re a talker now, huh? Well if you like your mouth so much then put a ring on it,” Thomas said. Thomas hoisted a Ninja ring into her mouth. The blood on her face made him think she should have a Halo above her head.

The 3rd contestant raised its head. It was freakin’ B.O.B.

“Oh I bet you got the Magic then?” mocked Thomas. At that moment, B.O.B. revealed a wizard hat. Thomas saved him the embarrassment and quickly shot him in the forehead with his NERF blaster. Suddenly strange clouds appeared above his dead body.

The fourth figure stepped forward. It was none other than Tom Cruise.

“Your movies suck!” screamed Thomas. Thomas ran at him as fast as he could and RKO’d him so hard that he would be spending the next week at the chiropractor.

Thomas walked forward to the altar of the leader. Four bloody bodies lay behind him.

“Very good,” said the hooded man.

“That was for my Mommy,” Thomas said.

“So, what next?”

“I’ll kill you, then take your throne. I’ll hire better actors and performers, and we’ll worship Jesus, not any of your Satan BS,” Thomas said. A tear ran down the hooded man's face. The tear hit his black scruffy black beard as he yanked the hood from his head. All along the leader of the Illuminati was…

Find out the rest in supply drops.

Just kidding.

All along the leader of the Illuminati was...DRUM ROLL PLEASE...Mr. Ross.

…

After killing off the rest of The Illuminati, Thomas began his own rule of the organization. He built it from the ground up, and hired the dopest of people. Thomas signed the will of the Illuminati to Leonardo Dicaprio for after Thomas dies because Thomas believed that he was the most sexy man alive. Thomas married Ivanka Trump after RKOing Donald. The only end we have to tie up left is Bill Clinton’s affair with Monica Lewinsky. After many days of timeless trial they found that Bush did 9/11. I want to thank you for listening to the story of Thomas, and how he took down the Illuminati, rebuilt it, and created the greatest story of all time.

The Civil War

What side are you on? The epic battle hits theaters on May 6, as the Marvel Cinematic Universe will undergo its third phase. The movie will take the title Captain America: Civil War, but don’t let that title confuse you. This movie will not at all be a Captain America movie. This movie will be a brawl between government and rogues. The law versus the right thing. The dedicated versus the loyal. I’m here to tell which side is the right side.

Before we begin, you must have a little background information. The movie will be based off of the comic storyline. In the story line, things hit the fan. Your favorite heroes all take a side, whether it’s with Cap and what he believes in, or Iron Man and what he believes in. Iron man wants every hero to have their own personal information put into a database. With doing this, he would have access to their identities, their abilities, how they got them, and more. The reason he wants this is because this way people will be held accountable for their actions. The reason this interferes with Cap’s ideas is because he knows if this happens, his friend, Bucky Barnes, will go to prison. Bucky was brainwashed by Hydra, an evil organization, and turned into a weapon. Cap believes it’s not fair because he was brainwashed, and now that he is beginning to regain himself, he will have to go to prison for a crime that he didn’t even commit. This leads into a gigantic conversary among all of the heroes.

Now that you know what you need to know going to into the film, I will tell you what said I believe is the right side. Now for many of you, your mind set may be, “Well Ant-Man is my favorite hero and he is on Cap’s side, so that’s my side!” or something along those lines. Which is fair, but that might not actually mean you’re apart of that side. In order to tell what side you’re on you have to get personal with your self.

I will put a scenario on the table. The president of the United States tells you that you can be his right hand man. You can have rich, fame, and anything you like. All you have to do is put a bullet through you’re best friends head. This best friend invited you to be his best man at his wedding. This man was there everyday when your wife died from cancer. This man calls and checks in on you everyday. This man would give you every dollar he had to make sure you were secure. This man was your brother and never lied, stole, or got upset with you. His loyalty was better than anyone you’ve ever met. If you put a bullet through his head, you can have anything you ever wanted. If you don't, you are now Washington D.C.’s worst enemy and most wanted.

Now you may say that is a bit of a stretch for the true storyline, but really, it’s not. This is the type of decisions Cap has to make. He now has to decide if he wants to betray his friend or start a war.

You have now seen the storyline, and now it’s time for me to tell you what side you should be on. In my opinion, #TeamCap is the right side. Putting myself in his shoes, I would not let fear overtake me and I would stay loyal because relationships are more important than anything. I think that if you’re on Cap’s side, you’re on the right side. In the comic, Captain America dies at the end after a huge brawl. I’m not sure whether or not this is going to happen, but if it does, do you really want to be on the killing side? Cap’s death is what ends the war during the comic because everyone feels horrible. Also, you guys might be wanting to be on Iron Man's side because that's the side that Spiderman will be on. Yes, I understand your obsession with our favorite predatory arachnid, but I promise you that he won’t stay there. Actually, I can’t  promise you that, but in the comic, after Spidey reveals himself as Peter Parker, he soon realizes the mistake he’s made and switches to...you guessed it, #TeamCap.

Captain America vs Iron man will be the battle of a lifetime, and hopefully better than the one with that alien vs the bat dude. Before I close this paper up, I want to go over the teams. Stark’s team includes Black Widow, Black Panther, Vision (Jarvis), War Machine, and Spiderman (to start with). Cap’s team will include Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier), Scarlett Witch, Ant-Man, Hawkeye, and Falcon. If one of these is your favorite hero and you’re still being stubborn and just want to pick a team that way, fine.  

The best of the best will be going up against each other in this one, and I am so excited to see how the Marvel Cinematic Universe will bring this amazing storyline to life. They have proved to us over and over again that they have the ability to do it. I hope they don’t blow such a big opportunity to create a great movie.

Now I’ve ranted on how bad I want this movie to be good, who’s going to be on what team, and what team you should be on. I strongly believe that May 6, 2016 will be an insane day in the name of comic book movies.

Awesome! Now you know why #TeamCap is the right team. I hope I’ve influenced you enough to give you a reason to be on my side. If you join this side for the movie on May 6th, you won’t be disappointed. I guess it will come to that day. #TeamCap will be my team, what about you?

Joel's Poems

Opinions

What if every color we see, is different in each of our eyes?

Yes, we all know the names, but what if we see them different?

What if my red is different from your red?

Or my blue looks different from your blue?

The best part is, we would never know.

Why?

Because you can’t describe colors.

You can’t describe them.

You use colors to describe things.

But you cannot describe colors.

That leaves one word to describe this poem:

Opinions.

The feeling

Everyone has felt “the feeling”.

No matter who you are.

No matter what you’ve been through.

No matter what you’ve done.

No matter where you are from.

You’ve felt that feeling.

That feeling is the feeling of happiness.

Sometimes you’ll only feel it for a second.

Sometimes you’ll feel it for weeks.

The feeling of happiness is spontaneous.

But…

It scares you.

It reminds you that the darkness still lurks.

So when you get that feeling…

Stay on your guard.

Enjoy the feeling,

But be careful.

Because it is only temporary until a greater day.

Moms

You think you room is clean,

But that peck on the floor doesn’t look clean to me!

Is your laundry all done?

Well if not say goodbye to any fun!

Are the dishes yours to do?

Of course they are, not anyone but you.

How long can you stay with friends?

All night if you want as long as the dogs have a clean pen.

Moms are crazy, but so are poems.

The only difference is that I actually like my Mom.

Dear Mother Nature

Dude are you crazy?

If I knew any better I’d figure you’re lazy.

“Huh? What season is it?”

“Eh just throw em’ some sleet for a bit”

“You can’t go wrong with snow”

“Mostly in the summer blow”

“Spring can be late this year”

“Besides we need to wait for snowy cheer”

“I don’t know when Christmas is over”

“Because it’s January and it's been snowing since October”

Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

Y’know what mother nature?

I don’t like you.

Rhyme

I guess it’s now time to rhyme one,

But I didn’t come here with time son.

I may be doing this in Study Hall,

But it’s still better than Clayton’s Y’all.

I’m won't rhyme about boxes,

Or talk about how they fit in with “rock-es”.

Instead I’ll rhyme,

about how I have no time.

The day my PPOW is due,

I’m jotting down words that stick like glue.

Can’t you see I’m trying to get words down,

All these rhymes come from downtown.

And no I’m not going to rhyme about Macklemore,

Cause that would leave you at quite the bore.

But since, I’m finally coming up on my limit,

I going to leave with one cricket.

Roses are red,

violets are blue,

I like cheez-its,

How bout you?

Boy Frigid: The Origin

January 12, 1956

Diary of Renbar Bridger

Entry 146

To Whom It May Concern,

The powers grow stronger. Maybe moving to Alaska to pick ice wasn’t the greatest of ideas. It has triggered something inside of me. My mother had always said that her father had it, and that it skipped generations. I commonly have visions of him, and what his life was like with the powers. I can manipulate the cold and my new weakness is hot. When I get the chance, I will move my wife, Becky, and I to colorado to have a baby. I will make sure it is in the winter. That summer, my life will come to an end, but it’ll be worth it. Becky and I plan on having a child in the next twenty years. She doesn’t know my plans, but she does know of my power. She is the only one I can trust. My real worry is someday I will become a grandad. Therefore, there is a chance that my grandson or granddaughter could wield such a power as I do today. One day, I dream that this power will be used more than for picking ice. Maybe the power will never be exposed. To be honest, I was normal until I moved from the hot coast of California. However, if one day this power is wielded again, I advise you to use it wisely and responsibly. Remember, your situation is not always a choice, but your actions are.

Current Time

Grayson threw his bag onto his back as he lifted himself from the uncomfortable chair. Another terrible Algebra class down. He was the first out the door everyday, and that didn’t change today. On his way out the door, he’s shoved lightly from behind. There he was. The next shove came, causing Grayson to fall to the ground. Grayson’s childhood bully was different than others. He was 5’10 and about 210 pounds. The only difference from his bully to others is that his wasn’t stupid.

        Grayson retrieved his dropped things, in an attempt to ignore the assault.

“Get over here Bridger!” the beast of an eighth grader yelled. Now begins the pursuit. Grayson ran through the halls and past the gym. He span around the couples who definitely cheated every rule of P.D.A. and up past the football players.

The bully continued after him and had full intentions of leaving Grayson broken. Grayson scurried up the hall and slid under the swing door into the kitchen. The boy stood as a shadow to the cooks inside. He snuck into the freezer where he figured he would wait until the bell rang. He would be fine with getting a tarty if it meant he didn’t get beat up. The chilly air of the freezer began to hit Grayson the farther he traveled into the freezer. The frozen solitude wasn’t very big and contained a couple of lunch boxes, popsicles, and crappy fake school lunch foods. The boy checked his watch to see a time of 11:32, meaning that the bell would ring in less than a minute. Grayson smirked and rested his neck upon an icy shelf. He’d won again, the pursuit was over. At Least these were his thoughts, until he his eyes locked onto the sight of nightmares. A furious enlarged boy stood in the sights of Grayson. There he stood, 5’10 and 210. His hand grasped the handle on the opposite side side of the door where he stood.

“You lose Bridger.” he said as he slammed the door and trotted off to class. Grayson’s heart dropped and plopped at the bottom of his stomach.

“Oh no.” he pondered. Grayson hoisted body to the door, only gaze upon the horrifying sight of no handle on the inside of the door. The absence of a handle had quickly caused Grayson to panic. He went to the back of the freezer and grabbed one of the lunchboxes. He opened it to reveal a frozen banana, a water bottle, and a sandwich. “Great,” he thought “So many things to get the door open in this thing. He ran towards the door and began pounding and screaming for help. Surely the cooks would be in here at lunchtime, he just had to stick it out. He walked over next to his bag and unzipped the largest pocket. He yanked his coat from its resting place inside the bag among his notebooks. He threw it on and sat down up against the door. Grayson checked his watch. 11:39 was the time on the face. Why hadn’t the cooks began to prepare the food yet? Grayson shuttered under his jacket. His jeans and long sleeve shirt were fitting for the season of winter, but weren't exactly the “right choice” for sitting in a freezer. Colorado had rough winters, but they weren’t as bad as the winters in Alaska, according to Grayson’s mother. She had told him stories that were passed on by her mother, and how his grandpa had never been the same once living in Alaska. Grayson’s mind began to daydream for only a split second until a loud echoing sound came from outside the arctic box. It was the school intercom.

“Attention, all staff and students. Due to harsh blizzard weather, school will be canceled for the day.” screamed the principal's voice. Grayson’s mind spun and searched for answers. He realized that is why the cooks weren’t in the kitchen, and why no kids were coming to get there school lunch. He realized that no one would be coming. For the first time, Grayson realized he could die in his own school freezer. The idea stabbed Grayson, as he plowed his head into his backpack and began to shed tears. He shed those tears, until he didn’t have anymore to shed. The cold of the freezer slowly put Grayson under and would slowly and painfully kill him. The trampling and cheering of children and middle schoolers exciting the school were the last thing Grayson heard before completely blacking out.

Grayson’s eyebrows lifted the black from his sight. He slowly checked his surroundings. He was in a hospital bed, and his entire body stung, and was too hot for his own comfort. He found two people sitting in one a reclining chair next to him. His mourning mother, and his father, attempting to comfort her.

“Mom?” Grayson mumbled. The brightness in his mother’s eyes was like what you would see in a cartoon.

“My baby boy!” she yelled as she wrapped her arms around Grayson. Her tears meet his bed, but he didn’t mind. Grayson’s father smiled from ear to ear, with water beginning to fill his eyes. A nurse came in the room and looked upon us with awe. What happened next was unexplainable for Grayson. His eye sight flickered to a similar scene. Hanging above him was a women who had the same body shape as his mother. When he looked at her face, he noticed the familiar face of his grandma, but in a much younger year. He looked to where the nurse had been standing to see another nurse, with the same expression, but a different person. The nurse had on an outfit that was one that would be worn by a nurse during an older time.  Grayson soon realized that he was in a flashback. He blinked and was back into his “normal self”. The nurse quickly left the room to go talk to someone about what he had witnessed. Grayson knew exactly what the nurse was going to say. The nurse would tell whoever that it was impossible that he lived. Grayson didn’t feel the same way he did before the encounter at his school. He was different, way different.

That night the Bridger’s were told that Grayson must stay in the hospital for a few more days or even weeks depending on how Grayson healed. Grayson laid awake while his parents quickly fell into slumber after their long day of stress. The sting of heat in his body had been bothering him all day and was not going away anytime soon. Ignorantly, Grayson quietly pulled the IV from his arm and arose from his bed. To his surprise, his body wasn’t sore. He scurried over to his sorry excuse for a “closet” and slipped into his favorite shirt and red hoodie. He placed his baseball cap upon his head backwards so his hair would stick out above the snapback. Just how he liked it. He slipped his jeans on secured him with a belt and walked over to the window. He looked back at his parents. He grinned and thought how thankful he was for them and how they knew exactly what he wanted to be wearing when he walked out of this place. He looked back at his reflection in the mirror. His mop of straight brown hair came out of all sides of the hat. His green eyes reflected brightly above his groups of freckles which rested upon his cheeks.

Grayson opened the window quietly and kicked out the screen. He didn’t know what was driving him to do all of this, but he needed cold and fresh air. He shut the window behind him and left a little crack to make sure he could get back in. He had made sure to crank the heat all the way up in his room before leaving, so he could make sure that the draft wouldn’t awake his parents and cause them to be aware of his absence. His toes balanced on the windowsill above the two story building. He was on the third floor of the hospital. Grayson nervously giggled, and decided he should just forget about it and go back inside. When he turned to go back inside the window, his foot slipped, and he began to fall down to building. Fear overtook Grayson as he closed his eyes and put his hands under him to embrace the harsh fall onto the concrete 30 feet below. Instead of plunging to his death, air came underneath Grayson’s arms and he began to levitate above the ground and slowly placed himself on the concrete of the parking lot. Another flashback came, of a man doing the same exact thing, in the same exact way. It had only lasted a second before Grayson regained his thoughts. He didn’t understand how he was not dead right now. The cold of the snow blowing in the wind swept through his body and made him feel very rich inside.

Grayson quickly began to experiment in the cold of the night. He found the ability to create perfect snowballs at the snap of a finger and build snowmen with a blink of an eye. He began building snow monsters and making them come to life and fighting them as if he were some kind of gladiator. He began skating through the streets on just his white nike tennis shoes, and up and down the main streets of the town. No one was around at this time of night in this kind of weather, and it was very peaceful for Grayson. Something had happened to him, and he loved it. While catching snowflakes on his tongue on top of a building, he watched a man walk towards the electronics store and doing what appeared to be picking a lock. He knew he might possibly be able to help this man if he needed it, or stop something from happening. Grayson jumped from atop the building and looked inside the window. He quickly realized this man was robbing the store. Grayson froze the lock on the door which the thief had locked behind him upon entering the store. The lock clicked and Grayson quietly sneaked in. The man did not notice him as he snuck behind the main counter and scurried toward the store’s phone. The boy dialed three digits into the phone: 911. He then laid the phone down and let in ring. He formed several snow balls from outside the store, he then froze the snowballs so they were ice. Grayson was now ready to approach the man. He slid right at him while screaming, unleashing his emotions. This very much startled the man, causing him to launch himself backwards. Grayson hoisted the snowballs at the man's head causing him to be knocked out cold. The boy dragged the man to front counter and froze his hands to the counter. He made sure to leave a note for the police. He realized he had to label himself, so he just came up with something on the spot. The note read-

Police,

Caught him trying to thief on this arctic night

-Boy Frigid

Grayson walked out of the convenient store and left it unlocked as he watched a police car travel his way. He disappeared around the corner and headed back toward the hospital where he knew his parents would devastated if they woke up and didn’t find him there. A random thought had come into his mind on the way back to the hospital that night. Remember, your situation is not always a choice, but your actions are.

“Boy Frigid?” he asked himself, “Heck, why not”?

Star Wars: The Battle of Sullust

Running as fast as I can, the roar behind me became louder. The boisterous sounds of a conflicting aircrafts above filled the area. Tie Fighters, Tie Interceptors, A-wings, and X-wings fought above. I continued to bolt and didn’t stop. My grasp was on a A280 blaster rifle. The planet of Sullust was a very warm one, and lava filled the grounds everywhere. A volcano exploded beside my face, blasting me to my side. I soon heard gunshots firing from behind me. I could tell that the shots were aimed towards me. None of them had hit me, of course because if one of those bucket heads were ever to hit me, I’d leave the Rebellion immediately.

My body grew from the ground, and I instantly dove behind a large molten rock. Storm troopers from afar continued their preposterous aim at me. I slid from the side, and shot two of them. The low-class soldiers fell instantly. I could see a third trooper peaking from behind a rock, also. I yanked the Ion Grenade from my belt and vaulted it over yonder. The grenade (clearly) exploded and eliminated the trooper. I hoisted myself off the rock and resumed my journey to the Rebel base. When about 50 yards out, I spotted something to my right. The sight was horrifying. What appeared in front of me was none other than two giant AT-AT walkers making their way into the battlefield. Behind them, followed hundreds of Imperial soldiers.

I leaped over the 24-inch wide creek in front of me. The creek was stuffed to the top with scorching lava. I couldn’t tell how deep the creek was, and frankly didn’t care, as long as I got over it. I realize that the walker had seen me move because the giant took aim at me. It fired blasting five yards from my feet. This sent me airborne, leaving the ground behind me. I flipped over and landed on my back. My head instantly ached, and I was “seeing doubles” of everything around me. The walker took aim yet again and was waiting for my response. I got up and wobbled into the base that was no longer very far away. I walked inside and laid up against a wall. My head spun, and my stomach turned. When I finally did get ahold of my sight, I saw that the base I had landed in was no longer a rebel base. The base was greeted by a Imperial Shuttle. The shuttle was landed and the hanger was open. A quickly notice a line of storm troopers walking on the skywalks above.

The sight of dead friendly Rebels overtook me. I turned to my side and began violently vomiting all over the place. The sounds of my wrenching were heard by nearby troopers. They quickly hurried over to me. I told myself that this was the end and that I had at least gone out swinging. The trooper wasn’t one you would normally see. His/Her suit was completely black, and a jump pack rested upon his/her shoulders. A group of normal troopers followed behind him/her, as if the soldier had authority.

“Take him in for questioning. He seems to be concussed, and is an easy target. Make him sleep for awhile first. He will be no good to us if he can’t remember any information.” the male soldier said. When he spoke, he spoke with confidence.

“Yes, Commander.” said one of the troopers out of the group of five. The came over to me and hoisted me upon their shoulders;. More vomit came from my mouth and onto the floor. The soldiers ignored it, and began carrying me somewhere, It didn’t take me long to fall asleep during the bumpy, painful, and gut-wrenching ride.

When I awoke I found myself tied against a metal pole. My hands were behind my back, and my rifle was nowhere to be seen. I quickly scanned the room with my blurry vision. I was in some kind of a control room. There weren’t any troopers around, either. My head ached and pounded. It felt as if someone had smashed it with a baseball bat. My hearing cut in and out, but what I could hear, the battle was still raging. Chills of fear ran down my body. They were going to torture me, I just knew it. Ever since the revival of the Empire they’ve been killing people just to figure out Rebel plots to defeat them yet again. All of these thoughts were running through my mind until the door to my left slid open. A man who was wearing imperial officer armor walked towards me.

“Why hello there, Captain.” he said grinning. He saw the disgust and surprise on my face and began to talk again. The cloth in my mouth kept me from spitting in his face.

“You seem surprised. We know you are, Captain Webz. In fact, we’re happy you so kindly joined us here today.” he declared. I managed to spit the rag from my mouth and onto my chin. I didn’t hesitate to speak.

You’ll have to kill me before I give you any information about the Rebellion. You hear me? You guys are pathetic!” I screamed at him.

“Oh, yes, so pathetic that we’ve managed to come to your beautiful and toasty planet of Sullest and turn it into our own personal ruins. Rebel scum,” he responded. I screamed and vaulted my legs toward his. I wrapped my legs around his ankle, and made him crumble to the floor. I kicked him in the nose then wiggled the keys from his belt with my feet. I tossed the keys towards my hands. I grabbed the keys with my fingers and began cutting the rope with them. I got one of my hands free, when the officer leaped toward me. When he did, I threw my right hand around his throat. He collapsed to the ground, where I launched a fist into his right eye. I put my fist back behind my back, and began cutting my other hand. I got it free and leaped onto the Officer.

“I’ll be needing this,” I say as I pull the DH-17 blaster pistol from his belt. The man groaned as I got off of him and wobbled out the door.

Through the doors, I found. myself in the hanger. The Imperial Shuttle that once rested there was now gone. I walked over to a tie fighter and climbed the ladder to get into it. When I reach the top, I found a Imperial Pilot already preparing himself for flight. I fire my blaster into his helmet and yanked him out of the aircraft. I load myself inside of the fighter and fired it up. As I flew the fighter out of the base, I had one instinct. Go home, but instead, I looped back toward the battle and towards the giant walkers in the battlefield.