The Painter's Honeymoon

The Painter's Honeymoon
the night watch by rembrandt
the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
of moving specks. Through the blizzard, the small dots seemed to be advancing at aslow yet steady pace, churning up clouds of snow as they moved toward the Rebelbase. The officer raised his electrobinoculars and focused on the approaching objects.There must have been dozen of them resolutely advancing through the snow, lookinglike creatures out of some uncharted past. But they were machines, each of themstalking like enormous ungulates on four jointed legs. Walkers! With a shock of recognition, the officer identified the Empire's All TerrainArmored Transports. Each machine was formidably armed with cannons placed onits foreside like the horns of some prehistoric beast. Moving like mechanizedpachyderms, the walkers emitted deadly fire from their turnstile guns and cannons. The officer grabbed his comlink. "Rogue Leader…Incoming! Point ZeroThree," "Echo Station Five-Seven, we're on our way."