Player Cola

I want to learn the ways of the Force and be a Jedi, like my father before me.

The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land.

Several transmissions were beamed to this ship by Rebel spies.

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Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government.

But with the blast shield down, I can’t even see!