The rebel transport moved through the moonlight. At full dragon-power, it could reach up to fifty miles per hour. Being the length of an entire classroom, it could hold a large number of rebel troops. As it was driven by dragons, much like a horse and cart, the interior was mostly made up of white corridoors, used as sleeping and entertainment quaters. The stirdy doors had an automatic locking system so there could be no intruders. But it didn't always work...
Daniel Hero, a young boy of around 7 or 8 years old, activated a switch which would give him a small disk, which he could record a message onto, if he ever needed rescuing. He was accompinied by the Rebel Captain
The Imperial transport drew closer to the Rebel Transport. The knight loaded the catapault with the large rock, which had been chipped away from so much handling. "Fire!" the knight shouted, as he pulled the lever to the catapault. The large rock tumbled through the air, getting smaller and smaller, until it finally hit rebel transport, destroying part of the corridoor.
"We're doomed!" cried many of the passangers.
They watched as they saw the door being destroyed by the army of knights. They were being boarded! The rebels kneeled in an attack position, their rifles ready. Aaron moved away from the door. The door flung of its hinges in a cloud of smoke. The knights ran in, drew their rifles and fired at the rebels. "Oh dear," said Samuel.
© 2009 Peter Webb
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