Star Wars Polly Pocket

Spin-off - Train de mort

When he was young, the train was a symbol of freedom, a fantastic car that shortened distances and bringing people together.

remembered the first trip he had made man at fifteen in 1915. His father accompanied him with his fiacker to the station in Vienna, between one thousand recommendations, and he was left with her backpack and her violin at a time of Prague, going to follow the lectures of a famous concert pianist.
His contemporaries remembered another train, the military convoy that had taken them 18 years to shoot the Plateau of poor Italians and die like flies. At that time, he had taken the consumptive and had been discarded to the visit of the lever. Look too bad, but his mother had sent from relatives in Croatia, in a tiny village overlooking the sea, and finally was cured.
There had been other trips for him. In '32 he left to Spain, on behalf of his newspaper, to follow the events of the new republic. The transition from journalist to attack militia was easy: in the blink of an eye he found himself on the barricades with a gun in his hand, shot at the Franco, along with comrades of the International Brigades. He had discovered a certain talent for weapons, and some friends had taken the nickname "The Virtuoso."
had always been a Communist, and the ideal would have remained in his heart until the end of his life, the more the memory of any love, but its real application was disaffected. What was the fight within the same faction, among the communists, socialists and anarchists? That he had been able to take advantage of Stalin? Spain was lost, after all the effort and blood shed. As he put one of his companions, Ajax, an Italian anarchist and war veteran: "If we are divided, he won the master." and was exactly what had happened.
A train had brought back to France in the night, along with all other veterans, a train full of sadness. How different was the train departure, full of songs and enthusiasm ... They were mostly young and full of life and returning old and dead inside. Many of his comrades had committed suicide.
and France had been treated like garbage, debris of a rising tide of history, an embarrassment. He was barely able to stay out of institutions for veterans and was returned to Krakow with the help of friends and relatives. His mother and father had fled from Vienna after the Anschluss and waiting for him there. The peace lasted as little as he was perhaps not even started.
When Poland was invaded, he left his parents in Warsaw and had gone to the forest with a group of friends, to join the Polish resistance forces, which he had always considered the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

Elias Rabinovitch, born Ephrahim Reiziger, jew and a communist, he sighed and put out his cigarette rolled in the mud by hand. Nestled in a ditch in the mud, waiting with his comrades the arrival of the train. Ironic as it is now the trains had become an instrument of oppression and death. Wagon trains lead is hundreds of thousands of people in camps and military armored train carrying around the Nazis to massacre civilians.

The train they were waiting for was one of them. And they would stop with three explosive devices and a good dose of luck.
Even with the cover of night, it was hopeless. All his men were volunteers, they had chosen one by one among those who had nothing to lose, just like him.
"is coming" said the little Vojcek, just 16 years, ear glued to the ground in the best tradition of western movies.
Elias smiled and whistled.
Marek and Mordechai, stationed along the tracks a mile away from each other, they placed the charges and unwind the cords running bent double to the safety of the ditch.
"OK, boss." Marek whispered.
silence fell. The men of the small commando waited Elias properties despite the cold and the damp clothes crept in, while the noise of the train that arrived was growing stronger in the distance.
Finally, the train appeared to be behind the curve. Elias waited until the last car that had exceeded the pole used as a reference and gave the signal.

Mordechai and Marek operate the detonator, destroying the tracks before and after the train. The explosion catapulted
pieces of track, sleepers and clods of earth for a radius of several hundred meters. Excellent explosive, thought Elias, a gift of Karol, who worked in the mine and these things if they wanted.
waited until most of the debris falling to the ground and then jumped out of the ditch the rifle. His men followed suit, yelling and firing as possessed. Elias had commanded fire at will. Contrary to the habits, there was no need to save ammunition.
They had to believe the enemy to be much higher than they really were not and the fire and keep the attention focused on them, so that the other side of the train Janos had time to place and blow up the third charged, the more large.
Luck seemed to be their own, for the moment. The engine of the train failed to stop following the explosion and was derailed, dragging a couple of cars. Currently lying sideways on the track, twisted and smoking. None of the German soldiers had not yet begun to fire back.

Elias knew he had to endure only a few minutes, just long enough for Janos placing the charge, returned safe and operate the detonator. Two or three minutes, five at most.
After about a minute and a half (while shooting Elias kept humming a waltz time) began to whistle the first bullets in their direction. The German wagon again standing shooting through the windows. Elias threw himself back into the ditch with an expletive and reloaded his rifle, crawled to move a bit 'more towards the front of the train and give the fellow a little' breathing space to reload. Vojcek as always followed him. Hearing the bullets coming from another direction, the Germans concentrated their fire on as planned.
Vojcek smiling like crazy appearing and disappearing from view behind the edge of the ditch as one of the animals of those carnival games, and shoot a load after another, seemingly invulnerable, as Gavroche, while the bullets whistled all around at random , tearing pieces of land around their position.

At some point - "nearly four minutes, Janos is doing what the hell?" Cursed softly Elias - they felt an explosion, but too small to be the third charge. A few seconds and it felt a second and then a third. "Shlomo is launching our latest grenades!" Warned Vojcek. Elias growled. Rabbi damn fool, would have been difficult to obtain more grenades these days, she thought angrily. He rose again to shoot yet another charger, thinking that if we had put Janos another two minutes, the ammunition would be finished and he would have control of the retreat. Elias hated to leave work in half.

barely had time to fire two shots, then the train jumped in the air. Elias was thrown violently into the ditch and, for once, he blessed the mud that had plagued them for months. Without his presence to soften the blow, would probably have broken some bones on impact. A little farther on, a piece of steaming plate is stuck in the ground with tremendous violence. Elias strongly hoped that all his men were able to take shelter in time ...
few seconds later there was another explosion and the sky was tinged with the train when the boiler exploded in the heat. The smell of burning diesel fuel was almost sickening.
Elias grinned. Hardly anything would come out alive from the damn train.

Imperialism 2 For A Mac

Spin-off - Event

The procession had passed through the city at sunset, like a multicolored snake and very angry. The streets were almost deserted shops everywhere closed with wooden planks, boarded up windows, barricades and riot police, waiting along the route. Delphi
seemed hostile and closed, but only because people were almost all there in the parade, local activists, who planned the route up into the summit, taking into account the possible escape routes. Police in Greece was famous for the treatment of civil rights activists. The slightest provocation would have been enough to unleash attacks with water cannons and tear gas, and if the chaos had shown that a few bullets in the end it was not rubber but silver, the blame would still have been downloaded on the provocative. That is the order not to destroy anything this time had been exhaustive.
The head of the procession was occupied by a huge red and white banner held up by a group of goblins and centaurs daktyloi solemn faces. "NOW ALL kill us" was written in greek and english. A group of
sidhe painted blue hypnotic played a march with bagpipes, drums and violins, side by side with students at the University of Athens shouting "Eleutheria, isonomia, Parrhesia. "
little further back the association of workers hoisted a forest of signs kobolds blacks: on each was the name of a factory that held discriminatory attitudes towards people not human.
the edge of the parade a few guys and girls attacking posters and handing out mimeographed leaflets in different languages \u200b\u200bon the emancipation and integration of human populations.
Still later, the guardian angels of the parade, armed with walkie-talkies and Plexiglas shields, would have supported first the impact of charges for accessing the rest of the parade than to switch to an alternative route.
There was nervousness in the air, perhaps even fear, but dominated anger and determination.
The occasion was auspicious: the resolution, written by Ireland and France, was perfect. If only Greece, Germany and England had not vetoed ...
The hope was, but he was cautious and tempered by the fear that, even to sign the latter three countries, it would be unacceptable compromises.
why they were there, young and old, of any kind, nation and creed have pitched their tents outside the headquarters of the summit and they would leave until the resolution on the human rights of persons had not been signed.

The space in front of the palace of the Greek Government seemed immense magical in the postcards, but barely enough to accommodate all that multicultural and colorful people.
They were all sitting on the floor, and had begun to turn bottles of wine and beer and other kinds of comfort. In one corner of the square had been built up a kind of stage, where they spoke to delegates, elected by the movement in previous months that they were negotiating to be allowed at the summit.
"The negotiations continue to exist, we do not want to enter, because they are afraid. But we are tired of suffering. We do not want tolerance, because tolerance implies a grant of more than one person less. We want equal rights and dignity, "said a green-skinned goblin on. He was short and stunted but had a powerful voice and an unshakable confidence in his ideas.
After he took the microphone a dark boy with horns and a nose ring wearing the shirt of the association Romolo & Remo on the Rights of mutantropi. "Forgive the intrusion, folks. I am not a delegate, but I ask you only to look at all there ... "he said, pointing to a building opposite the government building and grinned, and jumped off the stage.
There were people on the roof of the building designated by the unknown and in a few seconds the facade was covered with a giant banner. The photos of the dead boys last year in the event smiling above the words "WHO ARE THE REAL MONSTERS?", Big enough to be visible from the political meeting.
From the square there was a huge outcry, some rose to their feet waving their fists toward the police and then someone did start a choir, which spread to the whole square: "We want rights, we POLICE DATE! IS THIS YOUR DEMOCRACY? "The negotiation
unlock almost instantly and the delegates of the movement came to head up the government building. The wait was long and exhausting, but no one moved, not even in response to police pressure, even when the agents began to gather at one end of the square, waving truncheons. On the soapbox alternating bands and political speeches. "We will go on all night if necessary!", "We are here do not we go! "," Come on guys, we are one step away from the finish! "reiterated the microphone.
two o'clock at night, the gates of Government House opened.
One of the delegates, a harpy, flew out and perched on the gate.
"Signed," he exclaimed, raising his fist to the sky, and the place exploded with joy, music and shouting.