Naiade oil painting

Naiade oil painting
Nighthawks Hopper
Nude on the Beach
One Moment in Time
Threepio turned his face and delicate photoreceptors away –just in time to avoidthe fragments of metal that flew down the corridor. At the far end a gaping holeappeared in the roof, and reflective forms like big metal beads began dropping to thecorridor floor. Both robots knew that no machine could match the fluidity withwhich those shapes moved and instantly assumed fighting postures. The newarrivals were humans in armor, not mechanicals. One of them looked straight at Threepio—no, not at him, the panicked robotthrough frantically, but past him. The figure shifted its big rifle around in armoredhands –too late. A beam of intense light struck the head, sending pieces of armor,bone, and flesh flying in all directions. Half the invading Imperial troops turned and began returning fire up thecorridor—aiming past the two robots. "Quick—this way!" Threepio ordered, intending to retreat from the Imperials.Artoo turned with him. They had taken only a couple of steps when they saw therebel crewmen in position ahead, firing down the corridor. In seconds thepassageway was filled with smoke and crisscrossing beams of energy.