The Nut Gatherers

The Nut Gatherers
The Painter's Honeymoon
the polish rider
The Sacrifice of Abraham painting
Are all groups in their attack coordinates?" he asked. He knew they were. "Affirmative, Admiral." Ackbar gazed out his view-window meditatively at the starfield, for perhaps thelast reflective moment he would ever have. He spoke finally into the comlink warchannel. "All craft will begin the jump to hyperspace on my mark. May the Forcebe with us." He reached forward to the signal button. In the Falcon, Lando stared at the identical galactic with foreboding. Theywere doing what a guerrilla force must never do: engage the enemy like a traditionalarmy. The Imperial army, fighting the Rebellion's guerrilla war, was alwayslosing—unless it won. The Rebels, by contrast, were always winning—unless theylost. And now, here was the most dangerous situation—the Alliance drawn into theopen, to fight on the Empire's terms: if the Rebels lost this battle, they lost the war. Suddenly the signal light flashed on the control panel: Ackbar's mark. Theattack was commenced.