This was a medium sized vignette I made in about half an hour today.
The story is that the imperials have invaded a secret rebel base and now only one
Alliance soldier remains, hidden in the piles of junk. But the Imperial Special Forces are closing in. I made a little poem to go with it. Note- the poem doesn't rhyme.
The guns have fallen silient, for the fortress has been breached.
They took us by storm, and now I am the only one left,
For death itself is here, and enemies close in all around.
I can go niether forward nor back, but I must wait here,
Until death can free me from this fortress.