VSD Stalwart Poetry

SUBMITTED BY: EN Rogue314 / Zayin 3-2 / VSD Stalwart
HOLONET REGISTRATION: <Saber15786@aol.com> 
SUBMITTED ON: 1999.11.05

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The Stalwart, The fighting bane,
The Rebels fear it's very name.
1 a Mon Cal, 2 a Mon Cal, 3 a Mon Cal, 4
All ships 'gainst the Stalwart shall be never more.

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You wanna fight?
"You wanna Fight?" she seems to say,
as she goes about her merry way.
Big as day, dark as night,
always ready to stand and fight
Feriocious in battle, Imposing in peace, and unstoppable in all,
I'm here to warn you friends,
The Stalwart shall not fall!!!

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Triumph! That is our goal!
We'll drive those rebels from their little holes!
We'll send them scampering away,
Once we have won the day!
And not a soul is left to tell the tale.

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The Stalwart Dream

Turbo Laser fire, washing over the looming hulks of rebel ships like a deluge of acid rain. Their shields sparkle and glisten as if anticipating the moment when they will fail leaving their ship vulnerable to weaponry of mass destruction. The cold efficiency of storm troopers, their armor gleaming white, clean, death. Their blaster rifles set to kill, Their shots accurate and deadly. Waves of Ties, as numerous as sand on the shores of a thousand beaches, on a thousand worlds, ravaging enemy fighters with deadly precision and skill. Behind it all, dictating the scene of glorious destruction, the Stalwart raises hell.

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Stalwart Alma Mater

I once was a lowly flight cadet
Those flashing turrets, those blazing guns
Now I fight without regret
Before these, every rebel runs

My fearless heart does beat ever stronger
It's mammoth size, It's terrible strength
My hatred fuels my battle hunger
Will crush the rebels with it's length

The Stalwart presses ever forward
And on this ship I make my stand
To point my weapons ever toward
Rebellion against the Emperor's hand

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