Lon tripped, flew through the air, and skid to a halt, asphalt tore into palms, elbows, and knees.
Pushing himself painfully to his feet, he raised his eyes to the massive structure dominating the night sky. The Tower. Too late he realized as the Tower began to glow.
Once charged, his world would be gone. Blasted to dust. So many lives lost. Just like that, and there was nothing to do. Too late to save his world. Not too late to make them pay.
Blood streaked his arms, tears his cheeks as he ran to the Tower.
They will pay.
Seeing this picture sent my mind to the Death Star for some reason. I’m not sure why, but I suppose the lights of different colors atop the building made me think of a weapon charging to its full destructive power.
Anyway, hope you like it. Thanks for reading!
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