My Sweet Rose painting

My Sweet Rose painting
Naiade oil painting
Nighthawks Hopper
Nude on the Beach
Good shooting, Wedge." That was Biggs again. "Blue Four, I'm going in.Cover me, Porkins." "I'm right with you, Blue Three," came the other pilot's assurance. Biggs leveled them off, let go with full weaponry. No one ever decided exactlywhat it was he hit, but the small tower that blew up under his energy bolts wasobviously more important than it looked. A series of sequential explosions hopscotched across a large section of the battlestation's surface, leaping from one terminal to the next. Biggs had already shot pastthe area of disturbance, but his companion, following slightly behind, received a fulldose of whatever energy was running wild down there. "I've got a problem," Porkins announced. "My converter's running wild."That was an understatement. Every instrument on his control panels had abruptlygone berserk. "Eject—eject, Blue Four," advised Biggs. "Blue Four, do you read?" "I'm okay," Porkins replied. "I can hold her. Give me a little room to run,Biggs."