The AT-ST kept spitting lasers at us, and we kept sinking lower and lower into the snow.
Each blast took another bite out of the lip of the trench.
The big AT-ATs mostly advanced up the middle, so out on the edge of the battlefield we'd been pinned down by a little scout walker. I guess it wanted to keep us from flanking its big cousins.
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Trained on 66 photos, 768x512, 6600 steps, 1 epoch, NO CAPTIONS.
Rename to ¨st4rw4r54t5t.safetensors¨ to match prompts.
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Created
4/2/2024
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