Re: Rescue from the Torture Chamber
Climbing to her feet, Lyla rushed over to the fallen interrogation droid and gave it an emphatic kick, an explosive, cathartic release of tension and terror. She put a dent in its shell. It made her feel better, a little. But then she reeled, had to lean against the wall, her head spinning, her brain-tails waving from the drugs still in her system. She was resisting their effects, whatever they were, but what would they do later on? She had no time to worry now. She continued humming that damn song, anything to focus her mind.
'Sweet dreams are made of this.
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the worlds,
And the galaxy.
Everybody's looking for something.'
Recovering, she snatched up a spare power pack for her blaster pistol. It was no good her wearing Stormtrooper armour and helmets, not being bright orange and long, thick lekku dangling from her head.
Then she ran to the door Grendreef had disappeared through, bloody fingers working desperately to get it open. 'We gotta get after Grendreef. He wants to destroy the base himself. If we can stop him, get T3 to the Desolator's navigation system and delete the coordinates, we've still got a chance to save it.'