Luke stops the repulsor cart in front of the officer. “Two prisoners for processing,” Luke says.
“Why is a quartermaster transporting prisoners?” the officer demands.
“Sub-facility task-force,” Luke answers. “I just captured them and received a new assignment.”
“Congratulations.” The officer signals the guards. The heavy blast doors grind open, revealing a depressing off-white corridor. A full transwall dominates the end of the corridor. Behind it stands a single Imperial officer flanked by two guards. Remote-control obersavation cameras line the corridor. Luke eases ahead.
At the corridor end, he stops. The officer on the other side of the transwall says nothing. “Command Center ordered me to bring these prisoners down. They are to be processed.”
A panel opens to their left. “Dismound and enter.”
Luke grabs his blaster rifle, then motions his “prisoners” forward. The panel leads into a short corridor with an open door in its end. “Prisonders through there,” orders the officer. Gideon hesitates, but Luke nudges him with the rifle.
Gideon reluctantly obeys, followed cosely by Sidney. The door closes, separating the party with a grim clunk. “Thank you, Colonel,” the officer says. “You may return to your normal duty.”
Luke looks at one of the cameras. “I captured these prisoners personally. I would like to watch the processing.”
“An unusual request,” the officer replies. “But we have no regulations prohibiting it.” A panel on the right side of the corridor opens and Luke steps into an office crowded with furniture. This room has no observation cameras. Two stormtroopers stand by the door marked “parasite shower.” Another door leads from the back of the rooom. A vidsign above it reads, “Cell-block access: condition Green.”
“Place your weapon in the rack,” the officer says, indicating a collection of blaster rifles hanging from the wall. Luke complies, then detaches his lightsaber and activates it.
“What’s that?” The officer reaches for an alarm button.
Luke steps forward and separates the officer’s arm from his body, then draws the blade across his torso. The stormtroopers whirl at the man’s scream. One stares dumbly at the bloody heap on the floor, but the other fires at Luke. The bold explods in the rack of blaster rifles showers the room with sparks and deafening explosions.
Luks sidesteps the next shot and swings the blade into the stormtrooper’s midsection. He catches the other with the back swing. Both collapse, motionless.
He turns to Artoo. “You have three important thigns to do, Artoo. First, continue the processing program for Sidney and Gideon, but slow it down. Things must look normal down here, or we’re in big trouble. Second, open Erling Tredway’s cell when I call you. Third, find an escape route – I doubt we can leave the way we entered. Is that clear?”
Artoo beeps affirmatively. Luke deactivates his lightsaber, takes a moment to straighten his uniform then goes to the door in the back of the office. The vidsign reads, “Cellblock access: condition Yellow.”
A voice crackles from a speaker in the door: “Cellblock access limited due to prisoner processing. State your reason for requesting entrance.”
Luke hesitates. He can blast his way through the door. Although the fastest way into the block, it might attract unwanted attention. He can ask Artoo to change the cellblock access back to condition Green. This will take valuable time. Finally, he can claim he wants to examine the cells assigned to the prisoners being processed. This option will either work or fail completely, depending upon whether it falls into the normal parameters of security procedure.
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