Stormtroopers. Men and women in dark uniforms. Dark, angular hallways, built on a scale that captivated and horrified him all at once. He dreams of the interrogators, the droids, the humans. The restraints of the interrogation table squeeze his wrists and ankles. The neuroshock spokes brush his temples, spark, crackle to life.
What did you do with the map? The question thunders in the halls, asked by a faceless human in uniform.
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Stormtroopers. Men and women in dark uniforms. Dark, angular hallways, built on a scale that captivated and horrified him all at once. He dreams of the interrogators, the droids, the humans. The restraints of the interrogation table squeeze his wrists and ankles. The neuroshock spokes brush his temples, spark, crackle to life.
What did you do with the map? The question thunders in the halls, asked by a faceless human in uniform.
In his dream, he screams without making a sound.