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The vents were long, but Mulako would find safety in a grate that led down to a quiet room. Where was this place? That wasn’t clear, but wherever it may be, it looked to be some sort of brig to hold prisoners. The cells had no bars but instead held shield generators to keep the prisoners separated from the crew. However, because all power on the ship was deactivated, so had the barriers. All the cells were empty, all but one. Inside Mulako would find a quartet of suits that almost looked like the armor worn by Stormtroopers. Now a dull shade from the dust and dirt, the garb of men who served at the tail end of the Clone Wars lie here, with nothing of their formers owners except for their bones. Beside them, there were two items of note. The first was a metal cylindrical object, a lightsaber. Sitting under this weapon was an old datapad, still in working order. The only information on this object were text entries and a good number of them, showing that one of the prisoners here had kept a log of the ship’s activity at some point.
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The droideka continued its shots on Nagorral, but it found that it just couldn’t penetrate the Wookiee's impromptu shield. With no way to rotate its guns to aim at the furry feet of its prey, the machine gave chase. Rolling into a ball, but more importantly, deactivating the shields that protected it, the droideka rolled down the room.
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The droideka continued its shots on Nagorral, but it found that it just couldn’t penetrate the Wookiee's impromptu shield. With no way to rotate its guns to aim at the furry feet of its prey, the machine gave chase. Rolling into a ball, but more importantly, deactivating the shields that protected it, the droideka rolled down the room.