A suspicious silence greeted Ozla when she exited the plates. She kept a firm grip on her blaster. Then she heard it. She could have suspected she wasn't alone.
"The booby trap obstacles have been disturbed," a Dialorian with a nasally voice reported.
"Should I fire you?" Came the passive aggressive retort from a female.
"No, please!" Nasally begged. "I have nowhere else to go. My allegiance is to the Dialorians."
"At least make sure she doesn't get the kids," the female said, narrowing her eyes at Nasally. "Or the map. Qor spare us if they find the weak points."
"Where do I put it?" Nasally questioned.
"I don't care," the woman said with a sigh.
Then she made the decision, "Put the data chip in the viewing screen."
Ozla crouched down low and approached them. Two sets of eyes fixated on her. Nasally touched a place in the wall, and it came alive. He tapped an on-screen passcode lock. He produced a data chip from his jumpsuit pocket. It vanished into the screen.
"What have we here?" The woman said around a maniacal grin.
Ozla responded with two shots to their rib cages. For a moment at least, she would have peace long enough to break into the suite.
She smiled to herself when she typed the passcode into the pad.
N377A.
It flashed green and provided a notification that she had been granted access.
The Dialorians were dumb enough to use the same passcode for everything.
She rushed into the suite.
Straitjackets restrained the children, who were strapped to a tilted hover cot.
Ozla had begun the work of releasing the straps when a startling "Aha!" reached her ears.
She got a peripheral look at a dog-faced wrinkled creature.
"Leave them, or we'll experiment on you too," the dog threatened.
"You bet you will," Ozla threatened in return.
She made a snappy rise to her feet and fired into his gut. As he lay on his back, gasping, he managed, "They'll come for you."
"They'll come for you."
It echoed in Ozla's mind as she became vaguely aware of blaster-bearing presences. Freedom for the children would come at a cost.