The door to the control center slid open with a hiss, revealing the heart of the enemy warship's operations. The room was vast, filled with control consoles, holo-displays, and the rhythmic hum of machinery. At the far end of the chamber was the central hub, the command protocol terminal that controlled the droid battalions currently swarming across the battlefield.
Tazra grinned as she took in the sight. "This is it," she muttered under her breath, her fingers itching to get to work. "Xela, cover me. This won't take long."
Xela, always ready for a fight, positioned herself at the doorway, her claws extended as she prepared to take on any droids foolish enough to try and stop them. "You've got it, Tazra," she growled, her eyes sharp and focused. "I'll handle the stragglers."
