C-3PO
waddled quirkily after R2-D2 through meandering palace corridors, toward the
growing sounds of blaster fire.
"Artoo, slow down! Where are you going?"
R2 razzed at him, then stopped and opened a door with an appendage from inside
his cylindrical core. C-3PO followed the little droid into a small computer
room before the door slid fast shut.
R2 extended another gadget arm and logged into the computer terminal. 3PO
enjoyed watching the little droid absorb information, despide his qualms with
its behavior.
"What you hope to accomplish by this, I--"
R2 interrupted with a strand of chatter.
"Traps? What traps?"
