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?"