Bastila stood staring blankly at the screen in front of her. "I can't believe we've found a terminal that T3 can't hack."
Aiden shrugged. "Well, Davik is more likely to have non-traditional methods of coding, seeing as he's not exactly the most reputable fellow in the world."
"Well, we need to get into that hangar, and fast." Bastila looked around, the walls were still shaking. Something very, very bad was about to happen, the Force was positively tingling with what she had come to refer to as the oh-sith-we're-in-trouble vibe.
"What does the terminal say?"
"It doesn't say much... there's just this picture, with lots and lots of people doing very strange things. I can hardly make out what it could mean."
Aiden raised an eyebrow skeptically. That wasn't standard. "It doesn't say anything at all?"
Bastila rechecked the terminal. "Actually, it does say something, but I still don't find it helpful."
"Well, what does it say?"
She looked at the screen, and turned to him with an expression of pure confusion. "Where's Waldo?"