"Hey, Kitty... Are you sure this is the room?" Sunny asked, his voice echoing slightly in the corridor. He stood motionless, staring at the translucent glass door before him. It looked fragile, almost decorative, entirely out of place in a warship built to shatter planets.
[Yes, My King. What you seek is inside this room.]
Kitty's voice responded, vibrating through the wall panels rather than a speaker, creating a surround-sound effect that felt almost biological.
Sunny nodded his head, his expression hardening. "Open it."
[Yes, My King.]
CLICK!
BAM!
Sunny listened to the heavy, industrial sound of multiple high-density locks disengaging one at a time. A deep frown etched itself onto his face; he could clearly see the door was made of glass, yet the auditory feedback sounded like heavy tumblers shifting inside a bank vault.
