Massive industrial aqueducts and roaring water turbines echoed through the subterranean chamber of the Central Water-Exchange Pumping Station.
At the center of the flooded floor, Pylon Epsilon pulsed with brilliant sapphire radiance, casting shimmering reflections across the churning water channels.
Captain Dain Korr stood on the elevated observation catwalk above the pylon, encased in eight hundred pounds of motorized power armor.
Six automated sniper drones hovered around his shoulders, their red targeting lasers scanning the catwalk stairs with lethal precision.
"You made a fatal mistake coming here, schoolboy," Captain Korr's amplified voice boomed through the overhead rafters.
"You got lucky against third-rate street mercenaries at the turntable."
"But I am an elite municipal officer backed by military-grade technology and off-world patron enhancements!"
"Look at his power readings on the tactical scanner," Yeda whispered from the lower maintenance gantry.
