The pressurized hiss of venting coolant echoed through the frozen expanse of Subterranean Freight Platform Seven.
Forty-four massive iron containers stood stacked three high along the automated magnetic rail lines under the flickering crimson glow of emergency lights.
Nox stepped forward onto the frosted metal floor, his void-diamond katana humming with dark energy as cold vapor coiled around his knees.
"The container locks are reinforced with triple-layered arcane compression seals," Vasa reported, shining her crystalline lantern across the reinforced steel plating.
"They sealed these doors from the outside to prevent anyone from breaking out during orbital transit," Kendra observed, resting her massive battleaxe against the first cargo pod.
"Look at the classification placards stamped into the steel frames," Yeda said, pointing with the tip of her dagger.
