Our pace now quickened. I thought back to those plans I had seen all that time ago. The Emperor’s habitat and the palace on it had been constructed many generations ago. But even then, there was resistance to the autocracy.
One of the contractors had built a flaw into the palace’s emergency shield. A power line for the habitat runs very close. If they are connected, it triggers a massive explosion in just minutes, which ultimately reverberates throughout the entire habitat, destroying everything. A secret that the resistance had managed to keep.
The Emperor would finally be no more, and peace and freedom would finally prevail. Or, at least that was what I hoped would happen.
The hallway led to one room after another. All full of ornate wooden furniture. The tables were golden.
We were close now. I could feel it.
Tabitha grabbed my hand. “We’re being followed.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Damn”
The next thing we heard was shouts of “Stop!”. Then the firing started.
I opened the next door. It was what we were looking for. It was bare except for a mechanical device in its centre that took up most of the room, and a large cylindrical tube on the left side. They were what I needed to connect.
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