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Yes, I'm still on the remake kick. This time remaking this image

Here is the scene in the book:

After a couple minutes, the door opened with a rush of air almost blowing them off their feet. She managed to struggle through the torrent then pulled Celeste through followed by Manfred. Once inside, she slammed the controls closing the door and allowing the internal pressure to equalize. Hoisting her rifle to her shoulder, she led them through the narrow corridors towards the command center. They encountered several droids, but all remained inactive since the EMP burst. The sterile walls reminded her of the old frigates she served aboard during the war. No flair. No personality. Strictly a functional militaristic aesthetic. About halfway to the bridge they climbed up one level where some colored padding covered the walls. Apparently Tavius spent more time here than near the hangar. Several droids in this section remained frozen in various positions of janitorial work. She held back a chuckle at a golden colored one stopped in the middle of cleaning the ceiling lights. Still no resistance, and no sign of the elf.

Not wanting to lose too much time, she pointed with her right hand commanding the others to check a couple of adjoining rooms while she proceeded forward. She half expected to find someone other than the elf aboard. A companion he brought with him for lonely nights. Hell, even a pleasure droid. So far, nothing. The others rejoined her outside the door to the bridge. With a nod to Celeste, the door opened to reveal Tavius huddled under the central console just as she predicted to Galen. She pointed to Manfred, and with a nod he marched forward to grab the scavenger by the scruff of the neck and pulled him from under the console. Something wasn’t right about all of this. It was too easy despite her bravado with Galen. She expected some form of hostility, not a quiet surrender.

Description

Yes, I'm still on the remake kick. This time remaking this image

Here is the scene in the book:

After a couple minutes, the door opened with a rush of air almost blowing them off their feet. She managed to struggle through the torrent then pulled Celeste through followed by Manfred. Once inside, she slammed the controls closing the door and allowing the internal pressure to equalize. Hoisting her rifle to her shoulder, she led them through the narrow corridors towards the command center. They encountered several droids, but all remained inactive since the EMP burst. The sterile walls reminded her of the old frigates she served aboard during the war. No flair. No personality. Strictly a functional militaristic aesthetic. About halfway to the bridge they climbed up one level where some colored padding covered the walls. Apparently Tavius spent more time here than near the hangar. Several droids in this section remained frozen in various positions of janitorial work. She held back a chuckle at a golden colored one stopped in the middle of cleaning the ceiling lights. Still no resistance, and no sign of the elf.

Not wanting to lose too much time, she pointed with her right hand commanding the others to check a couple of adjoining rooms while she proceeded forward. She half expected to find someone other than the elf aboard. A companion he brought with him for lonely nights. Hell, even a pleasure droid. So far, nothing. The others rejoined her outside the door to the bridge. With a nod to Celeste, the door opened to reveal Tavius huddled under the central console just as she predicted to Galen. She pointed to Manfred, and with a nod he marched forward to grab the scavenger by the scruff of the neck and pulled him from under the console. Something wasn’t right about all of this. It was too easy despite her bravado with Galen. She expected some form of hostility, not a quiet surrender.