Imperial drone soldiers are leaping to action all over the ship, pounding down the corridors toward the armory with weapons at the ready. A phalanx of them charges past a darkened doorway, their boots hitting the deckplates out of sync with the beat pouring out of the intercoms.

The moment after they've passed, the stealth team slips out and sneaks down the hallway in the other direction.

The plans won't be anywhere in the main tactics computer; too easy to access through any terminal on the ship. They're going to need to find the top security war room, and the code-locked case inside it. The captain is pretty sure she knows where it is, but now's when they find out if their intelligence was right.

The music shifts, and she grins at its first notes.