(references: Lord Gratham’s droids/Imperial Agent Act 2 spoilers)
He’d expected to find bodies, and bodies he found—one, at least, just a kid, sprawled out on what looked like an operating table. Matt’hew didn’t look closely; the view he caught out of the corner of his eye was more than enough.
He hadn’t expected the droid.
“Please, please, you have to help me,” it begged, mechanical voice flanging out in a sob. Metal fingers scraped against its cranium as it clutched its head and writhed.