Su Ming kept his thoughts to himself. The Jedi had a technique called Force Mind Reading, so the safest place for that secret was inside his own Tenth Metal head.
Luke generally wouldn't use that technique on someone without their knowledge. But Su Ming knew better than to pin his hopes on another person's morals and trust them to keep their desires in check.
BT was a tracked robot, but the mechanical arms hidden in his torso made climbing stairs easy. He soon brought down the protective suit, balanced it on his round head, and delivered it to Princess Leia.
"Thank you, you adorable little guy." Seeing a navigation robot of BT's model reminded the princess of Luke's R2-D2. The Jedi hadn't brought the robot along this time, though. He'd left him at Rebel Alliance headquarters to help repair starfighters.
She smiled as she took the suit, then bent down to pat the Killa Kan on the head.
"Beep beep!"
The Feng Chu robot let out a happy electronic chirp. In the past, his owner's praise had always been so repetitive: cruel, bloody, excessive slaughter, dismemberment maniac.
He was getting tired of hearing it.
Princess Leia's aristocratic education had clearly given her a more original vocabulary for compliments.
Adorable. No one had ever used that word to describe him before.
The princess was so nice. Next time he had the chance, he'd show her how he peeled a victim's face off, stuck it on his round head, and danced around looking cute.
"I'm going to change. See you in a moment."
Leia had no idea what the dark-minded group was planning. She politely excused herself and headed toward the bathroom with the protective suit in her arms.
Luke rubbed his hands together, feeling a little bored. First he watched Aphra