Mishy straddled a piece of bulkhead, it had been 3 standard days and in her mind there was no way that the door was budging. She had enough rebreathers as the droids were sent to scavenge as much as they could find. With piles of tanks created another dilemma. Mishy still couldn?t fathom why no fusion cutter or lightsaber could penetrate the door or surrounding walls. There wasn?t even a hidden retinal scan or button to push. This lavish ornate door was unbreakable. Mishy tried to force push, pull and even electrify the door open with no success. On the bright side her droids had found a lightsaber charger in the garbage strewn over D1, so her now three sabers were fully charged. Mishy was utterly tired and dishelved, she tried to look through the door and pretended to see stacked shelves full of old tomes and pictures of lightsaber fights the Jedi master was so accomplished at. She imagined the cube that had brought her on this quest, a black and red crystal that opened before her and swallowed up all her self doubt returning her a fierce and assured person, someone to be respected and loved. Enjoying her fantasy Mishy wasn?t conscious that she had been staring at the door without blinking for an hour she had gazed until all reality left the corridor. Mishy became somewhat aware that she had floated in an opaque world of different colored hues, the young girl could not tell what was up or down and where one color started and the other ended. Mishy could only sense that their was another presence in this world. Furthermore there was a feeling of assururity and infinity surrounding the full spectrum of light. She became relaxed and surprisingly could see herself, a mirror image talking. Suddenly without hearing, the meaning of DUCK entered her mind and she was found her self being hurled behind the door in the Masters room. She saw it ?.the button to open the door locked inside the unbreakable alloy, unfortunately at the same time she was being propelled out of the room by some greater intense power. She began to strain. Mishy concentrated , she was sweating, her doppelganger self force pushed the door latch open as she exited. A fierce growl of some feral canine was echoing in her mind. A Heavy scent bore down in Mishy?s self consciousness. Blood was in her mouth and breaking circuitry near her nose. The little girl opened her eyes and saw the door starting to close infront of her. Panic set in and with the closest droid Mishy hurled it at the joint and jammed the droid in. The ornate door steadily crushed the squealing metal as Mishy jumped up and used the force to insert the whole torn bulkhead in the jam. The massive door moved backwards for a foot but steadily started to close again. The bulkhead became too creased, veritably atomizing it slowly . Fearing her chance was being squandered Mishy dove for the entrance and tumbled in. She reached out with the force for her lightsabers, valliantly they flung through the air and one travelled straight into her palm. The others clattering on the pristine animal skin carpet. A Slight whine could be herd from the bulkhead as the pressure was finally too much. Mishy now saw the mechanism that controlled the door and force pushed the leaver. Everything stopped and only the popping sound of burnt electrical circuits could be heard . Sweating more than she had ever done in her lifetime Mishy collapsed, her rippling body clung to the rug as she sobbed and finally raised a fist in triumph.