Kaled Tracked Cart

A low-slung electric trolley on rust-streaked tracks, its narrow metal bed lined with dented armored panels. The cart’s single bulbous front light casts jagged shadows as it carries the Doctor and Harry through the prison’s subterranean corridors, their spines pressed against cold riveted steel. Kaled soldiers bark orders about cleaning weapons—implying shared transport is temporary—but the cart lurches forward smoothly, its tracked wheels emitting little noise beyond a quiet electric whine despite the rust pocks along its frame.