The growing cloud is followed by the appearance of five of the dark DROIDS hovering into the chambers, spewing the noxious gas from their appendages. There is little time to react as the room is enveloped by the hissing cloud, and a faraway look comes into the eyes of the king and his advisors as they are overcome by a hypnotic trance.
Silence falls over the room.
Beyond the doorway an IMPERIAL TROOP TRANSPORT SHUTTLE descends, wings folding as it lands.