KANE regards a group of HUTTLETS being held in a ray-shield cubicle near the far end of the large room. Several GUARDS are posted around the cubicle, and KANE addresses their CAPTAIN.
KANE: (cont.) ...Captain Prue! Have your men single out one of the smaller ones!
One wall of the electronic box is dropped. THREE GUARDS armed with electro poles prod a small frightened HUTTLET out into the open. Another GUARD mans a small sonic cannon of Geonosian design and aims it at the HUTTLET. WEESLA becomes apprehensive.
WEESLA: Wh-what’s going on?
KANE: You will give the order, Weesla.