COMMANDER KANE and WEESLA walk alone together through a dank stone corridor.
KANE: I trust your loyalties have not been re-adjudged following the lesson we gave Barrola and our other guests, Weesla?
WEESLA: (awkwardly) No, no - not at all. What’s the death of a Huttlet to gain Barrola’s throne?
KANE: I’m glad to hear it. His throne will be yours all in good time, my slippery friend. You were the incumbent when we arrived here, and I thank you for your help thus far in keeping our true operations masked from your smuggler friends. But we need to hide no more : the time has come for us to strike!
They arrive at the large door where WEESLA heard the screams earlier.
KANE: (cont.) ...Today you used brute force to show them that you are a leader to be feared and respected, but very soon we will no longer need to resort to such barbaric methods. Come, let me show you the future.
WEESLA nods rather sheepishly as KANE fixes him with a malevolent leer and opens the door.