ARTOO whistles and beeps. THREEPIO turns around and sees a barge-like FLOATING PLATFORM piled high with deactivated droids bearing down on them!
THREEPIO: Oh no!
There is no room to slip past the large CONVEYOR PLATFORM. Its automated CLAW ARMS reach for THREEPIO and ARTOO, and they barely manage to stay one step ahead of the snapping PINCERS as they are herded along towards a large DOOR. As the DOOR slowly opens, the DROIDS see that the floor abruptly drops away just beyond the gaping threshold!
THREEPIO: This isn’t happening! I just wanted to go back to the ship where it’s safe! Artoo, do something!