The CONVEYOR PLATFORM advances toward the edge. At the last moment, ARTOO manages to push THREEPIO to the side, and the two barely make it out onto a narrow suspended gantry. The BARGE dumps its load onto a huge pile of droid parts in the pit area below. ARTOO and THREEPIO behold the spectacle.
THREEPIO: This is where droids go to die!
Laid out before them is a bustling machinist factory. A giant CLAW ARM drops from the ceiling and grabs the HUTT LABOR DROIDS from the pile, placing them on slow-moving conveyor belts. As the DROIDS move down the line they are dismantled. Large stamping machines form their coverings into new shapes. Their inner processors, gears, and circuitry are re-configured inside the new shells to create the sinister black IMPERIAL GAS DROIDS!
At the far end of the assembly line, the hose and nozzle-equipped DROIDS are injected with the separate liquid ingredients that, when combined, will create the toxic aura spice gas. The finished DROIDS are placed into rows of organized racks. A large lift platform transports the dormant legions up to the outside surface.
THREEPIO: There are so many of them! Where are they going?
ARTOO gives a long whistle.
THREEPIO: ‘Loaded into the star destroyers’? Oh my, this is terrible!