WEESLA, armed with a blaster, slinks into the upper-level compound where the unguarded HUTTLETS are. As he makes his way toward the ray-shield holding pen at the other end of the long room, he glances out the huge observation window and notices FOUR CARGO CARRIERS coming to a stop down on the salt flat below. A number of SLAVES suddenly appear and climb aboard, concealing themselves under tarps, and then the CARRIERS head off for the nearest STAR DESTROYER. Wasting no time, WEESLA approaches the electronic cage holding the HUTTLETS, and deactivates the ray-shields. The HUTTLETS back away from him in fright.
WEESLA: (in Huttese, subtitled) No, no, little ones! I mean you no harm! I have made a terrible mistake, and I’m here to help you escape! To the lift, quickly!
The HUTTLETS swarm forward, and WEESLA herds them into a freight turbolift next to the holding pen area. There is no room left inside for WEESLA.
WEESLA: (in Huttese, subtitled) The other prisoners are making for the nearest Star Destroyer. We must get down there and join them, little ones! I will be right behi...