LEIA stands up and turns to face everyone. The room falls silent as they listen intently to what she has to say.
LEIA: Thank you all for assembling on such short notice. As some of you may have already heard, the Imperials have been preparing to unleash a plague upon the galaxy that would spell certain doom for us all. Their secret operations on Kessel have only just been discovered by us, and it is imperative that we mount a defensive strike immediately, before their modest fleet is ready. Right now, they’re sitting ducks.
A murmur runs though the room. LEIA indicates the DROIDS.
LEIA: (cont.) ...Artoo and Threepio here managed to infiltrate the very heart of the Imperial facilities on Kessel, and they are prepared to give a presentation of what they witnessed there. (to THREEPIO) Threepio?
THREEPIO steps forward.
THREEPIO: Mistress Leia, "infiltrate" isn’t quite the word that best describes our experience. Artoo and I stumbled upon that dreadful factory quite by accident. Had I known beforehand that we were going to take such a terrible turn for the worse, I would have never...
LEIA: Threepio.
THREEPIO: Em, yes, Mistress Leia?
LEIA: The presentation? If you don’t mind?
ARTOO beeps a blue streak at the PROTOCOL DROID and activates a large HOLOGRAPHIC MODEL depicting the interior of the IMPERIAL FACTORY and the sinister GAS DROIDS.
THREEPIO: Oh, yes. The presentation...