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With a press of a button, one of the loader droids slams into another, sending its fellow compatriot across the hangar. The top-heavy robot slams into the opened doorframe that leads to the vast emptiness of space. Its arms, a facsimile of an ancient forklift, spear into the wedge left by retracted shutters. A whine emanates from the electronic voice synthesiser, followed by a garbled blurt in the droid’s native Binary. The other three watch the supposed workplace accident with a dumb vacancy; only after it is long done do they react. They swarm around their trapped friend and pretend to try to pry him from entrapment, their minds all infected with the virus, rewriting the code within their circuits that tells them to play the role while doing nothing that could undo the damage.
The three robots shrug and return to the elevator, leaving their comrade trapped. They relay to you that a signal has been sent to call engineers to remove the stuck droid. The door slides shut behind them, and the elevator lowers deeper into the moon. Finally, after some time, the elevator’s smooth descent halts, the doors reopen to another bay, and the remaining droids unload all of the cargo containers from the elevator and then open them up. Long, slender arms unfold from their chest, and they reach out to the depths of the containers. The robotic hands pick up the contents and begin withdrawing them from the containers.
The large antimatter bomb is withdrawn from your container; the large device can only be gripped by the reinforced prong primary arms. The loader then unstacks the stasis pods within the container, allowing you and your fellow Jedi to exit the pods. As soon as the transparasteel coffin lid slides away, you jump free of the prison. With a deep breath, you centre yourself and purge the stress built from the claustrophobic confinement. You notice similar relief in the faces of the other Jedi as they are no longer restrained in those tiny tubes.
