Han studies the blackness below. He sees nothing. Every second, the conveyor belt whizzes several tons of rock past. He hears the rocks bouncing and jostling against each other. He feels the belt’s tremendous power vibrating the ground upon which he stands. He imagines he even smells the earthy scent the rocks release as tehy smash each other into tiny pieces. But he sees nothing.
Han turns away from the struggling Droid. He does not fancy being fed to whatever it is that creates the hot wind.
A few moments later, he and Chewbacca find a wall on the left side of the corridor. They start walking with the hot wind at their backs. Four tension-filled hours later, they emerge from the corridor into the light of Ord Mantell’s blue sun. The tunnel opens into an immense, robotic coal yard.
“Fossil fuels!” Han comments. “No wonder Ord Mantell is so barren.”
Chewbacca utters a disgusted reply and brushes a thick coating of black dust from his fur.
“Yeah,” Han says, “Let’s get back to the Falcon.”