You quickly move some boxes around to make the three robot's deaths look like a pure accident. Some instabilities while the cargo ship was docking, if you'd like.
Speaking of docking, you can feel the ship shaking now. There'll be some crew members coming in soon, so you quickly go back to being a box.
After a few minutes, you hear the heavy doors being opened and several workers walking in. At least, you assume they're workers. Hey, why would they need guards handling cargo? Okay, maybe in case there's a threat, but whatever.
You hear boxes being moved around, followed by bodies being kicked.
"Again?" you hear a voice shout in disgust. "We have got to contact the commander about the shipping standards. These crates could be full of sensitive explosives!" There's a slamming sound, but you aren't sure where it came from. "PIR15, take 'em to the recycling facility and find a replacement. ILR98 and FYR57, stay here and help me with these crates."
There's an exchanging of "yes sir" and you hear crates being moved about.
After about half an hour, you feel yourself being moved out of the cargo ship and onto the station.
"Hey, this one doesn't have a tag," you hear someone call.
"Must mean it's for the head commander, don't bother with it," comes the reply, and you feel yourself dropped next to a wall. You aren't sure how far you are from a door, but you may be able to sneak out.