As idle thoughts occupied Grey, the Jawa mob continued their advance. While Charlie squad took up position further down the scrap hill, weapons at the ready, they seemed genuinely unclear on how to proceed.
"Sir?" asks one of the clone-twins on the coms; the reply comes instantly. "Stand down," commands the Zabrak. "They're unarmed, we're not shooting them. Just stand your ground."
The squad is immediately overrun by Jawa, who march on towards the Express. Some head for the ramp, while others lay ladders on the side of the ship, or begin to climb the easier to reach areas, helping each other up and over.
"Argh!" cries one of the soldiers. "He's got my leg. Get off, get off." One of the marines seemed to be trying to shake one off his boot, violently thrusting it back and forth while the tiny hooded creature latched on for dear life.