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.
The Jawa don't seem to give much regard to Tag's command, by now, they had climbed the loading ramp and entered the ship proper, scurrying in every direction. They stop momentarily on hearing the high-pitch noise emanated by the comm system with every sharp syllable, but are not hindered by the temporary discomfort.
Dorat gets on his command says "Don't worry Tag, they are probably just going to make the ship better Jawas do that. They fix stuff. It's nothing to worry about." After switching off his comm he thinks for a moment and turns to Renk saying "Unless they are going to take it apart. Jawas do that sometimes too. Man, can you imagine how much fun it would be to put The Express back together!" It's probably a good thing that Tag wasn't able to hear that.