Undeterred, the Jawa scramble to gather and carry away anything that isn't bolted down. They operate alone, and in groups, collecting whatever they could, carrying it away and off the ship and back towards the camp. At the foot of the scrap hill, the Mac-tok oversees the proceedings. Perhaps the most bizarre of the sights was that of FL0 being unwillingly dragged on by six Jawa, screaming insults and pleas for help as he flailed along the ground.
The Mactok seems confused as Naru rushes off. "Leave?" He asks aloud.
Darion fires a couple of shots into the air, and the Jawa immediately get the message, dropping whatever they're holding, and scurrying in every direction, out, off of, and away from the Express. They leave behind abandoned piles of random belongings.