((I'm sorry I didn't post this weekend. My Mom had to go in for an MRI-thing; they think she might have a tumor (it's harmless; but I was still freaked out..) But, I'll never have it said that I didn't at least try to live up to my word,))
Shrapnel exploded into the air from a rocket-explosion. Kita grabbed Garrison by the scruff of his neck, "Get down, Jetii-jag," she hissed. The four Younglings were cowering in the corner, eyes wide and fearful. Micah and Mikal clutched their tiny lightsabers; James and Neesha were too small to have built their first sabers, however, they held palm-blasters. Kita had trained the Younglings to use other weapons besides their sabers from day one. They'd done her proud. She would rued the day when they'd be taken from her.
"We protect these kids with our lives; am I clear, Jedi? Their our only chance to get to Ursula and the holocrons."
A fast moving blur, a thin wisp of smoke trailing behind it, dove past them and under one of the metal boxes. Kita had caught sight of a custom-made rocket-launcher strapped to it's back. [/i] Tog.[/i] She chuckled, the Jawa could make her laugh even in the most stressful of times.
"Hey," she whispered softly, and lifted the metal box gently; in hopes of not scaring the Jawa into shooting, "Tog? I've got a job for you. It'll take you away from the fight, too," she helped the tiny creature to his feet, "See those kids?" she jerked her thumb back at Garrison and the Younglings, "I need them to be safe. Can you do that?"
The Jawa looked around the battlefield; at the Sith and Jedi duels, at the two sides of Mandalorians engaged in hand-to-hand or blaster-to-blaster combat, the screaming of troopers as they were caught in the crosshairs of the battle, and the ear-deafing roars of the Wookiee warriors. He looked up at the tall, ice-blue human. She was nicer than that Jedi.
<Tog can. Tog promise.>
Watching them go-- it was a strange sight, Kita brought down her wrists to expose her wrist vibroblades, "Come out and play, Jerriko. I'm ready."
They say that dreamers are an extinct breed. I say they're wrong.