Sabri, Secura, and Shaak Ti took a rest after fleeing a long way. "How many droids were engaging us?" Secura said breathlessly.
"More than eighty," Sabri wheezed. "I turned when I saw just how many more were behind them."
"Were they expecting an army?" Shaak Ti wondered.
"I guess," Sabri replied. She was exhausted from fighting and then having to stumble through the marshy island. "Should we call for transport?"
"We're going to head for the droid base," Shaak Ti said suddenly. "Master Rubble has apparently gotten himself into deep trouble."
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Rik Illoth stayed on board of the barge, running things as smoothly as possible. Why had Fisto placed a thirteen year old in charge of the ship? It was insane. Bant Eerin walked up from behind, surprising the Nautolan.
"Master Fisto said that his troops are encountering more droids than they had anticipated. "The wisest thing to do would be to shut down the battle droids at the control center." The Mon Cal stated.
"Will Master Fisto be surfacing later today?" Rik asked.
"He's on board," Eerin answered. "We've set a course for the island."
Rik's portable disk holoprojector beeped. "Yes, Sabri?"
"We need to be picked up from Island 4," Sabri replied. "We were attacked."
"Okay," Rik responded. "Master Eerin, set the course for Island 4. We have to pick up our Jedi comrades."
"Where's Rubble?" Rik asked over the Jedi's dinner.
"He's at the Droid Command Center, but I'm worried," Sabri replied. "I told him to shut down the droids. But he's not back at the command point."
"Well, it's fortunate that we'll be heading there in the morning," Fisto replied. "I hope young Master Rubble is alive."