Getting some clothes delivered to the ship was not difficult. Thrift shops were in abundance in a large city and anyone dropping a thousand credits on second hand clothes sized for children could easily get them delivered if they didn't care about what the clothes looked liked.
Getting the younglings safely to the ship, however, was trickier. The shipyard the pilot was at was too far to go by foot quickly and news of the assassination attempt was spreading. My only hope was that nobody was going to finger a group of children as being assassins.
My heart stopped when I heard a lightsaber activate and the voice of a clone trooper behind me. Turning, I saw he had activated the bayonet of his rifle and was questioning a robed man. Hood falling back, I could see it was some drunkard that could barely hold himself upright. Carefully, I lead the younglings around a corner and took the long way to the bus terminal that would take us to the shipyard.
The following minutes were tense, but the younglings were doing an excellent job keeping their presence hidden.
Getting onto the bus, I let out a sigh of relief. Why was I saving these younglings? I could have been safely off planet by now if I left them behind. Turning to look at them, seeing the fear and hope they had on their faces, I knew this was the moral choice. If nothing else, after getting them out of the Jedi clothes, they would help make an excellent disguise.