[h3]Chase Jackson[/h3]

Chase shook his head. "No. Sorry. But Master Kissimi did give me this," He took a small radio transmitter from his pocket, "but she said to only use it in an emergency. Does this count?" The doubt in the boy's voice was clear; he wasn't sure what to think right now, and it showed.

[h3]Kissimi[/h3]

Kissimi moved as quickly as she could, trying to avoid getting shouted at by the droids. She raised her empty hands to her sides, palms facing the droids. She warily moved towards them before sending them flying against a wall and crushing their heads. She turned and ran, weaving through the streets until she reached the more populated main streets. It wasn't too busy, since it was nearly evening already, but it would have to do. She pulled her hood over her head, stuffing her hands in her pockets. She had to get back to the ship, but she was almost an hour's walk out, much farther than she'd intended to go.