“I beg your pardon?” Somehow Pax Maripher even sounded like a protocol droid. “You’re summoning us back toward the firefight? The one that apparently is too fierce to be handled by two Jedi Knights?” “We’re not leaving anyone, Pax,” Rahara Wick insisted. “Where do you need us?” “South of our drop point. As close as you can get without putting yourselves in jeopardy. Obi-Wan will rendezvous with you shortly.” Qui-Gon dropped his comm unit back in his robes, though it didn’t shut off before he overheard Pax: “I wasn’t saying we would leave them, only that we shouldn’t be expected to—”
