There's a loud creak below them, and Hera instinctively rolls back from the edge of the mat, closer to Kanan. A moment later, however, as footsteps ring through the room below, Hera creeps closer to the edge, careful to make no sound as she moves, and leans over just enough to peer down below them.

The bright lights, she can tell, are along the edges of the room's ceiling, shining down into the chamber but leaving her and Kanan in the dark. The first who have entered are Jawas, but then three Tusken Raiders emerge from the doorway, carrying tall staffs that Hera has to imagine were difficult to bring through the narrow passages of the crawler - unless the Jawas had provided them some easier means of access. Two of them wear spiked, thick-wrapped masks, but the third wore a hood and a long mask that fell in slender metal plates down from where her face must be beneath to the middle of her chest. It clinked gently as she moved, and the other two stood just behind her, like guards.