The four quickly formulated a plan and set out to through the alleyways as swiftly as they could trying to get back to their domicile the previous night. They couldn't even expect the servants there to be helpful at this point, as their own guide had turned on them and the general populace as a whole seemed to know instinctively not to trust them. They weren't being attacked outright by everyone they passed... yet... but they had been getting some very suspicious looks and a few pointed fingers.
Still, they had no better option of where to turn for an attempt at gathering a few supplies, and maybe even grabbing their reptilian mounts for swifter travel back to Vathka Rodas' village.
After weaving between various buildings as stealthily as they could for nearly an hour, they arrived at the ornate building where they'd slept the last night. They would have gotten there slightly quicker, but for Raezyr slowing them down slightly, and Trychon taking them down a few wrong paths.
"Hey, they all really DO look alike, don't they?" He kept repeating to the rest of the group.
Regardless, they had arrived, and Trychon assured them he was positive this time. They watched for activity for as long as they felt comfortable they could before moving from the shadows to the inside of the building. Once inside, they found that they were alone, at least for the moment. They wasted no time looking throughout the rooms for anything and everything they thought would help them survive their current situation.
Unfortunately, it didn't amount to very much at all.
They were able to scrape together a few water sockets, as well as a couple of short blades for Reed and Schyrt, but that was all.
"It's ok, Masters." Schyrt noted.
"Yeah... we'll get our holdouts as soon as we're outside of the city and we'll be good to go." Reed added. "Wish we had our explosives, but we'll manage."
Raezyr shook his head. "If we're lucky, there may be one holdout left out there. Someone fired a blaster in the meeting, and that's what started this mess. If I had to guess, it was one of yours."
Schyrt frowned a little as he shrugged. "We'll manage."
The Sith was about to give the boys a bit of a tongue lashing for being unrealistically positive in a nearly impossible situation, when two of the serving girls came storming into the room The first stopped at the entryway and blocked it with her arms crossed.
The second charged past and right up to Trychon, grabbing onto his arm and unleashing on him in her native language. He shook his arm free and began to walk around her when she gave him a shove to grab his attention.
He stopped to look at her in shock, at which point she began yelling at him again. He shook his head and held out his finger towards her lips, motioning for her to be quiet. She did, but she continued to stare daggers at him.
He held his hand in position inches away from her mouth before gesturing up slightly and lifting her through the Force, which caused her to begin frantically grasping at air. "Let's not pretend to understand each other now, of all times."
With that, he launched her through the doorway, bowling over the other female.
"Time to move on, guys." He called back as he jogged through the door.
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Thankfully, it was a straight shot to the fenced in corral where their saurens were kept. Trychon kept up his jog for the entire half kilometer, followed closely by Schyrt and Reed and trailed by Raezyr. They seemed to go unnoticed until their arrival.
The main gate had one guard standing alert blocking their entrance. The fence was too tall for all four of them to launch over quietly, and even then they would need to take the creatures out through the gate. The older Sith gave up on his attempt at stealth, and walked up to the alien directly, igniting one end of his dual-sided blade with a snap-hiss.
The guard pulled out his sword and pointed it at Trychon as the gap closed between them, yelling frantically. The Sith assumed he was calling for help, but considered it an unavoidable eventuality. Trychon simply finished closing the gap and brought his black blade downward towards the alien's skull.
The alien blocked the attack and parried to the side before pressing his own attack. The Sith simply let the attack come, pushing each attack to the side while maneuvering to his advantage.
When he felt he had the warrior sufficiently trapped against the fence, he attacked once more with a downward swing. It was easily blocked, but Trychon grabbed the alien's wrist with his right hand and locked him into the block as he pulled himself within inches of touching faces. The alien's breath stank heavily of some pungent meat, but the smell was quickly overtaken by the melting of the resistant blade.
The warrior's eyes got wide at the last second and he began to shout for help one last time before he was silenced.
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