They decided to play it safe and leave Schyrt and Reed following them at a distance as they approached the settlement. This provided them with multiple tactical advantages particularly if the Sith were approached or attacked first, which was by far more likely, given their travel vector.
As they pulled within 100 meters of the oasis, they slowed their vehicle to a halt, knowing their rear guard would follow suit and keep their distance. The sudden outcropping of forestry was extremely thick and would limit their mobility in the speeder, if not get them stuck entirely.
They signaled for Schyrt and Reed to stay back and cover the vehicles as they went into the settlement and they began their hike. Trychon pointed out to a grumbling Raezyr that approaching on foot may actually have diplomatic value in an unknown situation such as this.
They had only managed to cover a handful of paces when a spear type weapon pierced the ground between them.
They both stopped and Raezyr put his hands on his hips. "So much for your diplomatic value, Darth Courteous."
Trychon rubbed his chin, seemingly musing his options. "Son of a kotich... Well... this won't do at all."
He reached his hand out to gesture at the protruding handle of the weapon. With a little concentration, he pulled it free and turned it around before launching it on a reverse trajectory from its landing angle. He had no real target, but figured his point would be understood.
The spear could have only just landed when what must have been a different spear emerged from the same location.
"Unbelievable." Raezyr shook his head as he backed up. The projectile was headed towards their speeder, and though it was unlikely to do more than chip the paint, someone clearly was not understanding their thoughts on weapons being chucked in their direction. He used the Force to slow the spear down just enough as it came down towards him, and he snatched it out of mid-air with his hand as he began a spin.
Snapping his head around to look for a target as he completed his turn, he was rewarded with a view of a native who must have just then stepped out from the trees. Mentally marking the alien as 'Target 1' due to his old piloting habits, he pushed off with his back leg and launched the spear at it.
Raezyr's attack was the definition of precise, approaching at a much higher velocity and lower arc. The being had just enough time to jump up and over the pointed end as it drove itself into the tree base.
A half dozen aliens joined the one in the clearing. If the attack or warning shot or whatever it had been was not enough to tip them off, their appearance made it clear they were facing a group of warriors. They were humanoids with a red hued skin and colored paint following the lines of their faces. They had a very muscular build shown off by their minimalist cloth coverings, and were clearly agile, based on the maneuver of the first alien from the forest.
They began walking towards the Sith, various weapons at the ready, but no longer attacking. Half of them carried some sort of makeshift shields that appeared to be crafted from the shell of the Meisos Crab or a similar creature.
They stopped well out of a normal fighter's reach, perhaps aware that the brothers' reach was not limited to a few shoulder lengths. They maintained defensive postures, but did not make any further moves.
Now that they were closer, it was clear that they were not only muscular, but a head and a half taller than even Raezyr. One alien pointed what appeared to be a stone sword at them to gesture as he began spouting off some sort of request or demand in his own native tongue.
Raezyr shook his head and started babbling nonsense, mocking the aliens with a straight face.
Trychon snickered before uttering the one phrase he hoped the red warriors might know.
"Vathka Rodas?"
The natives clearly took some meaning from the phrase as they began speaking much more rapidly and waving their weapons much more animatedly. Two of them stepped forward and switched to an offensive posture. One waived his hand to indicate they should attack.
Trychon looked at Raezyr and shrugged.
He held out one hand and pointed his fingers like a blaster at one of the aggressors. He jerked his hand back as though firing off a shot as he made his own sound effects, switching aim at the second warrior and 'firing' again. "Psoo... Psoo..."
From over the hill at their backs, two shots rang out right as Trychon mocked the action at the second target.
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