They met up with Gavrik outside of the Elder's chambers and informed him they were going to be underway as soon as he was ready. He remarked that he was, and he yelled in his native tongue to two nearby warriors who seemed to be wandering around while waiting for Gavrik's call. Apparently it was assumed that the Sith would accept the deal from Vathka Rodas, and were prepared. The two warriors gave punctuated bows to the Sith and then waited for Gavrik to lead the way.
They made their way back through the forest to their speeders, and were met there by some smaller natives who were watching over five very large and aggressive looking reptiles. They stood close to five meters tall when fully stretched out, and were probably as long as nine meters from nose to tail. They had short front limbs, though they were equipped with razor sharp claws to match the giant talons on their hindquarters. The Sith couldn't help but wonder if it was as hard as the Meisos crab's outer shell, or the spidac as they now knew it was called.
Their interpreter saw them staring at the reptiles which whipped their tales back and forth and tapped Raezyr on the shoulder. "Sauren."
"Right." He replied. "Why?"
"Long trip."
Trychon laughed. "They look really friendly, Gavrik... but we brought our own transportation, and there's not enough anyway."
"No. You cannot bring offworld metals and technology to the meeting. Defeat the whole purpose. You would not be accepted. Five travel, five sauren. Excellent."
"No... we have our men to bring too."
The ensuing discussion was drawn out by some small language barrier issues. Trychon and Raezyr raised their voices several times to get their point across, but to very little avail. Gavrik was not intimidated by them in the slightest, possibly assuming that they needed him too badly.
After nearly an hour, they managed to convince the stubborn alien to allow Schyrt and Reed to come along, provided that all technology was left behind, and they were marked as lower caste servants. 'Forgettables', Gavrik called their status.
Per Gavrik's orders, one of the Warriors went to retrieve two crimson tunics to denote the lower caste. Trychon and Raezyr went to go tell their loyal servants about the agreement.
"Just holdout blasters?" Reed complained, not arguing, yet clearly upset.
"What about all our preparations?" Schyrt added.
"Relax, guys..." Trychon whispered at the men. "We may still have use for them. We're going to go on this cake mission for these guys, show off a little... and then when we have information we need... we're going to take what we want. Possibly by force."
The two men cheered up at that note, and began locking everything up in the speeders.
"What about those?" Schyrt asked, pointing to the lightsabers and Trychon's datapad.
"These are extensions of our very beings, and are not negotiable." Raezyr said as he flipped his weapon hilts around.
Gavrik overheard them and stormed over, resuming their disagreement. This argument was much more short lived, as the Sith brothers began maneuvering their lit weapons through the air and closely around Gavrik's head through use of the Force. He was convinced that they were part of 'The Weave', and that was good enough for him and the elders, he said.
Trychon's datapad was not so lucky. He capitulated, mumbling something about not having anything to crack into anyway. Reed snickered.
They were ready to head out after Schyrt and Reed had changed into their new tunics when it dawned on them that they were still a few transports short.
Reed looked at Raezyr. "We have to share a ride?"
Trychon copied his laugh from moments ago. Pointing to the warriors, who seemed to be arguing something with Gavrik. "You each will share with one of them. Servants don't ride 'sauren' on their own of course."
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