They spent the next few hours walking from various skill show to various skill show. They stopped at each and watched for a few minutes before adding a show of their own.
They eventually gathered a bit of a following of their own, and there was quite a bit of alien chatter in the crowd about the off-worlders and their Weave abilities. It was a sight to see for the two Sith, as they were displaying uses of the Force that they'd known for quite some time, perhaps with a bit more skill... but still rather elementary displays overall. The crowd was eating it up though, and absolutely loving it.
Occasionally the Sith could hear murmurs of "Wahnri Rahz," amongst the natives as they performed. Later they asked Gavrik what it meant. "It is hard to translate. Literally it is, 'not from ground,' but it is the closest thing to 'off-worlders' in our language."
As they continued performing, the only moment that was tense at all was when Raezyr jumped up near the top of one of the buildings, drawing a gasp from the crowd, and not one of their normal appreciative ones. It was then that it dawned on him that the buildings were probably designed taller here with a purpose, with so many leaping aliens about, and made a mental note not to jump that high again.
Gavrik walked up to Raezyr and quietly told him that the meetings had already started, and they needed to get in there. He turned and headed off to the large building in the distance without them.
After a few minutes of applause and laughter, Raezyr put down the little girl he'd been levitating in the air. The two brothers took a few last bows and headed off to join Gavrik. They weren't too concerned about losing track of their translator for a little while, as the reason Gavrik had been sent first and foremost was that he spoke the language of the Elders - Basic.
They walked into the giant arena, and were surprised to see that it was even more crowded than the busy walkways out in the city. In the end, it made sense that most of the aliens who were attending were there in an official capacity for the meeting, and there wasn't many who were not there to be in the giant conference.
They managed to work their way into the main chamber, and could see the native warriors and delegates stretched throughout the open bowl shaped room, all with slightly unique versions of the face paint. It had never been so obvious that the patterns were tribe related until seeing them grouped as they now were.
They knew very little about the purpose of the meetings, other than little snippets that Gavrik had given them during the journey. Some tribal leader named Seiriss had been pushing for more unification amongst the tribes, and had already gone from the leader of a small group of warriors to the leader of a large group of unified tribes. Their ability to thrive under a structure like that had gained interest of rival tribes, and Seiriss had been pushing for mass unification for the benefit of all.
The local politics were a bit beyond the understanding and care of the two Sith, so they resigned to stay towards the back and not risk infringing on some unknown rule, until they found Gavrik or were called forward in some capacity.
To their dismay, they found that Basic was not being used in the meeting afterall. They were stuck listening to gibberish for nearly an hour before a hush came over the room as a rather large and ornately painted elder walked to the head of the room.
The native they could only assume was Seiress began what turned out to be a rather long dissertation to argue his point. He was obviously well respected, and when parts of the crowd disagreed, they merely shook their heads rather than scream and shout as they had done for the previous speaker. As his speech went on, larger sections began to cheer in agreement with his statements.
Every so often, he would add a dramatic pause and follow it by yelling "GANYU DIGGI!!!" which was getting louder and louder shouts of encouragement from the crowd.
He went through his cycle of explaining supposed benefits of his stance and yelling to the crowd over and over, with the yells coming increasingly close together until most of the giant arena was cheering non-stop and nothing else could be heard.
A lance of light stretched out from somewhere to the right of where the two brothers were standing. The bolt hit Seiress directly in the temple and he collapsed to the ground immediately.
It took the crowd several moments to realize what had just happened. Many continued cheering, not seeing or hearing the blaster fire as it happened. There was a crowd around the elder's body frantically attempting to revive him to no apparent avail. As the full crowd began to finally quiet under the full realization of what had transpired, the group surrounding the corpse of Seiress began to scream in anger and accusations.
The discontent spread quickly throughout the room until the arena was even more deafening than before.
Maybe we should get out of here... Trychon suggested to the younger Sith through their Force bond.
They turned to head back through the entrance they came, when a piercing shout came from behind them.
By reflex, they turned to look at the source. "Gavrik?" Raezyr asked more to himself than anybody else, as he saw their guide and translator standing a mere handful of meters away, pointing an accusing finger at them.
"WAHNRI RAHZ! WAHNRI RAHZ BIKA MONDU!" He yelled in the same piercing tone, his voice somehow cutting through all the commotion.
That's not good...
That's not good at all. Raezyr noted as the crowd began to look in their direction.
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