There was a pause as Trychon held his lighsaber out as an open challenge to the entire village. Then the silence dissipated and murmurs began to emerge as a growing buzz throughout the crowd. Then, without directly addressing the Sith, the crowd dispersed.
A few of the native Meisosian warriors took a minute longer to turn away, clearly unsure if they should throw their lives away in a mad attempt to revenge their fallen master. When the first of Rodas' guards looked away and then walked presumably towards his home, the others followed.
The Sith stood over his battered brother for several moments waiting for him to stir. His life Force did not wane, meaning that his body was fighting for consciousness, but was not in terminal danger.
After a few gentle mental nudges through their brotherly bond, Raezyr's eyelids finally began to quiver.
He gently repositioned his body so he could be sitting up but without putting pressure on his knee or his shoulder. Reaching down into his emotions of anger, which were not hard to come by, he did what he could for his physical condition.
While Trychon watched him recuperate, he tried to clear the fog from his own mind. He found that while he was able to make some small difference, concentrating on clearing up a jostled brain was harder than it sounded, especially while still keeping an eye on his surroundings.
His caution was rewarded though, as one of the natives did finally approach them, albeit very slowly, and with fear emanating from every pore of his being. He did not have the build, nor did he carry himself properly, to have been a soldier of any sort. His body was trembling ever so slightly, including his lips which began to let out some very broken basic.
"Please. We hear what you do. We know of Seiress, and we see of Rodas. We know don't want you here. We not fight though. Take and go." The man emphasized the last phrase, allowing some of his anger to mix in with his fear.
Trychon waved the villager off and he was quick to turn and sprint away.
Raezyr pulled himself up with the help of the elder Sith's outstretched hand. He did not put any weight on his destroyed knee. "You feel that?"
"Yeah." Trychon responded as he allowed his brother to rest some of his weight on his shoulder. "Rodas must have been hiding the crystal's signature in the Force. It's obviously buried in there now." Together, they began to move around to the side of the rubble that gave them the closest access to the artifact that now shone brightly in their Force vision.
"20 creds says the bu huihen de pofu stored our belongings with his other treasures down there." Raezyr noted as he was sat down on a level rock near their target.
After a few hours of moving rubble at a pace that fit their conditions, they found that they were right. Underneath the small mountain of walls, pillars, and ceiling, they found sacks that contained all of the weapons they had surrendered as well as Trychon's datapad.
Rodas had likely been lying about having several of the crystals that they'd been sent after. They found the one very easily due to its strong aura, and they felt nothing similar anywhere within several klicks.
Trychon wasted no time in dusting off his datapad and calling the Stalker down to pick them up, right in the middle of the village. He disabled normal safety protocols and had the ship hover at five meters above ground.
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