"Come on, Hora. Have your tribe leave this place too. The Empire could come back at any moment." Arden Lyn followed Hora into the Rahr tribe's stronghold. "And what were you thinking, robbing an Imperial transport convoy? Didn't you know they hold grudges over the smallest slight and would come right back at you?"
Hora came before Arden Lyn, first clasping his fists in greeting before gesturing as he spoke in heavily accented Galactic Standard. "My brothers saw vehicles pulling big boxes. Boxes big. Took them. Only after taking them did we find out they belonged to the Galactic Empire."
Arden Lyn was left speechless, then laughed. "You couldn't recognize such obvious Imperial storm commando team soldiers?"
"No white armor! All mercenaries! Nikto, Bosa, Rodian, all kinds!" Hora said.
"Mercenaries? Could they have been from the Besadi kajidic?" Arden Lyn pondered for a moment, then asked, "You said it was a big box. What was inside?"
"Big-headed pigs! Gamorreans! Three! One alive, two dead! Useless things!" Hora grew visibly agitated as he spoke.
They had suffered numerous casualties robbing the Galactic Empire, only to find that their loot was completely useless. As the Rahr tribe's patriarch, Hora naturally could not tolerate such a thing.
Once inside the tribal stronghold, Hora went to gather his people for an assembly. It seemed he was preparing to judge and punish the culprit who had picked a target at random and attacked without properly scouting it first.
Before long, deafening cries came from the tribe's gathering, followed by a series of dull thuds from people being struck with Gaderffii sticks.
Arden Lyn and Jing Fang naturally had no interest in attending such an assembly. They went over to inspect the spoils the Sand People had seized. It was indeed a huge box, over four