Adjusting the Drone's course to a line tangential to the scout camp, Naught brings the speeder in at a steady speed, saying to Larik, "If you wish to talk them down, you had better do it fast, as there may be only one chance before the whole situation becomes unsalvageable. This Gand will be ready to make a break for it rather than engage in combat."

As soon as trouble becomes apparent, everyone starts preparing for battle.
Larik watches as Khit eases Gupgup into a better defensive position while Wale and Lama begin flanking the Krogen group.
Naught eases the throttle on her swoop and changes direction slightly so she and Larik, while providing a larger profile at which the Krogen can aim, also have a better escape route if the natives aren't interested in what Larik has to say.
When they get close enough Larik puts his hands in front of him to show he's not armed and calls for the Krogen to stand down.
"Hold your fire," he shouts through the inky night. "Krogen, we are not your enemies and do not want to fight you. We've been sent here by your compatriot named Wrex to find your chief. He's even gifted our best warrior his ancestral weapon to show his approval of us and to grant us safe passage. We're on an errand of mercy and he said your chief may know where we need to go to finish our mission."
As Naught is gliding the swoop past the nearest Krogen, Larik surprises everyone, himself included, by hopping out of the side car and moving - slowly - closer to who he assumes is the leader. Keeping his left hand out, he slides his right hand along the lapel of his great coat, pulling it aside to reveal his blaster pistol and gingerly reaches down to release it from its holster and drop it to the ground.
"So can we talk, or do we have to fight?"

Khit watches calmly as Larik jumps out of the Sidecar, kicking up dust as he lands, and Naughts look of horror is matched by her own feelings. He approaches the Krogans then Khit sees him drop his weapon "Fool" she thinks "Dropping your guard in a place like this could get him killed". Larik then begins to speak, first in Basic which it immediately becomes clear they don't understand. The dark haired human then proceeds to try a couple of other languages, with each earning a more and more confused look on the Krogen faces... things start to look bad for the young advisor, the stress beginning to build in him worries her. Finally one of the Krogans speaks, and Khit is surprised she understands "You say Wrex, how you know him intruder?"

Khit hasnt heard the language they spoke for years, since an old hunting friend Padrax went missing. The dark skinned Krogan had been on Vendaxa to challenge himself, the reputation of the wildlife had reached his old ears and a journey had begun. Unfortunately he had disappeared, and most assumed some nasty beast had bested him. It had been a while since she had thought of Padrax, and the sudden memory of her lost friend upset Khit, but she couldn't dwell on it now. "Friend" she called out, Larik jumped, thinking another Krogan was now behind him, but relief flooded his face at his realisation that someone could at least communicate with these warriors.

Khit moved her mount up beside Larik and dropped from the saddle, where she prepared to act as translator, lets hope she can remember enough to not ruffle their feathers!

"Oh, so not all of you can speak the language of the warrior, we apologize, now explain how you know Urdnot Wrex!" the biggest of them shouts as he raises his blaster, an old battered model that has been significantly modified, his hand almost being bigger than the blaster.

As Lama sees Larik hop out of the sidecar he face palms. and thinks " Idiot, stupid, moronic, idiot."

Suffice it to say, things didn't exactly go as Larik planned.

His self-assurance had once again tipped over to arrogance and endangered everyone, but he was thankful Khit appeared to have some experience with these beings. He took a deep breath and pushed the fear down as his mother had taught him.

Standing perfectly still he hoped the situation wouldn't deteriorate further. His lightsaber was within reach, but he wasn't sure he was ready to show that side of himself to his companions. Khit would have to pull them through this now.

"Khit, tell them Wrex sent us and chose you, and you alone, to carry Vera. You've got this."

Naught slams on the brakes and whips her speeder bike around, frantically reassessing the situation to see how she might get Larik out of there alive if they start shooting. She could call on the Force to pick him up and put him back in the sidecar, but that would leave him an easy target on the way. She could try to disarm the Krogan, but she would only get a handful of weapons at most...

Seeing Khit conversing with them in their own language, Naught forced herself to take a deep breath and find her center. This was a positive step, something that might get them through this. Not knowing what was being said or what she could add, she idled the speeder bike, waiting to see what would happen.

After hearing something pretty **** convincing stories the Krogen says, "So you were accepted into the clan and not given the Rite of Passage, unheard of, get your ass back to the clan and take your **** Rite, or we take your **** life, we will personally escort you."

With a distinct lack of charm Khit manages to more impress them with her clear comfort holding a weapon. With the encouragement of her friends she gets more and more excited tell the Krogan about her old friend and the thrilling adventures they had. The excitement gets ahead of her and she makes up something about "Wrex accepted me into your clan" hoping to win them over... Unfortunately they have other ideas.

Suddenly thrust into the spotlight, Khit feels very unsure of the Rite she is about to undergo.

Not sure how they are getting to where they're going next, but seeing that the immediate danger of attack is over, Naught slowly glides her speeder-bike over to Larik so he can get back in the sidecar. It is very hard, perhaps even impossible, to give someone A Look with compound eyes hidden behind scanner goggles, but Naught does her best to direct a Look at Larik without saying anything.

Larik hears the swoop gliding up along side of him and turns to see Naught very clearly attempting to silently rebuke him and he does his best to stifle a smirk, not wanting to upset her further.

He picks up his blaster and climbs back into the sidecar, watching Khit being led off by the Krogan.

"OK, that was maybe a bit more, ah, bold , than it needed to be," he admits to Naught. "But we avoided a fight, right?"

He lets a wry smile spread across his face as he tips his head toward the Nautolan, "And I can't be sure, but, based on what I've been able to pick up from the language, I think this means she's their new leader."

He's not surprised when Naught's only response is a vocoder-generated sighing sound.

"Tell you what, I promise not to leap out of sidecars any more unless I know for sure I can speak the language, deal?"

"This Gand will take what she can get," Naught dryly remarked. She called out, "Khit, what is happening and what should we be doing?"

"Hey guys, so apparently by receiving this weapon from Wrex I was accepted into their clan... It seems that normally to be part of the clan you must have first completed some kind of a trial, a trial I'm just about to attempt weather I like it or not! I get the impression your able to watch, but better not get involved. He said to follow him now"

Khit mounts Gupgup and holsters her weapons, then follows the Krogan as they lead her away from the crashed starship, through winding streets toward their main camp. The constant warring has left a strange assortment of buildings throughout this area, some are rubble, some damaged and some perfectly intact, but none are of a similar age. Every single building has a different style, different design, and yet they are all made in the same method, large sandstone blocks laid on each other, most have flat duracrete roofs.

As the keep moving signs of life become more obvious too, clothes airing outside, pets growling, the occasional movement at a window. But the most noticeable change is the sounds of life coming from the area, Khit had not noticed but the streets they had walked earlier had been almost silent, now there was a more lived in feel to this part of the war torn city.

You park your speeders just outside of the main village, more like a barracks in nature, as this is where the males meet to discuss political issues, which often turn into brawls before your eyes, the buildings are crumbling and haphazardly made huts are abundant here, bullet holes and blaster marks are abundant on the walls. You are led into the largest of these structures, an old manufacturing plant for wheelchairs, and presented before the Chief, sitting on a throne of rubble, he speaks with a voice like gravel, and looks twice as worn, "I am Urdnot Wreav, Chieftain of Clan Urdnot, I hear my brother accepted you into the clan without first introducing you to me, and giving you the Rite of Passage," this is in Basic so anyone here can understand.

"That is the case Chief, although my he failed to actually mention that I was now a part of the clan... So a Rite of Passage, what can I know before beginning it, and when will it be taking place?"

"You can know that it is you and your friends right to manhood, and the rights that come with it, I assume Wrex told you of those rights, so I will not repeat them. The trial will take place on foot, so your hover bikes will stay here, they will be safe, you and you Krantt will be the fighters in an arena not far from here, what you will fight, no one knows, it changes each time someone goes through it, though will face three rounds, fighting to the death each time. Any Questions?"

Naught does not know whether to be pleased that Khit will not have to face these trials alone, or dismayed that they will be expected to kill to prove their "manhood." She settles for a simple nod to show comprehension, figuring that voicing an objection would not go over well at this juncture.

"What am i permitted to take with me? Otherwise i am ready to got to meet my fate... 3 rounds... to the death? Oh boy"

Khit is putting on a brave face, but this is beginning to stress her out a little, she thought she was doing a wonderful job of talking to these Krogan, but now she has not only endangered herself but also her companions. Colours begin to flash in front of her eyes.

Khit takes a deep breath, calming herself and relaxing the tension that had been building in her shoulders and back. The colours fade and her vision returns to normal, the chief standing before her. They will get through this, the group are strong and reliable, everyone will do their best and what ever comes before them will be like water passing a rock.

Standing in the back of the room, Larik starts doing the mental math to figure out how badly things have to go for him to ditch his pistol and break out his lightsaber during the upcoming trial. He won't let any of his friends get hurt if he can hep it, but it didn't sound like Wrex had much love for the last group of lightsaber wielders he saw. Of course, he also neglected to mention he essentially was sending the group into a trap by gifting Vera to Khit. Larik was beginning to think that trying to figure out how Wrex would react may not be the most effective way of understanding other Krogan. And that Wrex was far less trustworthy then he had thought, which, frankly, wasn't that trustworthy to begin with. He decides it won't take much for him to give up his secret when he sees Khit's shoulders fall.

Larik walks up and rests a hand on her shoulder.

"This is my fault," he says. "It's my fault and I'm going to do everything I can to make sure we get through this. All of us.

"Let's get this over with."

"Then it is settled, you will go to the arena and fight for your right to adulthood, and your life, may the Force be with you" The chief says before you are all loaded into a Tomkah and dropped off in a ring in the middle of the desert, the ring is filled with columns and stone blocks, while it itself is about 100 meters across. (Long range from one side to the other) At the center is a massive drop hammer with a button on the north support labeled, "Press to begin"

Khit looks around the arena as she walks cautiously over to the centre, once everyone is ready Khit will be the one to hit the button, but only when she is sure. Auto rifle is out (sniper is on Gupgup, it's not the right tool for this job) and the pistol is in a holster on her belt. Whatever is coming she is ready.

Wale looks cautiously around the ring, rifle ready to fire at any target that shows it's head, marking his allies with his HUD in his helmet, and signals Khit to hit the button.

Naught looked around, trying to judge the mass of the columns and blocks by sight. Depending on the size of the enemies they encountered, those might serve as projectiles. In the meantime, she reached into her sleeves and removed the round metal weights stored in them. "This Gand is ready to begin," her vocoder intoned as she centered herself and prepared to call upon the Force to defend her.

Lama readies his Lightwhip hilt. muttering indescernabley under his breath.