Jorgan sighed with frustration as he again saw the wisdom of this. He and Skye got in the craft Skye in the piloting seat. He then flew the craft towards the village gates. The guards stopped them but upon presenting them with their pass permits the guards stepped aside Skye flew out around the Outskirts. As they got near a hillside a strong, horrificly putrid smell permeated the air. Jorgan began to retch and covered his nose with the sleeve of his robe. "I think we found our bodies." He said as a huge pile of bodies came into view. He got out of the speeder and made his way over to the bodies his free hand on his lightsaber in case he needed it. He began examining the bodies as Skye and Connmar came over. "It's a definite mix... no definite preference... which is troubling... because that only tells us.. whichever Sith Lord it was is equally lethal with both the Force and lightsaber."