<strong>"You will stand down lest you wish to feel my wrath."<br/></strong><br/>The blue-furred people looked up at the ebony goddess in awe, eyes widened, jaws dropped, as they ceased aiming at Gamoran and brought their weapons down.  They looked to each other in disbelief.  The lead warrior sank down to his knees, placing his weapon on the ground before him, and the other 20 tribal people followed suit.  They brought their heads down to the ground and raised their hands up.  In unison, they chanted.<br/><br/>With his fists still clenched and ready to fight, Logan sniffed the air.<br/><br/><strong>"Hmm, their scents ain't comin' off as aggressive any more.  Looks like the light show calmed them down or somethin'."<br/><br/></strong>He brought his guard down, letting Hanuka come out from between him and Gamoran.  Logan knew that Gamoran could handle himself easily.  Hanuka was a gifted fighter, but nowhere near Gamoran's caliber.  His insinct was to protect her.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm glad to see you, Storm.  Let's hope they're not foolish enough to attack us.  I would hate to have to harm them."<br/></strong><br/><strong>"Beyond what 'planetary laws' would allow, right, Gam?  Heh."<br/></strong><br/>The leader of the tribal group spoke to Storm.  He spoke in his native tongue, but with Storm in proximity, the translator automatically sent interpreted words to the communicators in the ears of Hanuka, Gamoran and Logan.<br/><br/><strong>"Forgive us, goddess of the storm, for failing to bring you a worthy sacrifice in your honor.  We hoped to bring one of the mystical greenskins back to our village to hold a festival celebrating your benevolence and power.  </strong><br/><br/><strong>"We have traveled to and from faraway places over many days, but the land has been unkind to us.  In our search for unique offerings, we have come away empty handed.  We have lost more than half of our scouting party, including my father, the chief, who I buried with my own two hands.  </strong><br/><br/><strong>"Our failure is my failure, and I beg for mercy for my fellow warriors.  As the new leader of the scouting party, only I deserve to be punished."<br/></strong><br/>Further conversation reveals that their village is only a mile or so away.  It is getting dark, and the Savage Land is only going to get more dangerous at night.  The scouting party suffered losses when they engaged in combat with humans using modern weapons.<br/>