Junebug watched the sport intently, making certain to keep a bemused smile on her face despite the barbarity. You could never tell what sort of savagery Indigs would go in for but the casual violence and death didn't bode well for the three travelers remaining long term. She needed to get some men and get back to the Highlander so they could get started on the construction of the dam, being out of contact with the ship this long was already beginning to make her nervous. They needed to get some sort of radio relay, perhaps the gun jeep itself and...

It took a moment for her to realize that Neil was speaking to her. Hastily she exchanged a few words with Wetumpkah who in turn turned to his attractive... slave? Assistant? Acolyte and babbled at her. The girl rushed of swaying her hips distractingly. Sayeeda watched her go with a frown and caught Wetumpkah cast a suspicious glance at Neil. A moment later she returned with an odd item of silvery metal. To her shock it had the same strange octoganal construction as the Ancient bunker and other ancient devices they had seen when rescuing/abducting Drake. The girl lay it before Neil all but batting her eyes at the pilot. This time Sayeeda definitely heard the shaman growl in quiet anger.

"Is that an Ancient artifact?" Taya piped up drawn from her frighted stupor by the presence of such an oddity. Junebug conferred in broken Zil with Wetumpkah, he was easier to talk to than the other natives by an order of magnitude due to his limited proficiency in Imperial.

"He says that it has been passed down for many generations, that it once bestrode the sky as a mighty hunter." As she spoke a cheer went up as one of the thrower bulls-eyed the target. A sudden hush drew her attention as a group of perhaps fifty men emerged from the treeline. They made no effort to conceal themselves but their tatoos differed significantly from what Sayeeda had come to think of as 'the locals'.

"The Itzucannu," Wetumpkah explained between dark glances at Neil, "We sent word to the tribes living far far that starman come to our village, they want to make honor."

"I see," Sayeeda said, keeping her tone happy but inwardly wondering how many such groups of armed tribesmen were currently making their way towards the field of low Zigurats. 

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