Well, clearly they aren't the same bikes. Aren't there like 22 of these guys in total right now? I never specified that they were the same three.
In my defense, Sitar wouldn't know that the bikes can keep going on autopilot. And fortunately I was also vague enough with my wording that I didn't specifically say the bikes stopped. My wording was that without the riders the bikes should stop, but again, Sitar obviously doesn't know about their autopilot feature yet.
Three more bikes were loaded up and sped off toward the cliff side as quickly as possible, the riders themselves stayed behind to run interference and attempt to capture more natives.
The first thing he noticed was a trio of armored foes speeding away on vehicles. If they were Slavers, then that meant they had to be transporting their captives in some manner using those vehicles. All that really meant was that simply blasting them was not an option. But Sitar had his own idea.
The Namekian dive-bombed to the ground, ensuring that he would be directly in the path of the fleeing Riders. The large emblem emblazoned on the back of his vest seemed to gleam in the light, just before Sitar lunged forward. As he did so, he spun his body around, making sure to elongate his arms in order to create a wide, sweeping blow capable of clothes-lining the Riders right off their vehicles. Without them operating them, the vehicles and their occupants wouldn't be going anywhere else.