Chapter III
Wenig Village
The journey to Wenig Village was a relatively bland one. Apart from Red's men falling into gaping holes or Wafer's "best" guide becoming unable to locate North; Wyantaries and his crew finally made their way to the small settlement, hidden in the deepest crevices of a mountainside. Upon nearing the small town, Red noticed that the people living there had a large amount of sharpened metal scraps from downed ships. Which they had strategically placed them in front of the main gates and around the perimeter of their individual homes. He also took into account that their gate had locks on both the onside and the outside.
"To keep intruders out, and their people in?" Everett suggested, eyebrow raised..
"Stupid prims (Primitives)," scoffed Dorian, "Why would they lock themselves in?"
"I think you're right, Captain" Gwen confirmed, nodding in Walker's direction. Then she turned to Anderson, "Perhaps if you read the letter you would understand. They're not dumb, they're afraid."
The crew had walked a little ways into the village and already they felt the waves of wary tension emanating from all around. "Welcome to our village," Domonik murmured jokingly.
"Quiet, Dom." Hissed Elliot.
"What?" Domonik said slightly ticked. "Force sensitive or not, anyone could tell: we aren't welcome here." he scratched his ear, index finger pointing toward the ceiling, a look of concern played across his face.
Red looked up, seeing what must have been hundreds of eyes peering down at him from cracks in the rock, sending chills down his spine. "Gwen."
"I've already begun mapping, General. Looks like they've carved out a ton of the mountains rocks, probably repurposed them as they're houses, and created a complex network of tunnels both below and above us," she said checking the sensors on the mapping probes that she had, by that time, sent out.
"... Uh, thanks," Wyntaries laughed, "but thats not what I was referring to," he motioned upward with his eyes.
"Oh! Uhm, my guess is... they're just checking us out. They're probably just as inquisitive about us as we are of them." Suggested Gwen as she added, "sir."
"Thanks again," Red Laughed again, "I don't see any politics around, no need for formalities here." He leaned in toward her, "Call me Red," and smiled as he pulled away.
Gwen blushed while struggling to continue her assessment of the settlement. "It seems," she said as she pushed up her glasses and readjusted her datapad. "That these outer homes are merely the doorways to the tunnels and that their actual living quarters are located within the mountain itself!" she exclaimed excitedly completely forgetting about her General's earlier advances. She turned triumphantly toward Dorian, "Not so primitive after all..."
Sorry this is super short and I'm not really that proud of it but I felt bad that I hadn't written in a while since I went to Cali, so here you go. Again, I am so sorry.