The rest of the day, Paul spent going ove rthe information he had gathered on the Volaxians trying to make sense of it all. How on Earth did they end up transforming into these hideous creatures. As of yet, he had come up with no solution. Maybe he needed more information....
Paul sat up and rubbed his eyes. It was dark again outside and the noises of the sorrounding wildlife had stopped. Paul looked out the window wehre it was beginning to rain. He continued to stare into nothingness when something caught his eye... something flying through the air. A dead animal landed on the window. Then another, and another. Paul looked out an noticed a dozen of the savages that attacked him sorrounding the runabout throwing dead animals at it and attacking it with primative weaponry.
"Oh no," said Paul out loud.
He was trying to figure out how the savages found him, and then he realised, when he had pulled that otehr creature back from the sacrifice chamber, the blood from the wound in its arm must have left a trail to the shuttle.
"What could zey want?" he asked himself.
He thought hard about other ancient civilisations he knew of and their attitudes towards death, but nothing. The sound of the Volaxians banging on the runabout with their weapons was slightly off putting too.
Paul finally came to the conclusion that either they followed the trail here in search of a meal, or they wanted they're dead friend back. Paul grabbed his rifle and opened the access hatch. The creatures immediately rushed around and gathered outside the hatch. They may have been primative, but they new what a weapon was and held their position a few metres away. Pual pulled the dead Volaxian to the door and the others began jumping up and down and shouting. Unfortuanately, the Universal Translator couldn't translate what they were saying so Paul assumed that they were angry.
"E attacked me first you hear? I didn't wanna kill im.... or er," he said loolking down at the creature realising he couldnt tell what sex it was.
One of the Volaxians started walking forward, but Paul fired a shot just at his feet that made him retreat.
"I realize, ya want your friend back, so if you let me step out, I shall deliver"
Unfortuanately, they didn't seem to understand. Paul got his claw once mroe and picked up the Volaxian, he dragged it down the ramp and out into the small clearing, all the time holding his phaser at the Volaxians who kept their distance.
"Ere ya go" he said as he removed his claw and walked slowly back to the runabout.
From the access hatch, he watched what happened next. It was incredible that such an underdeveloped species had such an elaborate death ceremony. The dead Volaxian was laid out on the floor with four of the others dancing around him. Another four danced round these in a circle. Another then walked throught the centre of all and began to chant something
Darn if only ze universal translator was working, thought Paul.
He continued to chant for a good few minutes, then hurriedly without much respect for the dead, they hurriedly picked him up and ran off into the trees.
Where are zey going? thought Paul. He quickly gathered up what he would need and followed them into the jungle.