Collect them

The pilgrims need every advantage they can get, and that includes these weapons. Besides, there's no guarantee that the Flesh Raiders will even be deterred by sabotage. As far as you've seen, any attack against them incites a blind fury that compels them to attacj more ferociously.

Looking around, yoh manage to find a backpack and a large tarp. Filling the pack up, you hoist it on your back and then pile the rest of the supplies on the tarp. Wrapping the latter up, you set an explosive to detonate in the stash to destroy what you can't carry.

Observing your handiwork, you smile and smack your hands. "All in a days work."

Suddenly, a trill of beeps and chirps erupts behind you.

You jump with a yelp and spin around, hand on your practice saber. An astromech droid stares back at you, its single eye barely glowing.

"T7 = Glad to see Jedi!" It whoops in droid-speak. "T7 = Captured by Flesh Raiders + Needs repairing."

You blink and stare at it, amazed in the condition its in. The poor droid must've been here forever, seeing as its plating is marred by dirt and grime. Its optical lens is cracked and the glow behind it flickers every-so-often. However, its chassis is still intact and nothing's sparking.

After a second, you crack a grin. "Don't worry, little guy. Consider yourself rescued!" You bend down to help him remove his restraining bolt. "My name's Seraph Brighthand. What's yours?"

"Designation = T7-O1." He jostles and you giggle at his excitement.

While you work, you ask him about how he ended up here. Apparently, he was one of the reconaissance droids sent out to scout the surrounding areas by the Jedi. His restraining bolt broke and messed with his sensors, which made him virtually blind to the Flesh Raiders that ambushed and captured him.

You make a joke about the natives not eating droids. He seems to laugh, in whatever way a droid does, but then claims to have been pretending to be dead while recording everything.

Suddenly, he projects a holo-recording of two men talking to the Flesh Raiders.

"Wait." You kneek down and study one of the two. "That's the ****-user I fought!" You look at the other one, a tall, hooded individual with a bulbous head. "And that must make him...."

You trail off, the puzzle pieces coming together in your head. "We need to get back to Kalikori Village."

T7 thrums and rolls alongside you as you carry the weapons back to the Twi'leks.