Turn around and prepare to fight them head-on.

Skye's not looking to run from another fight today. She turns around, grasps her satchel tight and runs to the side of her ship.

From the bushes emerge four muscular tribeswomen, each standing at around 6-9 feet tall. They're covered in white tatooes that stand out against their smooth olive skin. The sight of them sends a shiver of either fear or arousal in Skye, maybe both.

The tallest among them approaches Skye. "What business do you have here outworlder? You know what becomes of trespassers on Amazonia, don't you?

Skye knows indeed. The tribes of Amazonia share a common creed: strength matters above all else. It's customary here to decide matters through contests of physical strength. Winning a one-on-one battle with their leader would earn their respect and perhaps even a ticket offworld. But those who are defeated by Amazonians are enslaved, used for menial labor and as sex slaves.

"Well? Explain yourself. Now." The tribal leader demands.