At this point, the group realized that they had 20, not 10, press gangers somewhere around here, and radioed in for their locations. With no reply, they said fuck it, called in another 10, and kept going. As they got near the temple, they were greeted by a complement of close to 200 feral warriors brandishing bows, spears, blowguns, and other such fun implements. Surprisingly, they spoke Low Gothic, in a shitty, tribal sort of way.
Tribal leader: "You go away! You tresspass on sacred ground!"
Seneschal: "We seek no offense...we seek only to make a tribute to your glorious civilization..."
Tribal boss: "Make tribute! Then go away!"
The seneschal loads up a redshirt with a sack full of something, palming something with an insane Sleight of Hand roll. The goon walks up to the tribals, who gather round, and the goon opens his sack to reveal...a solid block of plastic explosive from the demo supplies.
At which point the Seneschal pressed the detonator, taking out 2/3rds of the tribals, and the rest of the party started shooting. Combat was over in a handful of rounds, total annihilation on the tribal's part. The other redshirts are suddenly looking decidedly nervous, when a lasgun blast comes out of nowhere from the temple's upper level, which the seneschal narrowly dodges, and the beam blew a random redshirt's head off. Well, they'd found out where the other red shirts had gotten off to.