The dragon finished swallowing the last of his meal as he watched some kind of battle going on. The whole thing was rather exciting.
"Brit'grah!" He roared out. They all seemed to have some sort of carapace, but he wasn't sure if it was chitin or metal. And why were they fighting? Some sort of territorial dispute? Would they target him, if they noticed him? He wasn't exactly hiding. Actually, it was likely they heard his overly excited roar just now. Oops.
Indeed, two of the group with the big, metal beast thingy did break away and come towards him, speaking words he didn't quite understand. Were they coming to take his food? Attack him for being in their territory? He stiffened for a moment, ready to attack, then he realized that it was silly to think that. He'd already eaten his meal, so they couldn't take it, and they probably thought he was a more exciting spectacle than the fight that was going on. That metallic beastie seemed to be doing most of the work, so they had probably been bored and wanted to say hello.
"Krosis'vonmindoraan," he replied in his low, rumbling voice. He tried out some of the words one of the creatures had said.
"Firefight? Nal Hutta? Merc?"
The dragon stood up and looked down at the two. He gave a polite bow of his head. At least, he hoped it came across as polite. They were an alien species, after all. That could be a grave insult in their culture, for all he knew.
"Pruzah'grind! Lok'paaz? Zu'u'Yolaghun. Wo'los'hi?" They probably had no idea what he was saying. He pointed to himself.
"Yolaghun."
"Zu'u'fen'aak," he said as he motioned for the two to follow him. He pointed at the metal beast.
"Daar'los'vomindok." He was curious what the thing was and headed towards it.