The sun has completely set, and a dark mist begins to gather about the streets as they walk. Sora continues to lead the way, squinting in the dim light of the fluorescent rods which line the streets at sparse intervals. Zirak, in contrast, seems quite comfortable in the darkness, the the infrared built into R5's eye and Bane's helmet enable them to move about the streets without difficulty. After several minutes of walking through the empty streets, they reach a large, two story building comprised of dull steel and grimy fiberglass windows.

"How... charming," Bane says dryly, looking the building up and down.

"You were the one who wanted to come here," Sora replies defensively.

"So I was, so I was," Bane allows, advancing, "Well then, let's see what morsels of information they have in stock."

The trio enter through a door formed of a dull, bronze metal to find themselves in a room which is not much more impressive than its exterior. A number of stone tables are scattered about the room, and a long, unadorned counter stands at the far wall. The interior is not grimy, but neither is it polished. The lighting within is provided by a series of fluorescent lights mounted about the walls, one of which flickers intermittently. Most of the tables are empty, save for one in the centre of the room, about which five weequay are seated, and one near the corner, at which another pair of weequay converse in low tones. The bartender sits behind the bar, arms folded before him, and makes no move to rise as the party enter. The weequays about the room all cease their conversation upon the entry of the newcomers, all eyes turned in their direction.

"Well, it's not the worst cantina I've ever been to," Bane murmurs to Sora.

"No, nor I, thanks to your charming little haunt on Denon," Sora shoots back.

"Fair," Bane allows, "Now then, let's see if we can't get some information."

He approaches the table around which the five weequay are seated.

"Mind if we join you?" he says pleasantly.

The group of weequay stare back at him, their expressions morphing from curiosity to confusion and apprehension.

Bane sighs.

"Sora, do you want to do the talking?"

Sora frowns, but nevertheless steps forward. He bows, and proceeds to address the group in Sriluurian.

The group of weequay glance at each other as he speaks, but while the confusion in their expressions disappears, the apprehension remains. At length one of them responds, choosing his words carefully and shaking his head.

Sora continues the conversation for a little longer, before turning back to Bane at length.

"They know nothing of my Uncle or the estate," he says grimly, "They are farmers and herders, and their only connection with the estate is in paying tribute every month or two."

He turns to glance at the pair by corner, who quickly avert their gaze, and then at the bartender, who stares back stonily.
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"Let us see how much they really know," Bane says stepping forward, "No, no," he says hastily as Zirak reaches for his lightsaber, "I'm thinking of something a little more... subtle."

He stands silently for a few moments, concentrating. Reaching out with his mind, he attempts to probe the thoughts of those gathered. After a moment he gives a cluck of annoyance.

"Since when do weequays have strong minds?" he grumbles.

Zirak folds his arms across his chest.

"I might point out that according to the Holonet, weequays have been immune to subtlety for as long as kalzerians have been immune to caring about other people. A lightsaber to the gut is so much more productive for everyone."
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R5 gives an appreciative series of beeps.

Sora sends Zirak a disapproving glare.

"They know nothing," he says firmly, "And we are not here to terrorise the local populace. We should return to the ship."

"Speak for yourself," Zirak mutters, but reluctantly takes his hand from his lightsaber, and after sending the patrons of the cantina an imperious glare, sweeps from the room.

The others follow after him, stepping into the mist once more. The dark, muddy streets about them remain empty and silent as they make their way back to the ship. At length the large, stone landing platform looms before them. As they approach the foot of the stone ramp, a figure advances out of the gloom. As the figure draws nearer they are able to distinguish his features as those of a green skinned male twi'lek dresses in a dark combat jumpsuit. He carries no weapon that they can see.
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"Excuse me," he addresses Sora, "But I think I saw you drop this datapad when you first arrived."

As he speaks he withdraws a sleek looking datapad from a pouch at his belt.

Sora frowns warily.

"I'm afraid you are mistaken. I had no datapad on me when I arrived."

"I am certain it was you," the twi'lek replies firmly, shoving the datapad into Sora's hands, "I am not one to forget a weequay's face."

Sora stares at the datapad in bewilderment.

"I am sure you are mis-"

He glances up to find that the twi'lek has already disappeared into the mist, and is nowhere in sight.

"Weird," Bane mutters after a moment of silence, "A twi'lek on this moon, I mean."