Inside the Mos Taike Farming Supply Co., dust stirs lazily in the air, riding the convection currents, revealing its presence as it bathes in the few beams of light that have made it through the deep-set windows. The Omwati, testing the limits of his memory, orderly reviews what he knows about the Quarren species from the briefings he received in service of the Empire.

The Quarren come from the distant Outer Rim world of Mon Calamari, sharing the world with the sentient humanoid species of the same name. While the Mon Calamari preferred to live on the surface of the world, the Quarren constructed their cities in the deep recesses of the oceans. The Quarren were content to remain in the waters on the planet that gave birth to their civilization, fearing that the unknown can hide great dangers just as easily as it can hide great wonders. The Mon Calamari, on the other hand, were not so content and ventured forth. Ultimately, that venture resulted in Imperial forces invading Mon Calamari and enslaving both populations. Early attempts to resist domination resulted in the wholesale destruction of entire cities, causing many Quarren to flee their homeworld and others to flee even deeper into the oceans.

In regard to Jarren’s training and area of expertise, his memories remind him that Quarren in the galaxy at large generally stay clear of becoming entangled with the Empire or the Rebellion. They instead opt to become involved in shadowy occupations, working with smugglers, pirates, slavers, and independent spy networks. Many of these Quarren blame both the Empire and the Rebels (even more than the Mon Calamari, whom they just see as foolish) for the devastation visited upon their homeworld. They try to get some measure of revenge without bringing further harm to their world or themselves.

With those memories in mind and the experiences of his past to guide him, Jarren becomes somewhat excited, considering that these are just the kind of beings that can lead him to users of the Force. With that in mind, he turns off the comlink and walks up to the owner and asks if he knows of anyone in town or farmers around the town that might be considered a wizard or be able to see the future or other strange abilities.

Both Quarren look at him with their milky-blue unblinking eyes as they contemplate his question.

Desire can be a powerful tool when channeled properly. As Jarren waits for their response, the Force attunes to his desire to find other Force wielders and sparks in the eye of the Quarren, aiding and crystallizing the aliens’ memories. The unconscious, untrained use of the Force by the Omwati also sends a slight tremor through the fabric of the Force. Jarren himself can feel it, if not identify it.

“I’m sorry sir. I can think of no one matching your description,” calmly states the near Quarren. The other nods once in agreement.

The far Quarren adds in a more feminine voice, “It’s a terrible crime what they are doing to Omwat. I’ve heard the Grand Moff is threatening to destroy your planet’s cities if you do not surrender your children.” She visibly recoils and shivers at the thought. “What can one do though when facing the power of the Empire?” The other Quarren moves over to comfort her since she is obviously shaken by the sympathy she shares with the Omwatis.

Jarren nods and thanks them, knowing all to well what she was referring to and says that he may be back later. He then heads out to meet up with the others.

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Neera abides by the two humans’ wishes and leaves the Oasis after a quick chat with Leem. She heads out into the wilting heat and rushes diagonally across the main street to Talley’s, checking to see if anyone is following or watching her along the way.

As she arrives, she quickly enters the door to the airlock/entry, sighing together with frustration and relief. Once the outer door closes, she engages the large red button to open the inner door leading into Talley’s proper.

Talley’s exterior sign labels the establishment as a cantina and inn, but, in fact, it’s more of a motel than a cantina anymore, although a well kept one at that. The saving grace of the place (and it’s ultimate downfall), as far as Neera is concerned, as well as the reason for the airlock, is the divine mist that permeates the micro-climate inside. As the Jedi knows, the unfortunate Bith proprietor has a skin condition that requires constant moisture. Apparently, lacking the moisture is non-fatal, but gruesome and highly uncomfortable for the Bith. Of course Tatooine is about the last place in the galaxy you’d expect to find someone with that predicament. Nonetheless, he calls Talley’s home and has set up his climate control system complete with vaporizors and humidifiers to keep the place hospitable, as well as the aforementioned airlocks to keep the precious water from escaping. As a result of the heavily moisture laden environment, not many customers come to the cantina portion of the place anymore (other than for a quick cool down) since the Bith took over, apparently about a decade prior. The rooms are quite popular, however.

And, it is the rooms that Neera enjoys most. The myopic alien, Mart’tak, has set up the climate control in all the upstairs rooms of the motel. The difference between Neera’s room and the lobby and common areas is that in her room, she’s in control of the climate. The mist downstairs is refreshing at first, but quickly becomes clammy. So, for her, it’s nice to be able to set it how she likes it rather than sit in the bar and drip from the moisture. Once in her room, she sits on her bed pondering recent events and begins to meditate on a course of action.

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About the same time that Neera makes it upstairs, Dex and Ian leave the Oasis. Dex gives a cautious nod to Leem on the way out.

Out on the street, Ian leans in and calls out to Jarren on the comlink. There is no answer of course since Jarren turned it off. Luckily though, Dex spies the fair-haired, blue alien exiting a building down the street. The duo hurries through the dusty strip to meet him. The three of them huddle in the street to formulate a quick plan, keenly aware of the extreme heat and the need to get inside soon.

[OOC: Sorry for not doing more here, but I’m really not sure what you guys are going to do. So, I’ll just let you pick it up here.]