Wind of the desert

Even though being dimed as lit tavern, Mos Eisley's cantina was well known for its frequent outbreaks of violence. As a popular stopping point of random passengers including smugglers, bounty hunters, alien misfits, renegades even Sith or Jedi alike, Chalum's cantina would be perfect place to gather information or leak traces. The place was filled with all alien forms, from Rodians to even those seen once in a life time.

At the corner of the bar's counter stood a figure, leaned on its edge, with a glass in front filled with unidentified liquor in it. Dressed in dark colored robe with its hood covering the head, no one actually dared to even come closer.

- '' Did you get it? '' it was a slight whisper but, for someone with keen sense trained in the force it was just a matter of choice and interest to catch.

- '' We did, but it is how everybody is claiming, they are destroyed. '' - a man replied, looking rather nervous, quickly glancing all over the cantina trying his best not to look suspicious.

- '' Blasted! '' - another would add.

- '' But, it's not all over yet, you know! '' cultist guy would sway on his chair throwing yet another glance over his shoulder interrupting his fellow mate who, compared to this guy looked rather carefree.

- '' So, what is our new job now? ''

- '' We need to investigate those sites. But not now! '', he leans a bit closer to him, scanning if anyone's listening. '' Meet me outside, you know the place. '' He quickly washes down his troth with one last gulp of his drink, smiting the glass onto the table. The hooded figure nods at barman, passing him credits for drink and within a minute disappears from the site.

It was not that long when two cultists rejoined. There were many places on Tatooine that should be avoided, Outlaw's den being well known as such. It was a dangerous pass, binding Dune sea and Jundland, having its side protected by high cliffs, a perfect spots for snipers.

- '' Are you alone!? '' the man stood in a shadow of one of larger cliff's stone, with his arms crossed. Carefree guy would glance over his shoulders in turns, when making sure there's no one else around, he adds '' For now I am. '' The other guy drops his hands, looking rather irritated by his partner carelessness.

- '' What an idiot you are! ''

- '' Hey, it's Outlaw's den! We are the bad asses here! '' - he lashes with rather optimistic attitude.

- '' Anyway, back to business. Our master wants us to go check locations where his close spies found a leads. Apparently those stones are not the only source needed for their ritual. There are alternatives. As for the start, he wants us to head for Ziost. ''

- '' Ziost!  other one interrupted,  That's a dead planet! What could we possible find there? ''

- '' Quiet, you fool!  He glances around  I don't know, but that is why we need to go there! ''

- '' Well, if it's an order I guess, a little trip down the side may be interesting. Especially when our master neutralized the main threat, that naive sucker Darth, what was his name again?  Other cultist smirks -  Argehar, was it?! ''

- '' Yah, yah, that one! '' he rubs his nose, looking as someone doing the job himself. Before he could even realize what happened, the guy was staring at his headless fellow. A dark hooded figure appeared before him. Even though it was naturally shiny place due to planet having two Suns, one couldn't see the man's face. Before even being able to pull out his saber, Cultist starts choking, holding his troth with his hands as if trying to prevent that grip from happening.

- '' Wh-what...! Who- ... are you!? '' he barely gasped.

- '' I found it insulting how you two could be trusted with such important job. Your minds are weaker than Banthas. '' figure calmly spoke with rather collected manner. '' What I found amusing is to see that Cult is still prevailing having two fools like yourselves in their midst. I might as well get rid them of that stupidity. '' A man was coughing, lifted in the air. '' Now, what I want to know is, what are the other locations you were instructed to reach, and you will tell me willingly or I'll pull every single detail out of you? '' she tightens the grip, till man couldn't even cough anymore, just getting that reddish color to his face.

- '' I will tell you nothing! '' he gasped through his teeth somehow.

- '' Let me be the judge of that. '' hooded figure proceeds pulling him a bit closer to her still holding the man slightly above the ground. Her eyes fixates man's eyes till he started screaming in agony. '' See. I always get what I want. Remember that... '' she lets go of man, who falls down trying quickly to collect himself. But before he managed to pull himself up, she adds  ...or don't.  With one quick unpredicted swing or her saber, another head was flying in the air, upon hitting the ground, soaking a sand red with color of the blood. Irya designates her saber staring down now two headless bodies.