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Reportedly the hunt for Sith artefacts has exploded in the last fifty years, driven by the emergence of a group named Singularity. Singularity preaches a religion, describing a new world they will usher in. The heart of Singularity is named Dark Star, the controlling body of the faith and the founders. They are a group of dark side force users, which many of the Jedi at the temple label them simply as reborn Sith. They have accrued many followers around the galaxy, the number of which seems to be constantly swelling. Despite being outlawed in the Republic, their young illegal religion spreads from world to world amongst the unfortunates of society like a toxic plague. Rejected by the Republic, they hide within the Hutt empire, allowed to base themselves there for the price of their servitude to the Hutts. Still, in its infancy, Dark Star has been hungry to gain any Sith relics to assist them in learning more of the mysteries of the Force, the ones they’ve not yet discovered themselves in their short two-hundred-year existence.
Looking around the room, your eyes jump from one patron to the next. Searching for the best target to glean some information concerning either burgeoning the black market for ancient Sith relics or about the excavation. The men you assume to be miners would be the easy target, but that would likely result in your presence being revealed. So, you turn back around to face the person who you suspect has the greatest knowledge of the entire picture. The bartender, who has no doubt overheard the drunk workers spill their secrets time and time again, likely the same ones repeated at regular intervals.
The bartender is a human girl of, what you estimate to be, sixteen years old. Her medium light brown hair frames her face pretty and turns into a short ponytail. Light freckles dot her cheeks giving her a rather cute girlish appearance. Without a doubt, she was employed due to her looks and pleasant demeanour. She smiles at you questioningly as you sit down in front of her on one of the raised stools. Bringing the cool glass to your lips, you let the sweet liquid spill into your mouth. Not one for alcohol, you find yourself pleasantly surprised by the enjoyment of the flavour.
“Great recommendation,” You tell her in a voice just loud enough to be heard over the loud drunks roaring at some new joke. “My name is Chris by the way.”
“Jaina,” She repeats a few times until you hear her over the din. “So, what is someone as young as you doing here?”
