The thought of organized crime merging with Manus' philosophy of "living weaponry" was a chilling thought and just confirmed how dangerous their new enemy was. Take the brutality and power of Illesia along with Bracknell's cunning and one would find Manus staring them down having already thought of every possible outcome. They had to had to stop him...and the first step would be to get whoever they could in the network on their side. 
"Agreed. Kartan needs to know about this..." With a quick survey of the surrounding area, he added:
"And also know that his supply depot, turrets and younglings seem to be all unaccounted for." 

The trip back was disorienting to the pair and animals in two due to the pressing feelings that they were not only being watched, but targeted by mysterious whispers floating across the harsh terrain. More than once Yerbol stopped, hand gripped tightly on the hilt of his dual bladed saber and looked around warily to find nothing. Frustration threatened to creep into his thinking at the strange situation, but almost every time he wanted to grumble or exclaim a threat against the whispers and shuffles, he calmed himself, attempting to pick out the sources of the noise. He suggested to Aria during a quiet moment that Manus could have made it to Tattoine and was projecting illusions in order to mess with their heads, but it didn't seem like a "Manus" type move for him to try and deal with the Champions alone. So far Manus had shown the Qyaari (and reminded those who knew him previously) that he was strategist who tried to maximize scenarios for the most he could extract from them. An attack on the duo while in deep space like this was unlikely and Aria confirmed as much as they walked into the encampment. The tents and makeshift metallic buildings(colloquially referred to as "pop-ups") bristled at a breeze that accompanied them in, prompting a few of the dwellers to emerge. Yerbol nearly gasped. 
[i]They're so...young[/i]

Indeed they were, from the looks of it, no more than sixteen. Children still gripped in the throes of chaos that the Qyaari were seeking to obliterate. A mental note was made in the Champion's head to discuss better efforts to reach isolated Force users like these. He wanted more thoughts that surfaced with Aria, business called him back to reality. 

He listened to the exchange and contributed mostly affirmations of their account, but when Kartan asked if Manus was capable of raiding his own people for followers, Yerbol spoke indignantly: 
"If you saw the assassins on Coruscant, the near diplomatic crisis on Kashyyk, the jail where Jean Soto was broken out...I think you'd be much more willing to believe us." 
"Indeed I would. But as Viqi pointed out, we haven't seen anything except for stolen supplies in a hidden part of Coruscant of these 'Faceless' that aren't eve-" Viqi's concern was evident in his voice despite the almost serene expression, piquing the former Master's attention. He, Vaerth and the Champions made their way to the entrance, all the while harried looks of concern followed them. 
"What is it?" Yaim stood next to Viqi, the young man insisting that he do the perimeter check with the slightly older Zabrak. It was he who addressed Kartan:
"See there? In the distance to the west?" A few black specks were seen cascading towards them, their shapes indeterminable, but headed in their direction with reckless precision. 
"I do. It could be scavengers, Hutt cartel members on a joyride, oth-"
"Do joyriders launch flares in the air?" Viqi motioned to the once clear sky, which was now littered with glittering fragments of orange and yellow. 
"Those riders are getting closer and presumably have back up. Whoever they are, they can't know we're here until we have their motives exposed." Kartan took a sideways glance at Vaerth, their non-verbal form of communicating evident for a few moments before he nodded.
"A fair point. Yaim, get the entrance barred and shields up. I'll do what I can to shield the outpost with an illusion. Yerbol, Aria, Vaerth, stay with me in case things get hairy. I wouldn't mind having the back-up." 

The thin metallic walls of the outpost were now covered in sand as was their position, which was a few meters away from the entrance. 
"I am seriously in awe of what you can do." Yerbol said with an amazed smile, Kartan snorting a chuckle. 
"I've done a lot more than this in my heyday." Not willing to indulge in what exactly he did, the former Masters quickly whispered:
"Ahead, maybe two hundred yards off." The group settled into semi crouched positions as they watched the once unknowable black specks zoom into view, the speeder bikes halting several feet away from the compound. Their armor bore an all too familiar color scheme, although a few moments later they were joined by two heavily armored humans with the same pattern as the Gamorrean's necklace emblazoned on the chestpiece. 
"This is it, I'm telling you!" One of the Faceless protested, her voice almost at a whine. 
"You have access to their base and yet you still can't point us in the right direction? Just like the depot." Another Faceless dismounted the bike.
"No, no, these ARE the coordinates." He hesitated.
"Something's off. I know they're there, I can feel people, I can-" The other armored human slung a grenade launcher off his back and fired it at the innocent sand dune, which pierced Kartan's illusion quickly.
"NOW!" Kartan commanded before shouting:
"LEAVE ONE ALIVE! WE NEED INTEL!"