You had never been to the lower levels of Coruscant. You had heard about it, of course, but no Padawan's were permitted there without the presence of a Jedi Knight. But when it came to a mission of this caliber, it was warranted.

After the two attempts on Master Mace Windu's life, and a bit of research on the late Mandalorian Jango Fett, Master Plo Koon and you had made it to one seedy bar that Jango had frequented in hopes to find out more about Boba Fett. The Kel Dor made sure you were kept close to him, his clawed hand hovering conspicuously over the lightsaber on his hip.

"Just... try to blend in." He spoke quietly, his deep, raspy voice calm. He'd done this a million times. You hadn't. And he knew that taking you into a bar in the lower levels was... not great, but it was necessary.

"Listen. You may be surprised what people reveal when they have been... drinking."