The turbolift Mal rode to level 3322 was Restricted Access. He might have preferred to take normal routes, but Master Onph had walked him personally and had used his own clearance card to call the lift, so Mal didn't resist. He had briefly checked in with his immediate POC before his meet up with Jace Tovak, known smuggler. Tovak had been of considerable help to the Order on occasion - and a considerable pain in the backside at other times as well.
Mal cleared his mind, extended his feelings like tendrils in the Force reaching out to sense the 'here and now'. The turbolift reached it's terminal end a few levels above 3322, giving Mal the chance to stretch his legs, walk about the public and get a sense of the area. He'd been to to level 3322 many years ago, briefly, and in hot pursuit of a dangerous criminal. This time he'd have a bit more freedom to look around.
The denizens of level 3322 were preoccupied with themselves for the most part. Mal had an imposing build, but years of practice had honed the Jedi's ability to keep a low profile in a crowd. He minded his own business in truth, and he maintained a non-judgmental attitude toward others.
People do and act as they feel they must, he thought.
If they cross the law, then they will answer to it. It was simple, but orderly.
Mal passed a musician just outside the entrance to Kaadu Palace. Down on his luck.
Some of these musicians are immensely talented, thought Mal as he flipped a chit worth 5 credits into the helmet and smiled at the performer.
A different set of circumstances and I'm paying ten times more for the same performance.
Entering Kaadu Palace wasn't alarming, Mal had seen it all and had tolerated much worse. He entered nonchalantly and began looking for the smuggler among the patrons.
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