The Jedi Knight's long legs propelled him quickly through the Corellian Sector of the smuggler's moon, the irritation evident in his eyes keeping him from being accosted by the various characters who called Nar Shaddaa their home. Gone were his Jedi robes, the Knight having left them in his ship in favor for an outfit that would allow him to blend in easier amongst the criminals, gamblers, and spacers who frequented the Corellian Sector. His long jacket allowed him to conceal both his lightsaber and his blaster, though he had positioned the blaster in such a way that it would be easily spotted by people looking for weapons. He was doing everything he could to avoid being identified as a Jedi, at least until he needed to identify himself as one. The rest of his equipment, such as his comlink, spanner, and even a vibroblade in a holster on his ankle, could easily be carried by anyone and, as such, he had no need to hide it.
Approximately one rotation before, a Republic senator had been murdered in this very sector and his body taken by a gang that referred to themselves as the Warriors of Justice. The brief he had received from the Council had little intel, though the Republic's liaison had been able to shed a little light on the group. They were a known terrorist group and, until the assassination of the senator, had avoided the scrutiny of the Republic. They were unaffiliated, at least as far as any of the known Hutt families were concerned, and their rhetoric consisted mainly of decrying the lack of the Republic to do anything about increasing crime rates and proliferation of spice and illegal weapons. Were it not for the fact that they had publicly claimed credit for the senator's assassination, the Republic likely would have cracked down on the Hutts themselves. As it were, however, the group had managed to do nothing but undermine their own goals, primarily because the Hutts had agreed to work with the Republic if they sent an investigation.
Given that he was the closest Jedi in the region, having been handling a trade dispute on Daalang, Celtar had been dispatched to investigate the assassination and, if able, bring the Warriors of Justice to justice. So far, his investigation had returned little. There was little footage of the area where the senator had been slain and, of what existed, the details were poor at best. Eyewitnesses hadn't made themselves known and, as murders were common on Nar Shaddaa, few people even remembered the incident a day later. Of those who had remembered the killing, even fewer wished to speak with him. It was only based on one off-handed comment that gave Celtar the hunch to investigate a nearby cantina.
The sign above the cantina was dirty and damaged and Celtar couldn't even read the name above the door. As he walked in, he stretched out with the Force. He was searching for guidance, of an indication of where to go, or of a person of interest to whom he could talk. Nar Shaddaa's presence in the Force was booming as a result of the billions of people who lived onworld, though the flow of the Force was hard to decipher even for Celtar. He kept up his mental search as he made his way to the bar, locking eyes with the Zabrak woman who was tending the bar. "I'll have a Rodian Splice and start a tab," he said loud enough for her and a few others near him to hear. He was playing the part of the headstrong but desperate smuggler and, while he wanted to begin asking her questions immediately, the Force told him that now was not the time to do so.
And so he grabbed his drink from the bar and made his way towards a corner table with a good view of not only the door but the whole cantina. The Force had led him here for a reason and he knew better than to ignore its will. If it wanted him to wait, he would wait. At the very least, he had a good drink to sip on.