His mother had always warned him to never go down as deep as this when it came to the underworld of Coruscant but Crix had changed a lot since his mother had tried her best to instill such wisdom into him. Sure, it was still sound advice but he had long since learned skills that would help him survive down on such a level but, for the purposes of this mission of his, he was doing his best to ignore each and every trained instinct he had developed over his entire life. The words of wisdom from his mother forgotten for the moment and everything the Jedi had taught him about being stealthy thrown out the window as well and all because of one thing.
"Hi, yes, excuse me, I'm looking for the remains of the Blackend Jet Empire?"
The whole point was to stand out like a sore thumb and he thought he was managing to do so wonderfully, stopping random passersby in the street to ask them about if they knew of the location of the surviving barabels of the crime syndicate known as the Blackened Jet Empire. Terrible name, really, but he wasn't really great at naming things himself so he refused to judge.
Hell, he had even gone out of his way to dress up like a Jedi probably would do in one of the more popular holonet shows about their misadventures. Probably one of the ones where there were numerous, sexy, misunderstandings.
But, again, the point was to be very noticeable and look like he didn't know what he was doing. Spotting a young woman who looked to be trying to keep her head down, Crix moved a little closer.
"Excuse me, miss? Have you seen this gang sign?" he asked, holding up a datapad with a spray-painted symbol for the BJE, "Really hoping I'll run into them soon, you know?"
@Arclight