The Crescent Royale Casino was stunning. Its gilded golden exterior paired with its high-class partygoers set it apart from anywhere else on Cantonica. But Javelin Kell wasn't here for that. A Jedi had been murdered. And Javelin was tracking the killer.
Javelin was a shadow on the walls of the Crescent Royale Casino. He dressed in formal wear, abandoning his traditional Jedi robes for the sake of his mission. He didn't have his lightsabers on him, instead replaced by an old-fashioned LL-30 blaster pistol that rested on his hip. This blaster was becoming more commonplace on his missions. He no longer saw it as uncivilized. And even when he did, he knew that sometimes he had to be uncivilized to accomplish his mission. And he always accomplished his mission.
Javelin's only companion was his ID10 seeker droid, who hid in the shadows, awaiting Javelin's signal to strike. At a moment's notice, the ID10 could emerge from the shadows to shock one of Javelin's enemies or rush to retrieve Javelin's lightsabers if things went really wrong. But for now, it acted as a scout, its singular red eye narrowing in on anything that looked remotely suspicious. Javelin was the weapon, the ID10 was the eyes.