Walking through the pristine, shimmering complex of Ahto City was borderline awe inspiring. Everything was so well maintained, so well kept that it made the most beautiful gardens on Tython look like a field of bantha droppings in comparison. The Selkath natives didn't seem to be in very much of a hurry, but most of the visitors were hurriedly moving from one destination to the next, some carrying datapads talking loudly into their earpieces while others stood at observation points conversing in hushed tones with one another. 
"So turn right at the salvage...shop..." He looked up at a sign with two gears overlapping, the universal symbol for scrap peddlers, complying with the directive from the Selkath receptionist. They strolled through yet another sterile, off-aqua colored hallway before emerging into a densely packed area with taller buildings and foot traffic of all types of species. About two hundred yards off, a large eggshell colored building stood with the banner of the Republic proudly waving in front. Yerbol felt a knot growing in his stomach as Aria mentioned schematics, fully aware that the two of them had no access to any of those necessary components for a stealthy romp through the Republic base. The duo moved forward to within about a hundred yards before Aria halted his progress and encouraged him to follow her down an alleyway that presumably led to another portion of this sector. When she brought up the potential of breaking in from a rear entrance, he nodded.
"Best way I can think of at the moment. Problem is we would have to get around the sides of the building first and..." Yerbol poked his head out of the alleyway, noting that there were several street sweepers vacant, tucked up against the backs of the buildings on this street. In the distance was the left most edge of the Embassy. Flanking all of this was a barrier of about five feet that allowed for partial viewing of the ocean and other parts of Ahto City while still protecting those who wanted to view from tumbling over. 
"We've got a couple of options." He motioned to the sweepers, which were about four feet in length with circular buffers underneath and an uncovered seat on top. 
"We can play the role of maintenance workers hired on by the Embassy, ask for the service entrance and get in that way...or we can try to bluff our way in as Jedi that need to speak to the Ambassador, then break off from the main entrance." He resumed eye contact with Aria before continuing:
"It wouldn't be hard to get some clothing from a vendor that would look a bit more...maintenance looking than what we've got on now...or we can just try to see if they'll be duped by our bluff. We have the sabers to prove our affiliation and the Republic, whether or not you knew this, doesn't actually log Jedi into their database. They say it's a 'sign of respect' that the Order can take care of their own. We can easily exploit that...or if you have any other ideas, I'd love to hear them."