[center][h2]Tarion Je'and|Investigating a mess[/h2][/center]

Search as he might, the Paladin could come up with no leads to the Jedi, nor their previous whereabouts on the ship, so after nearly two hours of searching, he instead set to finding out where he could go to learn more about the current arrangement of Hutt space. And while he had heard that no one knew more about the state of affairs in the sector than [i]Paradise[/i]'s owner, Koren Graeff, the member of the Order of the Grey had no desire to risk opening his Order, his family, to another Witch Hunt like what the Jedi had done years prior at the hint of a non-Jedi sect. Heading to one of the seedier, or as seedy as it could be on a place with incredibly strict non-violence rules, bars, known as the Tipsy Rancor.

When he walked in, he took distinct notice of the fact that they were still cleaning up after what seemed to be a bar fight, and giving medical treatment to one of the participants. Shaking his head that there were those still foolhardy enough to risk tangling with the ever watchful security forces for breaking the rules, he approaches the bar. "What'll it be?" The bartender doesn't even look up from his work, preferring to stick to cleaning the glasses and other duties. Tarion chuckles before answering, taking a seat.

[color=41D1EE]"No drink today, just information."[/color] The bartender glances at him and shrugs, returning to his job.

"You're in the right place. Meet with Mister Graeff and you'll get all the info you need." Tarion shakes his head at the man.

[color=41D1EE]"Information that won't have me meeting with your employer is the best bet."[/color] He knew he was already on the cameras, but without a name, Koren had nothing on him, or at least nothing meaningful. The man behind the bar finally looked up from his work and gave the Paladin a good look, narrowing his eyes.

"That's a dangerous thing to ask on [i]Paradise[/i], buddy." Tarion simply grinned, keeping his eyes on the bartender's.

[color=41D1EE]"And your answer?"[/color] He would ask as he slid a couple hundred credits across the counter. After a quick check to make sure no one else was looking, he took the credits and pocketed them.

"Nar Shaddaa. It's close to Hutta and the Hutt Queen's seat of power, basically making it so nothing happens without it reaching the Smuggler's Moon." Nodding his thanks, the Paladin stood and left the bar, making his way slowly towards the hangar with his ship in it. Nar Shaddaa was a far more dangerous place for someone with lightsabers to be, but he also knew that the sight of a lightsaber would discourage most. After a moment of brief debate as he walked, he decided to stick to his plan and sped up. Nar Shaddaa would give him an idea of where to start.

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The sounds and sights of the Smuggler's Moon were just as Tarion Je'and had always heard, loud, bright, and incredibly distracting if you didn't tune them out, which was a task in and of itself. [color=41D1EE]"Bah, crazy people living in a place like this..."[/color] Tarion muttered, walking the streets of the city planet. So far he had tried four different bars, all with the same general information, Kintan had been liberated or conquered, Timana was to take it back, and there were new powers, as of yet unidentified, in the sector of space. He was sure his Uncle was one of those factions, but he had no confirmation, so he did not let the idea stick in his head.

After some time, he wandered towards one of the landmarks of the planet, Grakkus the Hutt's arena. Perhaps he could find someone there.