"Hey wait, are you one of those friggin Jedi? We don't allow your kind in here." The Aqualish bartender said to Kadan, who was seated at one of the stools in a dive bar in the sleazier side of Coruscant. He had finished his mission for Crusade, having slain all the targets in a very public way which should create hysteria against the Jedi. He just needed to lay low until the Sith lord called him back for the next stage. He could sense that he wasn't the only one in this bar laying low, but he still didn't need to take a chance of the bartender exposing him.

"I am not a Jedi, just a merchant, now why don't you get me a water?" Kadan said, waving his hand slighty as he played a mind trick upon the bartender, which worked quite well as the bartender dropped the subject, even apologizing before moving away to get Kadan his drink order. The Sith sat silent once more, his arms crossed and rested on the table as he waited inside the dimly lit, dimly filled bar. He could count the number of patrons, along with the bartender on his two hands. He disliked being in places like this they were dirty and filled to the brim with fools and idiots. But, he needed to be here, so he would need to keep his calm and endure. 

He said no words as the bartender came back, placing a glass of water in front of Kadan, mumbling something about how much the drink would cost. Kadan took a sip, and waited, his mind filling with the sights of him striking down each of the prisoners, one by one, in perfect view of many citizens. He had to admire his own work, managing to get away with all of that, a smirk emerging on his face