With landing procedures completed, Ozrick stepped out of the corvette and out into the whirlwind of activity that was the landing bay. Crafts of every size landed all around him, dozens of delegations scrambled in every direction in varying states of organization. Station crew members ran left and right, scrambling to deal with influx and hundreds of protocol violations at once. The thin air carried the smell of ozone and the sound of dozens of arguments. And that was simply the scene from his physical senses, through the force he could feel the presence of hundreds of Jedi starkly against the background of the great wound in the force.

As he made his way out of the landing bay he began performing an exercise Kernden had taught him to isolate what the force was making him feel. It began with him taking inventory of everything he was feeling. The pressure on the soles of his feet as he walked, the cold air on his skin, the tug of his clothing, that itch on the back of his head, an ache in his left elbow from and old injury. Next he moved onto more emotional sensations; irritability from tabac withdrawal [i] Maybe I can sneak a cigarra while Kenden is away[/i]; fear from being around this many Jedi's for the first time [i] Kernden's right I barely act like a Jedi, how can I expect these guys to buy it[/i]; anxiety from sensing the wound in the force [i] I felt this sometime on Taris in Memorial District, such an unnatural amount of death[/i]; and finally grief from now where [i] what am I grieving?[/i] Was it the people of Alderaan killed long ago with out a chance of resisting? No this felt closer to him some recent like the loss of a family member. But he couldn't remember what or who it was.

This was what the force was making him feel, if he knew if he followed it he would discover something, he just didn't know what. He snapped out of his meditation just in time avoid running into another delegation. Not Jedi by the look of them, a merchant prince judging by the size of his security detail. For a brief moment he looked into the visor of one of the troopers, something told him that they looked back but it the tinted visor made it impossible to be sure. For a split second the grief he was feeling lessened. It wasn't much but it sent his inspector's intuition into overdrive. So he took a few quick steps and caught up the commando and began walking along side her. After a moment he thought of something to say to Cassandra, "Don't suppose you would mind telling me who that is," he asked, pointing to Kuati heir.