"I hope it will," he smiled faintly. "A nearby sector contains facilities previously used by a terrorist organization responsible for thousands of Imperial deaths. Their network may be plotting more attacks." Had the news of the bombing reached the Republic? He had no idea. It had been several months, now, but an event like that might have been censored in Imperial broadcasts. Their secret intelligence service would know, but... possibly not this Jedi. It might sound like he was making things up.

And he sort of was, he had some vague leads from Lord Rathari that seemed plausible enough as a cover story. He'd barely been involved in this since that tip-off about the labs. That'd been the one where he'd gotten his nose broken, and Vette had not let him live that down. "I intend to search for information, then leave. No violence is required."