It's behind him.

Okay so he goes there and opens it very slowly and slightly—

No alarms go off.

He can see sunlight through the crack.

Open more...?

Seems to be a street of some sort. Deserted for now. The buildings aren't very tall, four stories at most, but they are exceptionally pretty.

Huh. Why... is the street deserted in the middle of the day?

Whatever. He goes out and starts... walking. In a random direction.

The sun is actually fairly low in the sky, it just happened to line up to be shining in full on the door he just exited.

It's not long before he comes across some sort of marketplace, and people. The ones with the intricate gold-patterned blue skin and multifaceted orange eyes are the native Voss, and they make up the majority of the patrons. All the vendors are offworlders, though there are a few browsing.

Okay, and are there places like... well, like the Jedi temples anywhere nearby? Places where there's obviously Force-related stuff?

There's that fancy place on that rise over there, across the bridge. He can get that vague sort of sense from it.

Okay, he goes that way.

The guards at the bridge bar his path.

"Stop. Outsiders are not permitted."

"Oh. Why not?"

"The Mystics have spoken."

"Can one speak to them?"

"Not here. Inquire at your consul."

"—okay. Where are they?"

"To the northwest and southeast of the market."

"Thank you."

He goes northwest.

He sees increasing concentration of Imperial uniforms.

Nope, turn around—

Probably a good call. Must be the Imperial consulate up that way. He doesn't want to attract the attention of any Sith.

Yep, okay, southeast it is, then, Republic consulate, yes...?

Looks like it.

Of course, now he's going to be risking attracting the attention of Jedi...

At least they're unlikely to murder him for being annoying. Now who does he talk to...

There's guards, busy-looking bureaucrats walking around, someone behind a desk who is probably a receptionist...