The force felt warm and vibrant in a way that it normally wasn't in the crowded room. The ancient and decedent ballroom was a remnant of a past that Coruscant had forsaken, except for the elite. The top percent of the food chain in the mega-city, the few were often called 'The Crowd'. Aptly named simply for the fact that no one knew who any of them were.
Credits changed hands so often that no one was for sure part of the top percent and it helped that The Crowd had so many credits at their fingertips that no one would figure out their identities and it helped that everyone was masked. Some wore full masks but most had open mouthed masks that showed their lips and chins. It didn't give away who they were but allowed them to partake in drink and food as these events often lasted hours into the dawn.
The force told Yan Dooku to look closer at the ornate railing, the golden monstrosity of greed and money should have looked beautiful but it was built on the backs of the poor who simply got poorer as time went on as the rich preyed on them, at least on Serenno he could control that kind of greed to a certain extent.
A glint in the force caught his attention and he sighed mentally at the stupidity he found himself having to deal with. Yan knew that Yoda would send in someone to investigate The Crowd, but the old troll had deemed fit to throw Obi-Wan Kenobi into another undercover mission. If Yoda wasn't mostly in charge of undercover missions Obi-Wan could have very easily been overlooked for undercover missions to The Crowd, but then again he was a master negotiator. Even if it usually ended in disaster these days, not that it was his fault.
Obi-wan wasn't as familiar with his force signature as he was the younger man's and It helped that he was also wearing a low-level force inhibitor in the form of a thin golden band that draped across his neck and Jugular notch, it wouldn't stop him from using the force but it would dull his signature, hide it even better within the dark-side. Obi-wan wouldn't even know it was him even if he was kissing the younger man.
He paused at the thought, Obi-wan was a very beautiful young man. He would give him credit where it was due, and it had crossed his mind before. Kissing the man, soft touches causing Obi-wan to pant and arch, taking in pleasure he would have denied himself when he took on a padawan, those were simple pleasures when Yan allowed his thoughts to wander.
Thanks to the mask and inhibitor he could possibly get Obi-wan in a compromising position, one that might cause him to allow heated looks, warm caresses, and hidden kisses. Before the man carried out his mission and ran away from such things, and he was certain Obi-wan would second guess himself, would ask himself if he should allow such contact. If it was worth the effort for possible information.
He strolled to Obi-wan's side as the man looked over guided railing down at the dance floor where many members of The Crowd danced with one another. "Rather drab of them to celebrate while so many die in a war that didn't even need to be." Obi-wan turned to him, the mask was fairly plain compared to most of The Crowd's usual kind, It had an open mouth and chin and Obi-wan had clearly shaved for this. That was a shame, he looked far too young without his beard. His ever-changing eyes, however, were far too old, this war had made him see too much, do too much.
"Some would argue that it was a necessary change in the galaxy." Dark sides advocate, hm. He hadn't expected that. "Oh? I see it as a waste, all those lives affected by war for what? The right to be free of a republic that has withstood time? What could possibly be the point?" Obi-wan seemed to contemplate that. "Perhaps they felt that the Republic is far too big and since many of the planets that became part of the separatist movement were far away from the heart of the republic and that they were treated as mere annoyances rather than part of the republic."
Yan had preyed on that fear, and it was actually a valid one. Many planets didn't get the attention they deserved and now they were being led around by fear and power. They deserved better than the meager attention his master had told him to give them, the false hope. "Ah, how rude of me. I haven't introduced myself, I call myself Kemenwati." Obi-wan nodded; "Ina."
Yan would help Obi-wan figure out just how much The Crowd actually helped the Sith, he was starting to rebel against his 'master'. A master who hadn't really taught him anything new in months and whose plan was starting to fall apart the more he thought about it. An Empire would throw the Sith into the light, and Jedi who survived the culling would be gunning for them or more accurately Palpatine and Skywalker.
He had no doubt's in his mind as to what Sidious was doing to Skywalker, what he'd been planning for years already. He was a puppet and he needed to shed his masters' strings before his 'master' cut the strings himself. Loud laughter caused him to scowl, "Perhaps we could take this conversation somewhere, more quiet?" Obi-wan took a moment to weight that and finally nodded before allowing himself to be led to a 'quiet spot'.