She knew she wasn't far from the Ord Mantell, which was good in case if she needed flight fast. Most of these ships that were coming here didn't stay for long, as it was usually their drop off stop for passengers before they went to join the junkyard on Ord Mantell. Either that, or it was a jumper ship between Ankus and Ord Mantell. The ones that went to Ord Mantell, though, were either to join the junkyard, OR pick up passengers to take back into the Republic (usually whilst towing a ship to go into the junkyard).
Malara did find out, though, that the ship she had been on was a rare exception to the rule. It was a trader ship, looking to buy the strange fruits that the Duros, Mon Calamari, and Bith's preferred. Apparently, it could only be grown on certain kinds of planets, and not all of those planets were necessarily open to trade with the Republic.
Malara glanced around, and was thankful that she had thought to steal a book from the ship about how to learn Cragii, the native language on Ankus. The Cragmoloid, a Pachydermoid species, were large, intimidating at times, and usually only spoke their own language. To get on the bad side of one of these 3-meter tall monstrosities meant trouble, and that was something Malara had every intention of avoiding... for now.
She saw a sign on a nearby building, that had "INN" written very crudely on it in Galactic Basic. Upon entering, she immediately noticed that the stench was much less foul in here. She saw only three Cragmoloids in the foyer, one tending the bar, and the other two sitting at table by themselves in the corner of the room. Her instincts used the Force to scan the room, starting in the corners and going inwards. She sensed no ill intentions towards herself, but two Trandoshan's sitting in the far corner were considering robbing the bar.
Malara immediately decided that, considering her large headache that was quickly forming, she needed a smoke and a drink. She walked up to a bar and sat on the stool.
"Hey, stranger." The Cragmoloid said in Huttese with a chuckle, noticing her exhaustion as she plopped onto the stool. She looked up at him in some shock.
"I did not realize that there were Cragmoloids that spoke Huttese." He shrugged as he cleaned a glass.
"Those of us who have to deal with off-worlders on a day-to-day basis normally choose to, since most off-worlders speak Huttese." He set down the glass. "What can I help you with?" She sighed.
"First things first, one Corellian Ale, and if you don't have that, just give me the strongest stuff you got." He laughed heartily at this, fetched a bottle and a glass, and set both before her.
"You're lucky, this is my last bottle." She poured a full glass, and took a quick drink. "What was number two?" She looked at him very seriously.
"Are cigarra's allowed in here? Or do I have to take it outside?"
"We have a room upstairs that is reserved for such things." She nodded.
"As for the third thing, do not look, but there are two Trandoshan's sitting in the far corner. They have every intention of robbing you blind as soon as I get up and go upstairs." She sensed the panic rising in him. She touched his hand to help him calm down. "Now, listen carefully. I am a Jedi, and I'm going to help you, but you must listen to my exact instructions. I will tell you this only once. Pick up the glass next to your trunk and begin to clean it if you understand." As calmly as he could, he saw the glass she had mentioned, and began to clean it. "Good. Now, I am going to finish my bottle, and then act as though I will be heading upstairs. I will need a key to a room, as well. Any key will do. When the two stand to come to the bar, I will come up behind them with my lightsaber and detain them. Just remain calm, and do as they ask until I arrive. If you do not understand, do not stop cleaning the glass. If you do, give me a key to a room." Not as calmly as before, but still enough that she marveled at his acting skill, he set down the glass, reached behind the counter, and handed her a key he had grabbed. She thanked him, placed it in a pocket, and continued to drink as though nothing was wrong.
After 10 minutes of sitting quietly, drinking her ale, she finished and stood. She quickly paid the bartender, and wrapping her cloak securely around her body, she headed upstairs. As soon as her foot touched that first step, she sensed that the Trandoshan's were preparing to move. She had to only go up five or six steps before she heard the screeching of the chairs against the wooden floor. Knowing her dark cloak secured her from their vision, she stopped, and turned around slowly. She watched them stand, and move towards the bar, and out of her sight. She moved quietly down the steps, keeping a lock on their position through the Force.
She could feel the ale start to effect her body some, but it wasn't enough to get her drunk... yet. She thanked the Force for Zabrak vitality, because she knew if she were a mere human, what she was about to do would be quite difficult for she would be more than tipsy.
She stalked up behind them, watching them pull blasters from their holsters and point them at the bartender. She heard them tell him to give them all his money just as she activated her lightsaber. Just as the Cragmoloid was moving towards the register, her silver blade appeared at the slightly larger of the two Trandoshan's throat.
"Drop your weapons." She said quietly, pulling the blade a little closer than necessary to his throat.
"Pleasssssssse, misssssss. We did not wissssssssh to causssssse any harm to him." Said her captive, and she could sense the lies and his squirming.
"I do not have to be a Jedi to know that that is a lie. Now, drop your weapons, or I will not be moved from removing your head from your neck." Both blasters fell to the floor, but she sensed the deception. "All of them, else it shall be your hands and not your heads." They looked at each other with fear, and quickly began disarming themselves. She turned to the Cragmoloid, "Call the local law enforcement." He nodded, slightly afraid of the woman before him. She rolled her eyes at him, but continued to hold her captive. A moment later, two Republic soldiers came in with their blaster rifles at the ready. "Greetings, officers." They were surprised, to say the least, to see a Jedi in the middle of this.
"A-a Jedi!" Said one. "He must be the intelligent one." Malara thought to herself bitterly.
"Yes, I am a Jedi. These two gentlemen here were about to rob this Inn blind. I highly recommend that you arrest them for attempted robbery." The second officer nodded, and moved to arrest them.
"Wait," said the first officer, "How do we know you're really a Jedi? Jedi never come out this far, and if they were, we would have heard about it." She rolled her eyes again, and every glass and piece of silverware in the entire room slowly began to levitate into the air. The second officer turned back to the first, and she could sense his fear.
"I think she's a Jedi, Bill." Deciding she had had enough of his arrogance, she instilled the same kind of fear in this 'Bill' as the second, wiser officer. He nodded to his friend.
"I agree, Tom. Alright, arrest them." He said, indicating to the Trandoshan's. "And you!" He said to Malara as she began to turn away, deactivating her lightsaber. She tried not to, but she couldn't help but feel bitterness wash over her in waves. "You'll be coming with us. The commander is going to want to hear about this! A Jedi! In our sector! And we didn't even know about it!" She put her lightsaber away, and even though she was going to give the bartender the key to the room back, he told her to keep it. She could use the room when she came back. She thanked him, and followed the two officers out.