Erik's ship pulled out of hyperspace over Coruscant, in orbit over the planet as his ship's ID codes were being transmitted to the authorities planetside. It was several minutes before his ship was recognized. "Ah, Mr. Detta. Feel free to land at anytime." He returned it with a quick "Thank ya kindly", then pulled his ship down towards the planet. In minutes he was swooping low over the incredible metropolis that covered the planet entirely, finding a docking bay in which to dock his ship. He killed the power and climbed out of the spacecraft, leaving his helmet in the cockpit. The rest of his armor he kept on. It would mark him for who he was: A Mandalorian.
He paid the docking authorities for the space and continued on his way. He'd hit up an old favorite tonight, the Drunken Jawa. As far as he was concerned, they served up the strongest Juma Juice in the galaxy. Didn't taste too foul, either. He stepped into the cantina, a few people recognizing him quickly. Not all of the stares were friendly, but many were. He enjoyed a reputation around these parts due to his skills and willingness to work for the right price. "Mug of the juice, barkeep, and keep 'em coming." Tonight was gonna be fun.