Senator Lobs seems content to ride on in silence.
The office complex of the Fest Corporation is like every other structure in Fest City; immense, block-like, and gray. However, it is possibly the largest building in the city. It towers above most of the nearby structures. It supports its own power generator, which you can see fenced off behind it, and a security wall surrounds the whole thing. The security wall is lined with elevated guard towers. You pass under a pair as you go through the only gate in the wall, a solid metal blast-resistant surface that grinds slowly out of the way. The laser wall that replaces it drops shortly after.
Your speeder hums through the gate and approached by three persons; a Festan mercenary, a Mantooinian soldier, and a battle droid. All three hold scanners and wave them around the speeder.
We will make that a Law + Intelligence roll as you try thinking of something. One success there.
You can argue your status as a Jedi peacekeeper if you want, but that is at the discretion of local law enforcement. It would be Persuade + Charisma to negotiate that with the parties sent to disarm you.
The other option is that you stay outside and do not participate in the negotiations.
With the Mantooinians and Festans present, we put it to a Force roll to see if the Leadership you exude takes. Three successes is enough for them to bend on the policy.
With the battle droid, it is a straight Leadership skill check without the benefit of your powers. You roll two successes... battle droids are not strong-willed whatsoever, so it bends also.
You can keep your lightsabers.
Going forward, once you have passed the initial security checkpoint, you follow Senator Lobs and his attendants into the corporate offices. The Fest Corps' offices are just as dull inside as they are outside; long gray hallways leading to offices and cubicles and computer banks.
You are led through the drab cubicles and past gray doors to offices until you arrive at a central lift, large enough to take a great party to the higher levels of the complex. Senator Lobs strides into the center and one of his attendants keys in the code to the top floor.
"Try not to interfere too much," Senator Lobs says. "I know you want to help but you are just observing. Okay?"
The lift arrives at the top level after a short, rapid ascent. It opens onto a floor with little difference in style, aside from being a wide open floor with narrow slit windows overlooking Fest City. The natural white light of Fest's sun reflecting off the ice and snow gives the meeting room a cold, harsh tone. It is also only lightly heated... you had thought to discard your heavy cloak but decide to keep it on. Senator Lobs certainly keeps his, declining when an attendant offers to hang it for him.
You are early - the Federation and Mantooinian representatives have not arrived. But Hardrew of the Miners' Guild has already arrived, and there is a thin man in an all-white suit ensemble sitting at the head of the steely banquet table. You glances at you, then turns to Hardrew.
"Who is she?" he asks snappily.
"That's the Jedi Knight, sir," Hardrew answers in a neutral tone.
"Oh," the man in white says, glancing at you again. "Well..."