Gloopra saw the last of the goons being rounded up before he came around a corner and felt something hit him like a punch to the gut. Drawing his green Lightsaber, without igniting it, he approached the man in the dark cloak. He listened to him talk to the Commander and the padawan, then saw the rest of the party starting to close in. "Stay back." he ordered to the mercenaries. "In the name of the Senate of the Galactic Republic. I am hereby placing you under arrest." He said, sternly. He then saw the Padawan ignite her lightsaber, claiming that taking him in would be difficult. "Not while I am here. Now put the weapon down, that's not the way Jedi do things." He grumbled. He couldn't believe that he was the one being the voice of reason here. The boy was strong in the force, that much was obvious, but he was about to face down one of the Jedi's hardest veterans, one who trained under Grand Master Luke Skywalker. "You will stand trial. Now, drop your weapons." He ordered. "I will not ask again." He ignited his own blade and brought the tip into a defensive position as he adopted Form-VI Ataru, a stance designed for a single duel. If the man knew anything about Lightsaber forms, he would know that Gloopra was ready for any attack against his person. "Make a move that's not to disarm and I drop you. Padawan, once he has disarmed, bind him." He ordered. He had faced a few Sith before, but not many.

Something pinged in his head. Danger... He heard the shot from the Sniper Rifle and with almost instintive presicion, drew his Blue Lightsaber and threw it to intercept the sniper-bolt, doing so forcing him to change his stance instantly and losing the advantage on an attempted escape from this mysterious being

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Vrerr listened to Match, he did speak some sense, she did not live here, she didn't fully understand the political climate, nobody did except the top-brass of the crime syndicates. Just as she was about to speak, the Jedi Shadow jumped in. She listened to the Jedi's wise words, it was clear that she was versed in the ways of war, something that a Pacifist like Vrerr could never truly learn about. Her specialty was not fighting. As the Jedi came to the end of her tirade, Vrerr stood for a few moments.

"I... If the crime here truly is a disease... An infection if you would, then Knight Sato is correct. A scalpel will prove much more effective than a butcher's knife. That being said, I appreciate that this is a Military operation, but diplomacy may still be an option for talking down some of the smaller crime families. Stopping the crime here altogether is impossible. Even on Coruscant, the heart of the Republic, crime is still a very real threat. But the important part is finding a way to control and minimize it. As disgusted as I am to be contemplating this, I am nothing if not a realist. I believe that several of the smaller, less experienced families will be more than willing to help us oust the larger ones and put them in charge. We will then be able to use their illusion of power to slowly and surely take control of the planet away from them." She sighed. "It is dishonest, underhanded and allows wicked men to go unpunished... But as night falls, this is the way I can see bloodshed being kept to a minimum." She looked around the room and saw the looks on everyone's faces. "You fight this war in your way, allow me to suggest we fight it in mine."