As Jace continued to follow the presence of what he presumed had been the attacker, further warning signals flared up across the holographic display of his helm.

[i]Warning: Temple Breach Detected[/i]

The Supreme Commander cursed silently, but in a way, this likely confirmed much of what he expected. Few groups truly cared for what might remain in the ruins of the Jedi temple other than the Sith or the Jedi, and while matters had become strained between the Republic and the Order, he highly doubted even the most extreme offshoots of the Jedi would resort to terrorism to steal away their old secrets.

Response times were slow, much of the emergency services and military responders had yet to properly react. He may have been named Supreme Commander this very day, but they were still not used to receiving direct orders in the manner he had intended to give them. This would have to change, but right now wasn't the time for reform, he had to act before more bombs went off.

Beneath his armour, Jace rolled his shoulders, before with a steady release of breath, he ran forwards, throwing himself back out the shattered window from which he had arrived. He fell for half a second before with a slow blink, he triggered the jets on his suit. While the Havoc Armour had been based of the Mandalorians, to avoid the structural weakness of the external jetpack, the Havoc armour instead relied on a series of small jets that were more designed to direct falling or for the vacuum of space. He had to fire every single one and burn out their fuel supplies to propel him the distance he needed, and even then, it was hardly a fine art. Maybe not fine, but it was fast.

Jace Maclom burned through the air in a streak of igniting fuel, white and orange. The distance blurred away, only slowing when his suit accounted for the fact he had to survive the landing. With a heavy crash, he connected with the roof upon which his target had been spotted, coming to a crashing halt in what was definitely an emergency landing, rolling several times before he sprang up, pistol at the ready. The indirect form of flight had meant he had more distance than he would have liked between his target and him, but it was better than being several blocks away with a sidearm.

"Drop your weapons, down on the ground." Jace's voice carried 'loud' over the external speakers of his armoured suit, to be heard easily over even the noise of traffic and disaster around them, steadily pacing towards the unidentified target.