"A Republic ordered investigation is being conducted, and as such, of little to no business of civilians, armed or otherwise. Should your… assistance be required, you will be informed through the proper channels."
*He barely looks up from directing men to their specified zones, not completely ignoring the civilian, but offering little in the way of acknowledgment. He’s a soldier is his thought, not a diplomat. With a last adjustment to placement, he finally looks up for a moment, as if that is all he can spare.* "That being said sir, you’ll note that my title is Commander, not tool. If that’s all…?”
*Lip curling into a sneer, He takes a step back, assuming a fighting stance. He's not about to be spoken to in such a manner, especially by a clone.*"Your republic has no jurisdiction out here, This planet is well within neutral territory, and even if it wasn't you are Not welcome here." *There's a dull roar and ten deathwatch commandos bring their jetpacks to a landing. They form a circle around Wolffe and his two men, each of them pointing their gauntlets at the outnumbered clones. Vizsla's face breaks into a wide grin and he draws the darksaber on his belt, igniting it and leveling it toward the Clone Commander *"But since you've decided to show up, why don't you stay for a while?"
