I dont think so.

Tyrus Vastor stopped in his tracks, his sharp eyes narrowing as he took in the scene before him. A group of Hapan families—men, women, and children—were forced to their knees, surrounded by heavily armed guards. Fear radiated from the families like a palpable force, and the guards stood with blasters at the ready, their faces hard and devoid of sympathy.
One of the guards, an officer by his uniform, barked accusations. "Affiliates of the Crimson Veil. Traitors to the Consortium! You'll answer for your crimes." Tyrus inhaled deeply, forcing himself to remain calm. Every instinct screamed at him to act, but years of experience tempered his anger. Adjusting his lightsaber at his belt, he stepped forward. "That's a lot of accusations to level at civilians," he said evenly, his voice laced with an unmistakable edge.
The officer turned, his expression flickering with disdain. "Stay out of this, Jedi. These people are collaborators. We have orders to detain and interrogate anyone suspected of aiding the Crimson Veil."
Tyrus raised an eyebrow. " Excuse me? Interrogate? With kids in the mix? Real classy." He scanned the guards, noting the uneasy shifts in some of their stances.
"You don't understand the stakes," the officer snapped. "The Crimson Veil is tearing the Consortium apart and already is blooded. Anyone helping them is equally as guilty by our directives. We can't risk letting this cancer spread. Pfft why am I explaining myself to the likes of you? Tyrus stepped closer, his voice dropping. "And what evidence do you have? Or are you rounding up entire families because it's easier than doing real investigative work?"
The officer bristled. "We don't answer to you, Jedi. These are Hapan matters," A finger was jabbed at a group of men in cuffs. " You want evidence? These three have already made their allegiances known! So move along and mind your place! Now!"
Tyrus's expression hardened, his Korunnai accent slipping through. "You dragged their wives, daughters and sons into this. It just stopped being just your business." He glanced at the families, meeting their desperate eyes, then turned back to the officers. "You've got two options. Let these families go, and I'll help you track real Crimson Veil operatives. Or you keep playing tyrant, and I'll make it clear to your superiors how you're handling things."
" You dont like this? Take it up with the Qu-"
Before the officer could respond, a flash of movement caught Tyrus's eye. One of the men in the group—a father clutching his child moments before—stood abruptly midst the commotion, pulling a holdout blaster from his sleeve in a flash.
"For the Crimson Veil!" the man shouted!
The blaster bolt whizzed by Tyrus, precognition allowing his frame to shift in place and avoid a glancing blow. The bolt of plasma hit the officer square in the eye leaving a charred mess left where his face used to be. The Korun gaped at the sudden death and then felt the surge of anger and hatred rise from those around him. Chaos erupted. The other guards raised their weapons, their faces twisting with rage. Tyrus's lightsaber snapped to life with a snap-hiss, its purple blade igniting the air as he raised a hand, yanking the blaster from the man's grip with the Force. Putting himself at risk of harm and mediating the conflict, a second later, he disarmed the rest of the families, the weapons flying into his free hand or observed thrown to the side.
"Enough!!" Tyrus's voice boomed over the rising chaos. The guards trained their blasters on the now-unarmed family, their fingers twitching on their triggers.
"They killed one of ours!" one guard yelled. "They're terrorists!"
Tyrus stepped between the family and the guards, his lightsaber held low but ready. "And you'll prove nothing by slaughtering them in cold blood!"
"They confessed!" the guard shouted back, his voice trembling with fury.
"They're disarmed and outnumbered," Tyrus snapped. "You're soldiers, not executioners. Do your duty and take them in alive. Arrest them! And let justice, real justice, decide their fates!!"
The guards hesitated, their anger warring with Tyrus's sense of justice and logic. The family huddled behind him, terrified but silent. Lowering his lightsaber slightly, meeting the lead guard's eyes. "This isn't about vengeance. It's about preventing more bloodshed. You fire now, and you'll only make things worse. You'll just make them matyrs! For kark sake! Now back off and do the right thing."
After a long, tense moment, the lead guard lowered his weapon, motioning for the others to do the same.
"Fine," the guard growled. "But they're coming with us." The Korun extinguished his lightsaber and turned to the family. "You'll face judgment for what you've done. But know you have your lives.." He remarked.
Tyrus turn away reluctantly, his shoulders tense and his jaw clenched. The oppressive atmosphere of Hapes weighed on him, but he forced himself to focus. He had done what he could to de-escalate the situation. He told himself that it was out of his hands now. These kinds of situations were always messy, but at least the family would live to face a trial. As was the duty of a jedi. This is what the Order would want. What the order would do. Isnt it? He pondered on the conflict that had resolved and walked down the street.
Then turning the corner, he heard it.
A squad of blaster fire followed by quips and shrieks of pain. Frozen mid-step, his blood running cold. He turned around sharply, his dark eyes locking onto the scene he had just left. The family—men, women, and children—lay crumpled on the ground. Smoke rose from their lifeless bodies, the smell of charred flesh seeping into the air. The guards stood over corpses, their weapons still drawn, some holstering their blasters casually as if they had just performed a routine task.
And Tyrus's vision blurred...