*Not willing to be ignored, Keerow walks back to Master Sly and grabs his arm.*
With all respect, Master, I'm sorry that you've made mistakes and I'm sorry for your loss. But it sounds to me like this is not so much your plan to defend the Jedi- though I have no doubts that you do intend to do this- as it is your plan to avenge your wife. The Hutts must be brought to justice, yes, and we must defend ourselves, but slaughtering them is hardly the way to do it. We can defend ourselves without murdering them all. We're Jedi... they're Hutts. Hutts! If this weren't such a grave matter, I would probably be laughing at the thought of the day when the Hutts would threaten the great Jedi Order. Yes, we need to defend ourselves... but how many Jedi will die with this plan? How many will fall to the Dark Side? You're sending barely-trained Apprentices into battle for what seems to me to be largely personal reasons.
*While waiting for the Jedi Master to reply, Keerow feels a nudging at the back of her mind, and turns to see the eyes of the young Merkahl upon her, studying her every move. The two meet eyes for a moment.
There's something different about that one, she thinks...*
OOC: And yeah, sorry, I don't know what the whole deal is... I've been out of it for a while, and I haven't had time to get caught up.