His armor didn't have any insignia on it. Didn't need it apparently, the absolute uniformity of the armor was statement enough for the Republic. Probably kept them from thinking too hard about the men it, too.

"You'll get no argument from me." He took the sword, keeping an eye on the man's hands as he did so. Not because of any particular suspicion, just healthy caution. He took a couple steps back, testing the weight in his hands.

"Usually if something's gotten in close enough to use one of these, something's gone wrong." Like an ambush, or worse. "But everything's gone pretty wrong here already, hasn't it?"

Alright. He didn't have much training with stuff like this, but... he'd seen Jedi fight, hadn't he? Saw how they squared up.

That'd work. It felt perverse, but it'd work. He took a ready stance, adjusting his grip on the hilt.