Unacceptable. Unwarranted. Unforgivable. M-0018 found their transgressions illogical. He was not a cleaning implement. Threats? Hardly? M-0018 thought himself fair. He gave a nuetral warning, yet they continued, if anything they threatened the safety of the outpost. In addition the young one had threw a ball at an Imperial Soldier. Inexcusable. M-0018 had been taught that codes and regulations preserved peace and order. Any deviations decreased stability and brought anarchy. While the padawan's assault was benign, continued transgressions could lead to more heinous acts. Had they been Imperial Soldiers of the old empire they were to be trialed and unceremoniously executed, but as "honored guests" he was forced to keep quiet.

M-0018 was told the Jedi were masters of their emotions, bound to codes similar to those drilled on to him. When he first heard of their arrival he was... content, finding solace in the thought that others would share his resolution. Instead the outpost received this motley crew. For a organization that lauded their ideals they were lax in their enforcement. One knight displayed open tendencies of aggression, the youngling -manipulative and deceptive of her true nature- was an hazard to outpost security with her mischievous tendencies. He would say the other knight was compliant, but he was an enabler of their behaviors.

"Padawan Jade, this trooper's serial is M-0018, and he will treat this incident-" 
M-0018 stopped, he can tell he was being actively ignored. They continued in their combat exercises, the padawan's attention firmly fixed. Their devotion to their martial arts was evident  as they took their stances, sizing each other up. He was compelled to stay, but again chastised himself for his weakness, troopers must return to their post once their duty was complete. He turned around, forgoing the typical salute in the presence of what are otherwise civilians, and started to march back to the dark main hall.