The discovered Jedi sprinted down the alleyway, his cloak waving as he dashed out of sight of those on the street that had seen his act. It was one of purely good intention, but that did not matter to the Stormtroopers pursuing him. He took a sharp turn, then leaped over a cart full of supplies. The Imperial soldiers on his tail simply bowled the cart over in their mad pursuit of him. He could hear them call out to him, blasters still tucked in their arms as they scrambled to keep up with him. Varlo tried his best to avoid knocking any bystanders out of his way as he darted down alleys and roads. The Jedi threw himself through an open window, landing inside of a home. The surprised occupant simply gazed in surprise as Varlo exited as quickly as he entered, slamming open a door as he sprinted down another alley. He lost track of how many turns he had taken, how many streets he crossed.

He hadn't looked back since he began to run, only using his other senses to let him know where his pursuers were. Their heavy armor clanked as they moved, allowing him to hear them as they attempted to keep up with him. Varlo was in luck in a certain regard. He knew the landscape around the area, if he used that to his advantage then he'd be able to slip away. Of course the Jedi would have to avoid not simply stumbling into another group of Stormtroopers. He had to pray that the ones after him hadn't radioed to all the other patrols in the area. Then they would tear apart the undercity in search of him. 

As he shifted his body and sprinted down another dark alley the obvious sounds of approaching soldiers could not be heard. It appeared that he had lost those that were on his tail. Varlo finally let himself breath, leaning against a wall as he tired to calm his nerves. He'd weaved his way through all the alleys he could recall in this part of the slums, sure enough with all the turns he'd taken he had gotten lucky. Of course the Jedi didn't allow himself to think he was safe. He still needed to get home, and would need to be creative figuring out a safe way back. Then he'd have to be ready for heightened patrols all across the undercity, perhaps even more than that.

Varlo sighed, then closed his eyes briefly. He had to do it. There was no other solution, he couldn't just let all those people die. He did the right thing. Now he just had to deal with the consequences of his action. The Jedi took some solace in the fact that his long departed master would have approved. He always taught Varlo that it was the Jedi's duty to protect the innocent. He started walking again, slowly figuring out where exactly he was. Then he stopped dead in his tracks, realizing there was someone near him. Varlo blinked, then heard a female voice blare out to him.

[i]You've got to be kidding me.[/i]

He cursed his luck, then slowly stepped towards the figure that spoke out to him. As Varlo began to emerge from the darkness he noticed a blaster raised in his direction, held tightly in the hands of a seemingly lost Stormtrooper. He stepped out of the darkness, his hands raised. 

"I don't want to hurt you, or anyone else. I am not a bad man and have done nothing wrong to warrant an arrest. I saved you back there, along with your fellow troopers and all the innocents around us," Varlo stated calmly and clearly, then reached his hands to lower his hood, revealing his face. His hands were still raised, showing that he was complying. "You know how ruthless the Empire is, if you hand me in to your superiors then I will be executed, or [i]worse[/i]. Do I deserve a fate like that for what I did?"

"I have been living peacefully in the underworld for years, if you let me go then I will continue to do that. Just another face in the crowd trying to survive down here." He added, trying to speak as genuinely as he could.