Jedi Master Greggory Wick
Greggory listened to the silence, until the admiral responded, "We will meet on my vessel. You have permission to dock your squadron on my bay. Come cleanly, unarmed and peacefully."
closing the communication the Jedi noticed that the Republic Cruiser was already moving, Greggory smiled at his padawan's quick action. Greggory allowed R5 to guide his ship in, though not before separating the starfighter from the hyperspace ring. Gliding into the hanger bay Master Wick gazed down at the assembled host from his cockpit while R5 dealt with the landing.
Running around the hanger were uniformed personal, clearly preparing for the docking of the ships, however what drew Greggory's attention was not the hanger crew but instead the calm in this storm.
His fighter's landing pads gracefully extended and fell upon the grey metal of the hanger floor, and the cockpit opened, revealing the robed jedi as he stepped out, who placed the radio headpiece back within the ship while R5 turned his head and beeped.
"Don't worry my friend, your body is still in the temple, you can stay safe with the ship." Then Greggory turned to face the soldiers that caught his eye a moment before.
Four armored, and armed men, though Greggory couldn't be certain what their species was. Mostly due to the armor, which covered the entire frame of the soldiers, and most likely contributed to the immense height. Greggory considered if the armor could repel a lightsaber blade, it was at least more intimidating than Mandolorian armor.
Along with them was also a man in, while less so than his comrades, still rather good looking armor, though it did look beaten up.
Bowing slightly in an act of respect the Jedi Master said,
"I am Jedi Master Greggory Wick, consider me you're envoy of the Galatic Republic. If you give my Padawan a moment he should be out of the cruiser any second." Greggory hoped that Olu would land soon, likely Bumdoa's droid causing some amount of grief.