"There is no ignorance; there is knowledge. There is no fear; there is power. I am the heart of the Force. I am the revealing fire of light. I am the mystery of darkness. In balance with chaos and harmony. Immortal in the Force." These words Alecar Drey repeated quietly to himself as he sat cross-legged in his quarters; the room lit only by a series of candles scattered about, covering the room in a refulgent orange glow. The Miraluka paused in his recitations to telekinetically summon a steaming cup of tea to his hand, taking a long sip before putting the cup back down at his side, now remaining silent. 

Typically he would spend the later hours of the night studying in the Temple Archives, or helping a wayward Padawan who was kept awake with questions or concerns. But there was something wrong, Alecar felt, something that bode a certain sense of dread...the seemingly serene environment of the Temple did not ease his anxieties...perhaps the calm before the storm. 

So he chose to meditate, letting the Force cleanse his mind and give him clear insight on what was causing his tensions; self-reflection, maybe. But his worst fears were about to be realized as his focused meditations were suddenly interrupted by a deep and hollow pain he felt. Not a physical pain, no, but something [i]worse[/i] - a pain in the Force...so near. 

Alecar could feel the Dark Side creeping up around him, and knew that something terrible was going on. As if on cue, he could sense two presences walking down the hallway, nearing closer to his door - Clone Troopers. Easily sensing their intent, Alecar quickly made a subtle ripple of the Force to blow out the candles around him, but otherwise did not move from his seated position. 

It was strange...he could feel no semblance of hatred, anger, or wrath from these Clones...as if this was nothing more than a simple duty. But his own connection to the Force, coupled with the distant sounds of blaster scores only confirmed his fears...there was a coup against the Jedi, by the Republic they had swore to protect. 

He knew it would only be moments time before the Clones opened his door and tried to gun him down, and thus took a drawn out sip of tea before slowly standing to his feet, curbing his anxiety by letting his mind go to the Force to give him strength, and to give him peace. 

True to his thinking, he could 'see' the two Clones stop by his door and examine it for a few moments before one of them pushed the button on the side wall to open it, his companion readying his rifle. 

The moment the door slid open, a massive wave sent both Clones flying back against the wall; crashing hard and crumpling to the ground from the impact. Alecar slowly stepped out of the doorway into the hall, his hands crossed behind his back as he inclined his head down at the semi-conscious Clones on the ground. Turning to head towards the Atrium and try to look for survivors to group together, Alecar was seemingly oblivious to the fact that one of the Clones had slowly recovered from his collision, and retrieved his DC-15S Carbine, managing to point it at the Miralukan Jedi's back when another telekinetic grasp sent him crashing into the ceiling and back onto the ground again; knocking him out cold. 
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Hearing the sounds of blaster fire and lightsabers colliding quickened Alecar's pace as he traversed through the halls of the Temple. He would have to hurry if he wished to find any other survivors and find a way out of here...the Jedi Order had been overrun, the only plan now was to escape alive.