[center][h2]~| The Jedi Temple on Coruscant |~ ~| Day 1, 11[sup]th[/sup] hour |~[/h2] [u][h3]Xid, Heart of the Temple Room[/h3][/u][/center] Xid ushered the younglings deeper into the temple. Their boots echoed off the walls and heightened his growing fear for both his master and Navi. He spied one of the children look at him causing him to bit it down and swallow the bitterness at his throat’s back. They didn’t need to feel him being frightened as they were. Gradually his attention whipped about the temple corridors where scenes of horror played out Jedi and Sith locked in conflict, blades whipped forward to clip one or the other down. Droids, usually forbidden without special permission, began to march and blast down the Temple guards stationed there. He urged the younglings to be quicker. His blonde head flipped over his shoulder and noticed about three apprentices jerked their attention to his direction, their eyes hungry for more blood shed. One of them jerked a hand at three droids who had just finished raining fire down upon an unfortunate pair of Jedi, their screams died when their charred remains crumbled to the ground, then rotated their squat figures about. Their joints whirled into a march down the corridor with the apprentices following behind. The group made their way into a large room, the heart of their home. Mainly it was because it sat within the center of the building and hallways flowed from here to several different parts of the temple, much like the life blood passed through a heart or hearts in most living beings. Panting heavily, the large collection that followed in their wake drew ever closer. [center][h2]~| The Jedi Temple on Coruscant |~ ~| Day 1, 11[sup]th[/sup] hour |~[/h2] [h3][u]Ibik, Corridors leading to Heart of Temple Room[/u][/h3][/center] When Shiri bolted off, her zabrak master frowned. She was always a strong willed individual and at times, his most difficult pupil when it came to thought before action. However, he could temper it rather than force it to change. When Ibik’s hand reached for his own lightsaber before his horned head turned to Cerria, worry etched over his features. She wasn’t a front line Jedi but rather suited for the backlines and allowing her to assist with the upcoming fight would only get her heedlessly killed. His expression softened when he spoke, “Cerria, I want you to go to the temple archives and wait there. You’re not fit for combat but you can heal the wounded and we can shepherd them to you. Now go.” With those words, he then shot after Shiri in hopes to catch up to the impatient padawan and hopefully keep her safe. [center][h2]~| The Jedi Temple on Coruscant |~ ~| Day 1, 11[sup]th[/sup] hour |~[/h2] [u][h3]Xid, Heart of the Temple Room[/h3][/u][/center] Xid panted softly, his arms braced against his knees while he tried to catch his breath. The younglings edged to the room’s center while muffled sounds of war clashed through the walls and reminded him of the temple’s assault. It had been a while since he had been pushed to his limits and now the lacking training had caught up with him. While the adrenaline buzz in his head died, he began to move beside the younglings. He eyes looked into each corridor now stretched from their location. “Which way,” Asked the young Togruta, his eyes studied Xid for direction. It was a sensation the Padawan wasn’t use to as he hesitated, his head turned from one hallway to the next. Time was ticking away and the Sith were already a third down the hallway they had come from. Before Xid would make a decision, four different Jedi came rushing in from two different corridors. Denso and Khan from the far left, just ahead of the group while Shiri and Ibik came from one on his right. A little shocked at having aid so quickly, Xid addressed Denso quickly being the first to arrive, “Do you know a safe place we can take the younglings? There’s three apprentices and three war droids on our tail.” Right on cue, one of the younglings screamed when a MK-ii came charging into the room. Xid knew the model well having dismantle some in his time on Balmorra and how destructive they could be in groups. His face paled when another could be seen creeping in its wake. The tough armor appeared to have been blasted and scarred by a few lightsabers, but none seemed to have went all the way through or missed vital systems that would’ve shut them down. Its three legs moved it in a jarry rhythm while it made its way farther into the room causing Xid to stretch out his arms and guide the children toward Denso and Khan. Slowly its rectangular head with one sensor eye lowered to scan each of them then access its tactics. Ibik reacted immediately when a large chuck came flying at him and his padawan. His hand gripped her arm then jerked her with him as he moved toward the others, the stone thumped loudly on the floor where they once stood. Ibik let go when his padawan had been pulled from danger which placed themselves in front of Xid and the younglings, Denso and Khan still in the rear guard position. After the third and final droid, a MK-i, entered, the apprentices made their appearance. A young, human female in dark robes drew her lightsaber, her lips curled into a wick smile over the scene that greeted them. Her once carmel skin now showed hints of early age, an ashy under tone and faded yellowness to her eyes showing the results of the darkside on her body. To Xid, it appeared to try to push her into an early grave. The woman chuckled when she noted Khan near , “How adorable. You brought your padawan in training. Pity he might not survive this.” A dark robed zabrak, red in color and lined with dark zig-zag tattoos across his face and shoulders merely shook his head, “Now, now Akana. Our master needs a few alive for her… experiments.” Xid’s heart skipped a beat when dread filled him, his mind raced toward the next step. If any of the Jedi made a move, the droids would fire and hold them in place while the sith cut into any openings. They needed to be taken out and fast. His eyes glanced at Shiri and Ibik, the only two Jedi who knew his special skill set. Ibik addressed Denso and Khan, “Think we can hold them off while the younglings’ head to the archives? I have another padawan waiting there and she will take care of them. Leave the machines to Xid, he’ll take care of them.”