[b]Sep and Gat, Gat and Sep. Gat and I, I and Gat.[/b]

Vor’loch moved down the corridor when he felt a familiar presence tangled in with a hungry younglings, it was someone important. Someone he had to teach… it was… what was the name? It couldn’t be that important if he couldn’t remember, could it? He turned a corridor, stumbling slightly. He still had the choice to let go and stop focusing on the Force, before it became too much and he passed out. Though on the other hand if he were to do that he’d die and he could not die. He was one of the last of the order and he would assist in bringing light back to the Galaxy if it were the last thing he was to do! He heard a snap hiss down a corridor and he turned to his fellow Jedi. “Did you hear that? Sounded like a light stick! I mean a glow saber… no… lightsaber!”

Vor’loch’s ramblings were starting to worry Kalmi, though she tried to hide her concern behind the calm jedi image. She heard the hiss of a sabre as well and picked up the pace hoping that whoever it was hadn’t found clones or any of those beasts she could feel. “Then let us investigate, safety in numbers right, and if we’re lucky they might even know how to heal.”

He shook his head. “I fear for the healing it is already too late. I am being sustained purely by the Forces. Any second I could be passing out, and then maybe not awakening for a long time. If this happens you promise to leave me?” He continued down the hall, always taking them to where he had believed to hear the noise. Part of him, the part that was still unaffected by this state of Euphoria was screaming for him to stop, to let go of the Force for now, to stop running and stop trying to lead this Jedi on. She would be much better leaving him though he knew she would not. He simply hoped that would not be a mistake.

Kalmi shook her head as she kept moving towards the sound of the lightsabre. “Too many jedi have died today already, While you still live I will do everything I can to see that you make it out of here as well.” Kalmi replied only half believing it herself. The Order needed to survive, if that meant a few more might fall along the way so that that goal could be accomplished… she pushed the thought to the back of her mind, she was not going to give up on Vor’loch. “Let us focus on the task at hand, finding our brother or sister ahead.” She added more resolutely.

Vor’loch then felt a familiar presence. “Its… Its the youngling! No, the hungry one… no-” He shook his head, it was frustrating and it was obviously so. “My youngling, the young one I train. It is him, he is the one nearby. I can feel him in my head. No sense. He is nearby, he was the one to make the noises of which I heard.” He began to run, or more… hobble down the corridor. 

Kalmi Overtook Vor’loch as she moved down the corridor, so it was his padawan then, assuming his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him for leaning on the force for so long at least. She hoped that when they found the padawan they would not have found themselves walking headlong into trouble. Rounding a corner she found a small hole cut into the wall of a dead end passage it was small enough for a young human to crawl through, the padawan no doubt. Still she would be able to fit through as well even if it meant getting a few more scratches. 

As she stuck her head through the hole she was greeted with a rear view of a young… well she thought it was a boy but the wild blonde hair had given her doubts at first. The braid of a padawan was clearly visible however. “Young one,” She said quickly. “Your master needs assistance.” she added as she turned back to the hole in case Vor’loch really did need assistance getting through.