A young padawan sat comfortably in the archives with a dusty, almost ripped up book, something rarely used. The colours had faded from its pages, turning it from white to beige. The padawan's head rose when he heard muffled blaster noises from the entrance of the Temple. He shut the book and left it on his seat as he cautiously got up. After a moment's silence, the sounds were heard again, this time continuing without any pause. His hand went to his lightsaber, holding it beside him before activating it. Blaster marks appeared on the door along with some more audible screams. Instead of rushing forward to see what was going on, he made himself scarce, disappearing behind a small door. The giant doors slid open and the distant blaster sounds became easier to hear. He took a glance, forcing the door to slide just a little. What he saw shocked him, making him consider leaving his hiding spot but he decided against it, making his way down the dark corridor in un-shown panic. 

The boy marched carefully, listening closely to his surroundings. [i]There must be jedi who know what's going on...[/i] He could hear some blasters shooting from the same vicinity repeatedly and was slowly dying down. He started running, hoping to find some of the jedi.