[b]OOC: Right guys. I'm not going to wait on people who aren't posting for the benefit of those who want to post. If you do want to play please do, if you're having writers block/need help simply ask me and I'll help out. Collabs typically help writers block and if you are stuck to where you are or where you should go. Just ask.[/b]

Tyrell lead them down the hall, approaching near the hanger he slipped his lightsaber into his hand, and ignited it with a snap-hiss. Though was delighted when a padawan came around the corner, and briefly enraged when a blasterbolt struck the young woman from behind. He forced it down, rage and anger were the path to the Dark Side and that was the last path he needed to follow the now. He turned to the Padawans. "Stay here, call if you need any help." He then went running, jumping around the corner he immediately developed a guard position. Obviously a transport had just docked in the hanger bay for the corridor was full of clones. He began swirling his blade in a circle deflecting bolts, however there were so many he could not focus enough to return them to their source.

Despair clawed at his heart, and he tried to force it down. Though that too only distracted him and a stray bolt hit his thigh, going down to one knee he continued to bat the bolts. He stretched out in the force, feeling the switch for the secret passage he focused all his energy on that as the door opened, another bolt breaking through his defence. A door opened and he called to the Padawans. "Run! Quickly. I'll catch up." Though at this point he doubted he'd be able to do anything other than keep the clones at bay long enough for the padawans to make a head start.