"I am Drell, Sentinel Vookta. We are done here, and the others are leaving. I think it best we do the same." Drell shouted back, spinning his saber to deflect a new group of troopers no longer having to deal with the other Jedi who seemed to have escaped. Falling back to another hallway and taking off at a sprint, hoping that Vookta would be able to keep up at least enough so that they could get moving to someplace away from the now legion of troopers likely coming. 

"We need to make a decision, Sentinel Vookta. We either need to escape very quickly through perhaps some maintenance shaft or entrance to get to the undercity, or hope to find more Jedi holding somewhere. We are either going to be trying to save more, or we leave." Drell quickly explained, sliding around some pillars and pausing to listen for a moment to see if he could determine more fighting or firing. Reaching with his senses was a disaster, as the entire temple was now a mess of emotional outbursts. Fear, hate, surprise, and carnage all about which kept him from focusing at this point. 

"Nevermind....we must leave. We'll never find them unless your senses are much sharper than mine. Do you know a way under the temple? We **must** leave, or we won't be leaving." Drell now insisted, realizing that the situation was already so hopeless, and lingering would only add to it.