[center][b]~ Day 1, 11:44 GST ~
~ Koren Omi-Ren. Jedi Watchman ~[/b][/center]

[i]The city shook as it was struck for above, buildings lay in ruin. Entire families killed as their very homes crashed down upon them, fires raged unchecked. Emergency services trying to best they could to save who they could, many simply trying to escape the slaughter themselves. Koren just stood, paralyzed. He was a Jedi, his duty was to serve and protect the people of the galaxy. But as fire rained down from above, he could do nothing to stop the death and destruction that it wrought. He fell to his knees, his hands open his lightsaber fell and sizzled out rolling away. He lowered his head in shame and waited for the darkness to come get him-[/i]

No, this was nothing but a memory. Koren forced the memory out of his head. He took a deep breath, eyes still closed. He was in his own room in the Jedi Temple. The sounds of explosion, foreboding. Death. They were no more than a shadow of Manaan. While he had failed he had saved lives, he had upheld the code to the highest honour. It was the Sith who were at fault, for bombarding a neutral planet. Turning it to cinders for no reason than out of pure [i]spite[/i]. There was no honour, no justice, there was no [i]REASON[/i]... He sighed, Taking another deep breath and forcing it out of his nose.

"There is no emotion, there is peace." 

Despite that the cloud on his mind remained, he could still hear the death, he could still feel it. All around him. He sighed once again, opening his eyes as meditation was failing him. Then he saw out his window, there were lasers raining from the sky. Buildings were toppling and he could see the dropships approaching bearing the unmistakable markings of the Sith Empire. He stood up, clearing all doubt from his mind as he picked up his lightsaber. Not again, he would stand and fight to defend the temple. For in the end, there was no death.

Only the Force.