[color=92278f][b][u]Willo Assay[/u][/b][/color]

The battle continued on and Willo saw that the Dark Jedi were thinned in number. Pitiful, the fight would be over if all they had to rely on were the droids. She remained hidden in the shadows, watching, concealing herself and her presence from any Jedi who might be snooping around with their senses extended. The temple looked sturdy, and many of the other entrances were shut off, but Willo could make do with a small hole or a thin opening. If she made it in she might even consider opening a few doors to help spread a little panic, draw attention away from the archives long enough for her to work her magic. She spotted a few cracks in the foundation, and from eyeball distance guessed that she could squeeze through. 

Her attention was pulled to the sound of another's approach, and she peered down the alley to see not another Jedi, but the Zabrak. The grin returned, and she stepped from the shadows. "Well well, look who's here. Conceal yourself and come observe."

She turned back to the temple, eyes finding the crack in the wall once again. "The Dark Jedi are falling, I'd suppose whoever is supposed to be leading this attack is either dead or should be. I'm going to find a way inside, open a few doors and see if they can take use of the handicap. I trust you're competent enough to handle getting in once that's done?"