[i]"Let's get out of here now!"[/i]

The stubby tendrils of the Nautolan youngling swept through the air as the boy swung his head toward the voice that had cut through the noise in the cargo bay and the LAATs roaring engine. Reflected in the large, dark eyes of the amphibious youth was the Jedi Sentinel who had led them through the secret passages and, finally, to this ship. For whatever that might be worth. Confused, frightened, and struggling somewhere between adrenaline and panic, the youth found himself standing amid a sparse few Jedi. 

For the whole of his life, he had been surrounded by the guardians of the Old Republic. They had been his caretakers, his teachers, and his friends. Growing up in the temple on Coruscant, Zak had the idea that there were more Jedi than there were stars in the sky.

Before today.

[i]"Where... Are we going?"[/i]

A Dathomiran padawan spoke, her words giving form to doubts which the young Nautolan hadn't even been aware that he'd had until he'd heard them, and found the sum of all his fears suddenly thrust back into his face. 

The Jedi Temple, their home, [i]his[/i] childhood, was in flame. Looking around the interior of the LAAT, all that the youngling could think was... there would be far fewer stars from now on.