Wynn was talking to a protocol droid in the main hall when he felt it. A sudden wave of anger, confusion, and pain. Then danger. He was already reaching for his lightsaber when he saw them, storming in, already firing.

[i]Clones.[/i]

A flurry of emotions overtook him, but one thought rang in his mind. Punishment. He activated his lightsaber, a blue blade of justice emerging. He joined the other Jedi in the defense of the hall. Blaster beams raced toward him, he deflected them with ease, feeling the air around him and charging it with power. He felt everyone in the hall, the intensity of the battle, the lives he was about to take with his blade. He was one with the force. Then he sprang forward at sonic speed, slicing through several of the white troopers before his feet even touched the ground again. He was a flurry of movement, blaster beams flying to and fro from him, clones being cut down with ease and some even scrambling to get away from him. He pushed his feelings of betrayal, regret, and guilt aside. He was a weapon and it was his duty to protect this temple and his brethren. But more and more and more Jedi fell around him. There were so many of them, he was fighting them best as he could but they kept pushing him back. Some of the Jedi were retreating and he couldn't blame them, for every clone he killed, another replaced him. Then something happened that he hadn't thought of. A youngling, barely 10 years old, charged fearless with a lightsaber. But despite his zeal, he wasn't skilled enough to take on the mass of troopers. His small form was ripped apart by blaster fire. Wynn couldn't believe it. [i]They aren't just trying to take the temple. They're trying to wipe us [b]out[/b].[/i]

He pushed against the blaster fire, a new flame inside of him. He started going through troopers by the dozens, but they wouldn't let up. It became clear to him that he had to retreat or he would die like his brethren. The young Catuman dove behind a pillar and concentrated. This was his only chance at survival. He closed his eyes and felt the world around him. Every pebble, every Jedi, every trooper. He felt the power of the force spiraling around him, bending to his will. He stepped out from behind the pillar, almost in a trance and pirouetted. The wall of clones flew back, a wave of force coming down upon them. Wynn stumbled over the body of a fallen Jedi as he tried to recover himself. Clones were still flooding in and the only way clear was the Archives. Not thinking about strategy at this moment in time, he sprinted towards the archives, as other Jedi followed him, while others went in different directions.

 He sensed a familiar force up ahead, peaceful, wise, and alert. The Catuman sliced through the squad of troopers that blocked his path only to find another dead youngling. "Damn it, all!" he cried, sending a fire team of clones back with a wave of his hand. "Worror!? You in here!?" he yelled, decapitating a surviving clone as he made his way backwards. He motioned for a few Jedi to follow him deeper in the archives, only to knocked back into a data wall by a sonic grenade. His vision was blurred, but he could clearly see an injured Jedi being executed by a clone. Wynn leaped at the clone, slicing him diagonally in half. Worror's presence was getting stronger and closer as he stumbled his way through the archives. He held his side as he did so, wincing occasionally. Apparently he was grazed by a blaster shot. He rounded the corner and saw Worror, standing his ground with a young girl. "Worror!" he yelled stumbling towards him. His vision momentarily blurred. Maybe it was more than just a graze wound. He looked down and found his palm coated in scarlet blood. He growled and pressed on towards Worror, the sounds of blasters getting ever louder behind him.