The Twi'lek padawan was halted in place as she felt the Jedi Council Members' deaths. It was just too shocking, too terrible. But her feelings of dread didn't end there. It intensified, like an ambush that was about to happen. Her ears barely registered the snap-hiss of her lightsaber and her muscles the adoption of the Form III start stance as she felt around, trying to figure out what the attack was coming from and by who. Obi-wan had taken care of General Grievous, he would have been a match for the best Jedi masters. But there was no sense of droids coming, yet her instincts had placed her into the style best suited to deflect multiple blaster bolts. Then the second wave hit the girl, the temple itself was being invaded, but by what?

All she felt were clones, with the usual, unquestioning dedication to duty and following orders, following a Jedi... She felt his soul; full of anger, betrayal, confusion, and understood the dying Jedi. She just didn't quite realize the true reason only clone blasters were being heard, thinking at first that they were helping take down the dark one before an initiate came in crying out, "It's the clones," before succumbing to a blast of a blue laser bolt. Then the Force led her through motions of Soresu as the bolts tumbled into the Archives as her mind reeled with the revelation, [i]"A Fallen Jedi's gotten hold of the clones."[/i] 

[i]"Come on Jasma, no time for freezing up,"[/i] the twi'lek thought as her combat mood kicked on, fighting against the shock of having to fight former well trusted allies. [i]"You know you can't hold out long doing just pure lightsaber combat, you're just not that good, and T'ish is not here to draw the majority of the fire. If you hold them back for a bit, the initiates might have a better chance to escape and the archivists might be able to get at least some of the data collection out safely. After that, you can try to make your way out and hope that T'ish, Xai'qui, and his master all survived. What's usable around here?"[/i] Her mind then rested on the nearby busts of the Twenty. And if the door could be closed again. [i]"Forgive me, masters,"[/i] the padawan sent to the Force as she sideways Force jumped out of the direct blaster fire. Then she telekinesised the two closest and threw them one after another at the approaching clones before slamming the door. But the clones were too numerous, some had already come through and the rest quickly blasted away the ancient door. Jasma had been forced back into her defensive Soresu, trying anything throwable as the form allowed. Trying to fight against the inevitable overwhelming.

It was then that she heard her master's call, "Jasma...Jasma can you hear me?" He shouted, his amplified voice echoing so that those close enough would hear, "I am in the Archives, where are you?! Follow my voice and you will find me. Everyone is in danger, we must all get out, now. By our wits we may still survive this."

"Coming master," the twi'lek shouted back. Then she Force Jumped out of their range once more before breaking out into a full Force Run to reach her master quickly, dodging bolts and obstacles and regretting not having learned Force Shield yet. Finally, she found him, his Kel Dorian figure a welcome sight. T'ish's padawan finished the final distance between the two and said, "I'm here now, T'ish. What's the plan?"