[right][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sp9S6C55wQ8][b]Jedi Padawan Byleth Tes[/b][/url][/right]

[indent]The images in his head were too raw, too surreal. Blue blasterfire melded with the cries of Jedi he had known all his life. The once comforting sound of a lightsaber became a death-song for the fearful and determined. In all the chaos Byleth once again found himself alone, not quite afraid, but very cautious, very anxious of his surroundings. Wherever he was, there was a chill that permeated through his every pore, a scratching at the back of his neck that he couldn't reach or ignore. It drove his mind up a wall. Made him question every little detail he could peer-out. 

Then [i]they[/i] came. The echoes of heavy footfalls. The ignition of a lightsaber. The blue hue of a light source from directly behind him. Byleth wheeled around, his own green lightsaber coming to life; hopefully he would finally confront the specter of this nightmare, but, like always, he awoke in his living quarters. He was drenched in sweat, heart pounding inside. A second later however, and his expression very quickly became placid. 

[i]I hear you, I can feel you whispering. But what does it all mean?[/i]   

Byleth sat up and realized that his anxiety in the Force had only intensified with his wakening. His brows furrowed as he searched for his garments; finding them beneath his lightsaber hilt and utility belt. 

[i]Odd...[/i] 

A moment after dressing and attaching his accessories had placed Byleth outside of his room. He strode down the halls aimlessly, worried by the festering dread growing in the Force. He realized with a student's eye that that dread wasn't very loud. Instead it was a thin, wispy sound that would be heard only by those actively listening for it. Not a second after that realization, alarms were occupying the usually docile halls of the temple. The noise drew all manner of residents from their quarters. These various sentient species looked to one another and a quick-read of the Force told him that many of them were confused, others more annoyed than guarded. 

Byleth picked up the pace, heading from out the obscuring temple walls and onto one the outcroppings that would provide a view of the impossibly busy Coruscanty scenery. He needn't go too far for an explanation though. A bald, stern-looking Jedi ran up to him, his robes and parts of his skin marred by scorch marks. "Wrong way, Padawan. You want to go deeper, follow me."   

Byleth nodded in agreement as the Knight briskly explained the legion of Clone Troopers sacking the Temple. The Knight had been charged with gathering Younglings and leading them to a safe location. "Do not worry, Padawan, we will [i]not[/i] let this get out of hand!" he said through gritted teeth. 

The man paused in his hurried steps then suddenly ignited his yellow saber, two bolts were deflected at great speeds. "Keep moving Padawan, gather up any Younglings you find and delve deeper into the Temple!" 

A bolt flew past his face but he kept his calm, only ducking slightly. "Yes sir," he barked over the conflict.

Unclipping his lightsaber from his belt, Byleth dashed down the halls of the Temple searching, with help from the Force, for young survivors.[/indent]