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

[indent]The youths were tightly compact balls of fear in the Force. Many already being led by capable, if not lucky, Jedi already. Byleth found time to pace his thoughts and departure. He gathered what little he could gleam; the chaos, the fear, the panic. It sickened the Force. And the deaths, the deaths were tiny holes in its infinite fabric. He tried to ease the throbbing in his head, a physical manifestation of the drama playing out around him. Master Elda Beh often urged him to act on his feelings but not even his former Master had experienced such crippling confusion in the Force before.  

A tiny voice and its pulling on his lower robes brought him back. Byleth blinked once, clearing his thoughts. Behind him, shaking and trembling was a human girl, a youngling with black hair and frightened brown eyes. He sensed the danger a short moment before she vocalized her warning. "Troopers behind me!"

Byleth flipped the switch on his lightsaber, its green blade hummed. "Go, Youngling. I'll hold them." She hesitantly agreed before scurrying off and once she was out of earshot, Byleth continued, "I think." 

Three Clone Troopers stepped into view, far down the dim hall. Byleth took a step back before willed him to stay put for the Youngling that went ahead. He hoped that no more were behind them, cause he felt three was his limit. The first that saw him pointed. "Jedi in sight." 

Byleth chuckled nervously. "Padawan actually, does that exempt me from your genocide?" He raised his lightsaber at the ready even as the Force surged within and around him. "I'm going to have to initiate," he told himself. "If I let them overwhelm me with their blaster fire, they'll mow me down."  Byleth rushed them, deflecting blaster bolts in route. He reflected bolts into the rear Troopers before closing in, ducking under a blue burst, and diagonally bisecting the remaining Trooper. 

Byleth stood and checked his surroundings; all clear. He fixed his robes, moving aside wayward strands of hair. "I'll survive this. I'll make sure to survive this," Byleth told himself, the Force taking the place of his exhaustion. "Gotta keep saving, keep running."[/indent]