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[b][center]Kade Ritgar[/center][/b]
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"Halt!" The mechanical voice stopped Kade dead in his tracks. He had almost made it. [i]So close, yet so far.[/i] He could make out the reflection of several clone troopers behind him in one of the nearby windows and he swallowed hard. He had made it this far by not using any of his force skills, every instinct warned him against it. Now, it seemed, he might need the help.

"Turn around!" 

He turned and dropped to his knees at once, a datapad clutched to his chest. "Please don't shoot! I just work here!" It didn't take much acting to inject a significant amount of fear into his voice. He had never felt more alone, more confused, or more vulnerable, in his entire life.

"State your name." The clone officer had stepped forward, his blaster looming large in Kades face. He could feel a sweat break out on his brow. [i]Moment of truth.[/i] He prepared to lash out with the force if needed. Part of him screamed a warning, telling him it would ensure his death, but better to live a little longer than not at all.

"My n-name..." He stuttered, and not on purpose. "My name is Dikyrn Tokra, I work in technical services here in the temple... Look!" He thrust his datapad at the trooper who very nearly shot him out of reflex. He took the datapad and taped the screen. Kade face swam into view but none of the information on it was his, it was that of his undercover persona that had allowed him to move about more or less unnoticed. He was gambling that the Clones did not have access to the Jedi databanks yet and the false identity might protect him long enough to escape.

"Here, check him." The officer passed the datapad back to another trooper who quickly began to tape away at the screen for a moment. There was a strange silence, broken by the distant sounds of blaster fire that grew ever quieter. Kade knew his colleagues were losing, he could feel their pain and disbelief as they died. He channelled the sorrow he felt into his own emotions.

"Please, I just work here. I don't even know whats happening, I just want to go home!" He sank further to his knees and buried his face in his hands. At every moment he resisted the urge to reach out with the force. To use it could only endanger him now.

"He checks out." The buzz of the troopers voice broke in on his thoughts and he felt a small sliver of relief. The datapad was held out by the trooper and he took it carefully. 

"On your way then."  The officer, having lost interest in the supposed technician, waved Kade away without a second thought; he ignored the babbled thanks that followed.

Still muttering "Thank you", Kade hurried away toward a small sally port exit. He suspected that whoever, or whatever, had made this attack possible would easily have the front doors covered. His footsteps sounded loud in his own ears as he began to run. The tremors in the force were growing less and less. To many were dying. He had no idea what to think, no idea what was happening, he only knew that he had to survive.