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Worror

"This war young one, is what you feel." He put his hand on her shoulder. "Though soon it will be at it's end and once more the Jedi will be peace keepers of the Galaxy and not generals fighting a war." He turned to walk them away, when he felt it. Like a Force was a great web and several strands had been cut, shaking the entire web. He halted for a second, he wasn't the only one who faltered. Several others did as well. No Force user in the temple would be able to dispute what had just happened, some of the most powerful Masters in the Jedi Order had died. On Coruscant

On Coruscant. He eyed Seris, then turned her around back to the archives. He had something he needed to check. "Perhaps we should listen to those who are younger more often." It was all the consolation he could muster right now. What was going on. The temple was on lockdown, a sense of dread was in the air and now... He didn't doubt the feelings the Padawans and younglings had voiced earlier. Something was coming, and it wasn't going to be good. As they were making their way to the archives, which wasn't a long distance anyway, he stood beside a window. Looking out of it he could see movement, LAATs swarmed the temple and a dark presence far stronger than that of Count Dooku was approaching the temple. Though it wasn't entirely unfamiliar, though it was twisted. Torn, angry, pained and confused. Whoever that person had been, he wasn't that person anymore.

He felt it again, this time his mind alert and hardened against it the pain of someone being lost. The Gatekeeper. He looked at Seris, she was no Jedi. Should not be here, but was in as much danger as the rest of them. He resolved himself that if anyone should survive whatever this was, it should be her. Though the Clones in the LAATs would soon land, helping the Jedi against this threat as they had all over the galaxy. Likely the Separatists had just used debris from th eships lost in the space battle overhead to deposit droids onto Coruscant. It was a tactic that had been done before however was rare enough that they would likely be able to do it again without anyone recognising the tactic. Yes, that made sense. How else could a Sith, enemy to the Jedi and the Republic manage to get an army on the surface of Coruscant? Such a task would be all but impossible. Hence why it took so long for the Forces to march on the temple, they had to gather first without drawing detection.

We took Grevious, so they are trying to remove as many Jedi from the war as possible. He hated that it made some tactical sense, that part of him despite being a diplomat understood the reasoning behind the attack. There should never be reason for killing, he himself knew how it tore at the soul and it would be a burden he would always carry. Something he could not forgive and surely not forget. He knew of some worlds where they had rituals where the sibling of someone who had died would let the victim live through their eyes, and he only hoped that one day through the Force he could revisit the individual who he killed and somehow make it up too him.

In his reverie though, an explosion hit the temple and he could already hear the sound of blasters. Removing his lightsaber from his belt he didn't ignite it yet, Knights were moving their charges away from the outer edges of the temple and deeper as the lights flickered. Dust on top of shelves was knocked loose as another explosion rocked the temple, small pieces of rubble falling down from the ancient architecture. He used the Force to pull a training saber off an initiate as they ran past following the Knight responsible for their group handing it to Seris. "Just incase, I know you have little training. Though let us have hope you will not need to use it." He stood his ground as the blaster fire got closer and closer, and strangely probing with the Force he could find little other than the Clones and the Jedi. While Droids weren't in the Force the same way a living being was they were still there. Though his ability to sense was not as strong as some others.

That's when a Jedi youngling ran through the door lightsaber in hand. "It's the clones-!" She was cut off as a blue blaster bolt hit her in the centre of her chest and she fell down onto the ground. Worror shook his head in horror. A youngling, gunned down in the temple. Such a thing... it was beyond words. What happened next shook him too his very core. It was unbelivable, yet he should have expected it. The entire war, finally made sence. The convienance, the constant backward and forth.

He finally understood.

We have been betrayed.

Jedi Initiate - Roland Quee

He couldn't believe it! He was going to get to go out into the city of Coruscant. Well, the whole planet was a massive city but he hadn't had time to explore it yet. He still missed Mamma but he knew that she was proud of him, she had said so herself! She had cried and when he asked her why she said they were happy tears. For her big boy was going to become a Jedi Knight. One day he would become a full Jedi and have a lightsaber and he would be able to go to lots of places across the galaxy and see everything.

He was going to be the strongest Jedi ever. Though Cass liked to tease him and said she would be stronger. He knew better. He already knew the code and could last against a training remote for a full five minutes before it stung him. Cass boasted that she could lift the training ball almost all the way onto a table. Though he made sure to remind her that you couldn't stop a pirate or any other kind of bad guy by lifting a ball. Thats when the temple shook, some of the others in the class had looked worried before now. Though he didn't know why, he couldn't feel anything. Trak joked that that was proof he was going to end up in the agri-corps.

Roland would have shouted at him if the teacher didn't come back, he was not going to end up in the agricorps. He was going to be a Jedi Knight! He watched as two guards came walking towards the group. They were telling the great big Houk teacher, Grok, that the temple was on lockdown. The initiates would have to go back to their rooms. He sighed and looked at Cass. "Did you miss dish duty again? Is that why they won't let us go?" Cass just shot him a look. "I did not. Maybe they learnt that you cheated at levitation!" Then the massive doors croaked open.

He felt, cold. Someone was there with clones. The Intiates all looked on in awe. The clone army! They fought with the Jedi against the bad guys. Maybe they heard that the class had to stay in, so were here to show off. Though then a blue light eminated from a hilt in the hand of the robed figure leading them, someone who for some reason he could not look at. It cut into the body of one of the guards and th erest of the class screamed as they began to try and get away.

"Kill the traitors, none leave alive." He recognised the voice, he was a Jedi! He turned to run, as a bolt struck a leg and he fell over crying in pain. He managed to watch as Grok fell to the ground and he screamed his voice hoarse. He turned to see the hooded Jedi approach, this was a mistake. A test, a trick? It couldn't be real. The Jedi temple couldn't be under attack.

It was the safest place in the galaxy. Then he saw the eyes beneath the hood.

The angry, unforgiving, pained eyes.

It was the last thing Roland Quee, Jedi Intitiate from Coronet City, Corellia. Ever saw.
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