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Worror

It happened fast, the Padawan came in and was shot. Falling to the ground, Worrors hand went to his lightsaber pulling it from the clip on his belt and igniting it however before he could move Seris was off. He shook his head, she wrenched a table from its place and cast it at the door before attacking a clone (rather skillfully for someone who supposedly hadn't had an training...) and then using a training lightsaber to incapacitate him. At least she was resourceful however he never doubted such a fact. He ran up to her as fast as he could go on his old legs without using the Force and put a hand on her shoulder, the mounted translation device echoing his words. "You kept us safe, for now, young one. Though do not forsake your beliefs during this trying time, leave it to me to protect you. I do not want you harming yourself." 

As if on que a group of six clones came running around a corner, hands going to their blasters to bring them to a raised position. Worror just pushed past Seris and raised his right hand focusing on the presence of the Clones in the Force. He felt their muscles contract and expand, the nerves transmitting signals to and from the brain. Their hearts bet almost as one, as if they were all connected - merely another sign of how truly identical they were. The clones stopped, unmoving. He could hear them all grunt in surprise and displeasure. They couldn't move, however this wasn't as if Worror had grabbed the Clones in the Force their bodies would not respond.

He nodded towards the direction of T'ish and Jasma. "Go, I shall not be far behind." Expanding his sense of awareness he could also feel the presence of Wynn nearby. Locating it he gave a slight mental tug in his direction. The entire temple shook again and his concentration wavered for a second, the Clones managed to raise their weapons slightly more. He raised his left hand and focused on the door control panel, like most in the temple while there was a simple button combination there was also one that was designed to be used with the Force. Turning the panel the door slammed, and then in a criss cross motion blast doors also closed. He ran upto the door, knowing the clones would likely be heading straight to bypass the lock and open it.

Once against it he planted his lightsaber in the centre of the door melting the metal and fusing the door closed. He didn't doubt that the Clones would resort to explosives but that would take time. The question was whether or not it would be enough time for them to get out. He moved in the direction of T'ish and Jasma willing himself on still trying not to draw on the Force too heavily, he had no doubt that when he needed the Force to help him move he wouldn't be able to stop drawing on it until they left the Temple so he wanted to delay that as long as possible in order to ensure his own survival. He extinguished his blade, casting out another little mental tug at Wynn. The Archivists were doing their job and most the younger Jedi had already moved deeper within the temple though it pained him to think, that wouldn't be enough. They could not hold off the Clones, no way. They would have to escape the Temple and there was no way every single Jedi would manage that.

They would need to run from their home, their way of life. He cast out the pain of the truth, now was not such time for thoughts. They may need to leave this place but for as long as one Jedi remained so would their way of life. 

CT-2979

CT-2979, also known as Hotshot ran out of the LAAT, gun lowered but ready heading towards the temple. Already there was the occasional camera hovering in the area but he just ignored it. He was here for one thing, to kill Jedi. They had betrayed the Republic! The very thought of it, that he had fought side by side with the Jedi since the war began and they were traitors? The very thought filled him with rage and he knew his brothers felt the exact same way as he did. How could they not? He looked up in the sky as a LAAT strafed to the left facing the temple it's main gun firing through the walls of the temple at what was probably a extra troublesome group of Jedi. 

Many Clones would die here today, but at least they would die for the Republic, peace and freedom. The Jedi? What did they even stand for if they were planning to betray the Republic. He ran through into the temple, the sounds of the outside world dimming as if he stuck his head underwater. His breath heavy in his helmet, he could feel the hot air bouncing back onto his face. He was well and truly angry at the Jedi. Clone bodies lay around the doorway, killed by lightsabers. A couple still struggled with missing limbs or broken blasters. The Jedi would pay for what was done here today, and the rest throughout the Galaxy...

Well. They'd be dealt with.

Trayla

Trayla towered over the other beings in the High Council tower. Her four arms crossed as she stood among this... mottley crew of other Jedi who had managed to get to the council tower when the attack began. There were groups of resistance everywhere, clones bearing down on their positions. Some she had no doubt were trying to escape, the cowards. Simply abandoning the temple rather than repelling the invaders. They were just Clones, no matter how many there were they should not need to run. Leaving everyone and everything behind like that was simply, cowardice. So she stood there in the ring of Jedi Knights and Masters who were working together to try and defend this portion of the temple.

None of them dared sit in the seats of the Late Jedi Council, so they all stood. She herself looking out the window at the temple being attacked. More LAATs kept bringing more troops, some of them strafing the outer edges of the temple. She could even see a Venator hovering in the distance. Obviously preparing to drop more troops if necessary. A Jedi Cruiser attacking the Jedi Temple... she would have laughed at the irony had there not been the chance that the Jedi way could end right here on this day.

Her fist banged against the thick glass, that still cracked slightly, as one of the other Jedi proposed escape. "No, no escape. This is our home, this temple is a beacon of hope in the Galaxy!" She walked toward the centre of the room where everyone else could see her. "If this is where we are to fall, so be it. Though we are Jedi we can survive this! Then when all is said and done we can march over there-" Her top right hand pointed towards the senate building "-and try the Senate and the Chancellor for their crimes against us! Then we can take over the senate and make sure those that take it's place are just, fair and true." There was murmuring, some of them nodding their heads others shaking theirs. Though then some of them drew their lightsabers, a flash of anger crossed her face as she pulled her two dual blade lightsabers from her belt. Then she felt the danger, mentally chastising herself for letting her anger cloud her judgement as she turned.

A LAAT hovered there in the window, and without thinking she ducked. The bolts crashing through the windows burning Jedi up where they stood. Her ears started ringing and her back burned from the heat of the shots that came too close for comfort. She heard several light thuds, and looked up as clones swung on cables into the room and she screamed. Pushing herself up with two hands she pushed her lower two out as well putting all her power in the Force. The clones that were detached from the cables, boots on the ground, went out the window and fell to their deaths. The ones attached were merely pushed back. They raised their blasters but her lightsabers were up twirling, batting back bolts. Trying to direct them to the LAAT the armour just scarred and blackened.

She swore, trying to get a critical hit. Trying to make them pay. Then there was the sound of a blast, louder than the others and she stopped. Lightsabers no longer twirling, she looked down as she saw the blood on her torso. Falling to her knees she looked behind her to see another LAAT hovering with it's doors open, in the middle of the compartment sat a sniper. It was then, in her dying moments that she tried to push a thought throughout the temple. To any Jedi open to the Force. A simple and easy to distinguish thought. 

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