~ Just minutes before the Sacking of Coruscant… ~
Xid’s footsteps were echoing, fast clip and bouncing, down the lengthy halls of the Jedi Temple. He was garbed in the traditional Padawan outfit, his tiny braid safely tucked behind his ear and keeping it from flicking to the corner of his eyes. That always was always a distraction. At his waist, a small droid, Navi he dubbed it, was being carried in toll. Navi made a loud buzz in protest then let out an indignant click, each sound had a unique meaning in a language all its own, when its master’s pace changed. It was clear he was excited at where his path led: right to Tolun Fi’s lab. Four years had come and passed, the once youngling was now a Padawan and wondered if the Kamino would recognize him, even with the additional height.
Xid drew closer to the hallway’s end and just about to round the corner before a small group of younglings appeared. Guided by a master, they walked along side making the Padawan smile at the simplicity of his childhood. Merely mediation, training and learning made up his days, discovering he was missing them more and more now. One of the younglings blinked then narrowed their eyes upon Navi. Curiously the little one, an Epicthanix, drew in closer causing the others to stop as well. What are they…ooohh…Xid realized, his head turned down at his creation.
Proving his thoughts right, it didn’t take long for one to pipe up,” What is that?”
The Padawan felt his throat clear, dry, and answered ceasing his walk for the moment,” Navi, a droid.”
“I’ve never seen a droid like that,” spoke a Zabrak girl. Her face was covered in the Res Selenores, tribal tattoos, and seeming pure race.
“Well, it’s a very spe-“Xid’s words were cut off instantly.
A dark, for brooding seemed to choke him.
Unable to finish his thought, Xid’s bright blue eyes roamed the interior of the hallway following the other eyes. They were listening to the silence. Their eyes were expecting the source to show itself inside the hall, hoping to connect the source to the emotions toiling within each one and once more regain their calm. The older Jedi was first to stir pulled from the spell. He turned his head towards the way they had come, his hand out, motioning them to stay before doubling back. Something seemed so…wrong, yet nothing had changed. Nothing appeared or attacked them. But that sensation wouldn’t let go and he felt vulnerable. The black, unease feeling continued to fill his heart that was soon was consumed by fresh anxiety also starting to be displayed by the younglings. In the back of his mind, he was regretting leaving his dorm more and more with each passing moment.
In an attempt for comfort and hide his growing fear, the Padawan‘s fingers tightened upon the machine within his grasp. He watched the Jedi disappear around the corner. Held close to the teen’s waist, the six thin legs dangled over the fingers and stalk receptors twisted back to stare at its young master. It felt his unease and tensed body. Tilting its eyes from one side to the other for a moment, Navi inwardly debated on how to bring calm again. Finally, it broke the silence with a distraction and instantly Xid found himself inwardly jumping at the loud sound.
Navi’s unique language, series of short or long whistles, buzzes and clicks, was echo across the Temple’s walls and back to Xid. All eyes, young and older, drew to the small droid. Naturally Xid knew what the droid was asking causing the young Padawan to glance down,” Something’s wrong, Navi. Very wrong…”
Making his words reality the whole Temple began to shake and tremble. It felt like his legs were jelly, the vibrations rattling though the feet, knees and more. Pieces of roof crumbled and fell causing Xid’s hands to shoot out. One hand braced against the wall, his other reached for a nearby youngling, a human boy with blonde hair, to steady the child from tumbling to the ground. Everywhere Xid looked the walls came crashing down feeling him with fear and dread. Navi, fallen from his grip, whistled in panic before scrambling for cover. Xid’s hand roughly pushed the child forward. Now pinning the child between him and the wall, the Padawan prayed for the quake to stop. It took a moment but he realized soon enough blood was being spilled. Screams and fear, each emotion filled his mind threatening to rip it apart. Xid’s teeth clench through the unexplained pain. Let this be over, he pleaded with closed eyes, let it be over. His sense catching the faint life signs though the falling rubble followed by forms pulling out of the dust, his eyes open unable to believe what he saw.
Empire Shock Troops! Here in the Temple!
Their blasters held at their shoulders, feet marching fearless and in perfect union towards him and the younglings. Time to leave…now came the reason, hitting him with the force of a train. Inhaling Xid, his hand flipped up his lightsaber into his palm, screamed,” Get behind me, now! NOW!”
His green lightsaber came to life while he tossed the young boy behind him, the others huddled behind him unsure what was happening. He couldn’t sooth them or talk to them. Xid had to focus on the fight, knowing deep down he wasn’t a match for them. His heart was hammering in his ears, blocking out the scene filled with chaos and carnage. Bring his hands together to his weapon’s blade, taking an opening stance with legs widening his stand, ready to tell them to make a run for it. However before they could fire, Navi reacted. Using the cover of smoke and debris, the little bot had six legs to stead itself, much better then either Xid or the troops, and took full advantage of it. Fast its robotic legs went scurrying across the floor in front of the troop’s feet, leaving it a thin cord barely visible in the dust. It was nailed into the far wall by a grappling hook growing taunt. The first soldier pulled up his blaster, still approaching, the muffled voice giving an order to surrender.
Then he tripped over the line. The man went down, pulling the trigger and a blast erupted from his gun at Xid. Immediately the Padawan ducked to the side bring the earlier youth with him, the blast merely scorching the wall behind them as two more men fell. He used the distraction. Shoving the young boy away Xid shouted at the top of his lungs, “Run!!!!! Go, Now!”
Quickly, Xid shoved the youngling forward as they started to run. Too busy tending to the child, the young Padawan’s shoulder exploded with pain when three blasters clipped his shoulder and his mouth let out a painful scream. Fire, hot and burning, filled his vision with red while his lightsaber fell from his grasp. Its light buzzed and died upon the ground. His own cooked flesh filled his nose, his body going limp and slid to his side. Unable to move, his eyes watched his rustic yellow droid scamper into a wall, vanishing from sight. Slowly failing sight crept into the edges of his blurry vision until everything went black. Please…let the younglings be safe became Xid’s last thought, finally lost to unconsciousness.
Ache… the dull ache and slight cold burning against his cheek was the first thing Xid noticed upon awaking. He let out a soft groan while his body began to move. Little by little, the young padawan started to rise as his knees curled underneath him. He let out a slight hiss at feeling the muscle in his shoulder pull, stinging after the over kill shot to his back and for a moment considered just letting the cold metal sooth his pain. Bad part about it, he had no idea the last time it was sanitized and likely cause infection. He had gotten likely. It only burned a few layers off his skin, singeing the clothing grazing the skin underneath. Fingers reached through his curls and came to rest upon his braid start, following it down and tugging it from its safe keeping behind his ear. Instinctively he pinched it and rubbed it while rising to his feet, carefully. His eyes looked about spotting the place he had landed in. A prison cell.
Great…he thought bitterly.
His eyes paid little mind to the grey cell’s thick walls, the main section branching off into five separate rooms like a pentagon, each branch seemed equipped with the same basic things. At least they were dead but somehow, he doubted this would end well. He turned at hearing a voice he recognized the youth turned to Taia’s cell. Immediately his shoulder forgotten, the Padawan rushed towards the cell only to screech to a halt as he looked over the energy door. Trying to see around best he could without cooking his flesh, Xid noticed a button close to the side and then answered.
“Taia, there’s a button,” he tried to point at it, waving his hand that direction like some mime,” Press it! It will open no problem.”
Once she opened it, if she did, he would step back to allow her out before relaxing just a bit more,” Any idea what’s going on? Why we’re here? Were you hurt?”