Kolinn heard the mutt's charge at her. She raised her Saber to try and stop it's advance, but out of no-where, one of the guard appeared to slay it. "Thank you sir." she said to him as he told them to come with him. "I... Think my leg is broken..." she said, grabbing Erin's arm, she used it to hoist herself to her working foot. "Any chance for some help? walking?" she asked the girl.

Rego entered the hidden room with the others, he noticed the corpses laying around and groaned, something horrible took place here, there were survivors but some of them didn't seem to be the in the best shape. Several guards were here as well as some Jedi. The one known as Deja called them into a group, organizing the survivors in a way so that the strongest were on the outside to protect the younger ones in the middle. took his place on the outside of the group, following the orders which he was given. Kraytan exited the room to find others, so Rego took his place in the group on the outside, grasping his lightsaber.

They were finally moving to get out of the temple, which would be a relief, the stench of death and despair filled these hallways. Rego wanted out of this place, he needed to think of those that he had known who were killed in the attack, it would put him at more of a peaceful state of mind. He blinked as Deja pulled a lever to lead the group into a large hallway. More bodies, they seemed to be everywhere, this attack really turned into a massacre for both sides it seemed. The Jedi that had perished had tried to take the clones with them. They were near the cargo bay, which was filled with several battalions of clones. Rego gripped his lightsaber tighter, waiting to see when they would charge in to battle the clones.

Kalmi looked puzzled for a moment at Vor’loch's hungry youngling comment, His injuries were obviously catching up to him quickly. still she'd been keeping her awareness on the tunnels to guard against imminent threats. because of that she was aware of Vor’loch's thoughts drifting to the future. Kalmi on the other hand kept herself firmly rooted in the present, if they did not survive even thinking about the future was of little use to anyone Of course her injuries weren't half as severe, keeping her concentration was substantially easier, the leg wound was beginning to bleeding freely however and she could feel muscle damage pulling with every step, While not critical she would me impaired if they needed to run.

Something about Vor’loch's youngling comment set off warning bells in her mind so she let her awareness spread out through the force beyond the tunnel walls. The presence Vor’loch had mentioned when they entered the tunnels was readily apparent when she did and moving closer rapidly, hunger was evident in the minds of the creatures and they were certainly not younglings. "We need to move faster ourselves, those are not younglings you sense." Kalmi said as she increased her pace despite the additional damage it could do to her leg. "We must reach the cargo access quickly or I fear our window of escape will close." She added urging Vor’loch to move faster again. What she wouldn't give for someone trained in the healing arts, she wasn't certain Vor’loch would even last to the cargo access in his current state. She resolved to at least learn the basics of healing herself when they escaped and found a safe haven for even a little while.

The walls of the service tunnels pressed in tightly, as if the Temple endeavored to suffocate him. Used to the spacious walkways and cavernous passages of the Jedi Temple's main gallery, where he had lived and trained for so much of his life, Jerek found the narrow tunnels to be an alien view of the place the youth had come to call home. Though it was certainly part of the Temple, the maze of passages were unfamiliar to the boy, and he paused cautiously at every intersection, uncertain of the way forward.

Thus far he had been lucky in avoiding any more Clone Troopers, or the vicious creatures that had killed Vul and threatened an embattled Beck. But a Jedi could not survive on blind luck alone.

Breathing deeply, the boy quieted his mind. He did not reach out to probe his surroundings, this time Jerek did not know what he was searching for. Instead, the padawan simply listened, blocking out the outside world to hear the voice that whispered in his thought sometimes, a wise voice that knew the ways of the universe. If Jerek had the skill to confer with the Force like the Council Masters, there were a great deal many questions he would ask it. Such as the reason for the Clones attack, why so many Jedi were dying, what would happen to them, would he survive?

Instead, he asked the only question that mattered. How do I find my way?

Jerek inhaled, sensing the sweet smell of fresh water. His brow creased as he frowned, but the boy did not open his eyes. He sat still, inhaling the smell of the water, hearing it cascading gently, like a waterfall. Like thousands of waterfalls. The sound permeated his body, filling him as the scent filled his nostrils. A voice was speaking above the sound of his breathing, the deep bass of the old, Togruta teaching master, intoning dryly about the merits of proper meditation breathing. Where Jerek may have dismissed the old Jedi's lecture before as boring, now he listened to the words with pinpoint focus.

"Let your thoughts flow out of you like breath," Ulthas, the Togruta master, advised his pupils. Jerek listened with the rest of the class, taking heed of the wizened Jedi's words. His breathing slowed to deep, full breaths, each one a portal to the world around him. When he exhaled, the boy felt himself receding, disconnecting from the body he inhabited. His disembodied form looked on at the blond-haired youth before him, his clothes peppered with singe marks, his hair wild and bruises already starting to appear on his skin.

The faint voice of Ulthas continued. "Don't listen to your mind, listen to your feelings," it said, and Jerek did just that. The boy before him inhaled, and suddenly Jerek was flooded with new information. Like a creature of the earth, the scents around him told a tale, and he knew what to do. His body moved, towards the scent he had found, beyond the rotting flesh and burning ozone, his nose had picked up the smell that told him exactly where to go.

"Trust your instincts." The voice was barely a whisper now. The boy pushed forward, moving steadily towards the source, drawing a breath when the trail took a turn. There were many scents invading the padawan's sense of smell. Rotting flesh, sweat, fervor, arrogance, hunger. He ignored all of these, avoiding their presence, focusing instead on the one emotion that could only signify the remaining Jedi, the common experience they all felt now. Like hunted animals, the Jedi stank distinctly of prey. Knowing it would lead him to the surviving forces, where he had a better chance, Jerek followed the smell of prey.

Soon, the boy could go no further. His way was blocked by walls on all sides, and the route back was opposite to his course. Jerek felt the walls, searching for some way through, some hidden lever or handle that would clear the path before him. His search was to no avail, the boy found nothing useful. Desperate, he unclipped the silver cylinder attached to his waist, igniting the emerald blade once more. The metal walls curled back in response to the heat as he inserted the tip, and the rush of air from beyond told Jerek that his mark had been true. When he had finished cutting a hole big enough to crawl through, the boy deactivated the lightsaber and climbed through.

No Clone Troopers or Vornskr inhabited these passages, he could tell. Breaking into a sprint, Jerek rushed ahead, following his instincts toward the surviving Jedi just ahead.

Sep and Gat, Gat and Sep. Gat and I, I and Gat.

Vor’loch moved down the corridor when he felt a familiar presence tangled in with a hungry younglings, it was someone important. Someone he had to teach… it was… what was the name? It couldn’t be that important if he couldn’t remember, could it? He turned a corridor, stumbling slightly. He still had the choice to let go and stop focusing on the Force, before it became too much and he passed out. Though on the other hand if he were to do that he’d die and he could not die. He was one of the last of the order and he would assist in bringing light back to the Galaxy if it were the last thing he was to do! He heard a snap hiss down a corridor and he turned to his fellow Jedi. “Did you hear that? Sounded like a light stick! I mean a glow saber… no… lightsaber!”

Vor’loch’s ramblings were starting to worry Kalmi, though she tried to hide her concern behind the calm jedi image. She heard the hiss of a sabre as well and picked up the pace hoping that whoever it was hadn’t found clones or any of those beasts she could feel. “Then let us investigate, safety in numbers right, and if we’re lucky they might even know how to heal.”

He shook his head. “I fear for the healing it is already too late. I am being sustained purely by the Forces. Any second I could be passing out, and then maybe not awakening for a long time. If this happens you promise to leave me?” He continued down the hall, always taking them to where he had believed to hear the noise. Part of him, the part that was still unaffected by this state of Euphoria was screaming for him to stop, to let go of the Force for now, to stop running and stop trying to lead this Jedi on. She would be much better leaving him though he knew she would not. He simply hoped that would not be a mistake.

Kalmi shook her head as she kept moving towards the sound of the lightsabre. “Too many jedi have died today already, While you still live I will do everything I can to see that you make it out of here as well.” Kalmi replied only half believing it herself. The Order needed to survive, if that meant a few more might fall along the way so that that goal could be accomplished… she pushed the thought to the back of her mind, she was not going to give up on Vor’loch. “Let us focus on the task at hand, finding our brother or sister ahead.” She added more resolutely.

Vor’loch then felt a familiar presence. “Its… Its the youngling! No, the hungry one… no-” He shook his head, it was frustrating and it was obviously so. “My youngling, the young one I train. It is him, he is the one nearby. I can feel him in my head. No sense. He is nearby, he was the one to make the noises of which I heard.” He began to run, or more… hobble down the corridor.

Kalmi Overtook Vor’loch as she moved down the corridor, so it was his padawan then, assuming his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him for leaning on the force for so long at least. She hoped that when they found the padawan they would not have found themselves walking headlong into trouble. Rounding a corner she found a small hole cut into the wall of a dead end passage it was small enough for a young human to crawl through, the padawan no doubt. Still she would be able to fit through as well even if it meant getting a few more scratches.

As she stuck her head through the hole she was greeted with a rear view of a young… well she thought it was a boy but the wild blonde hair had given her doubts at first. The braid of a padawan was clearly visible however. “Young one,” She said quickly. “Your master needs assistance.” she added as she turned back to the hole in case Vor’loch really did need assistance getting through.

"Much appreciated, Sir..." Erin was quite stunned with the Temple Guard's sudden entrance, saving both herself and the other Padawan from the Vornskr attack before the beasts got too close. Kolinn prepared for defend herself, but those damnable creatures would have caught Erin by surprise if it wasn't for the Temple Guard's intervention. When Kolinn grabbed her arm it made her snap back into reality, "Oh. Yes, of course." She said, wrapping that same arm around Kolinn's shoulders to support her. They were ready to go, but... There was something Erin couldn't get out of her mind as she started to walk with her fellow Padawan.

"Sir, I don't suppose you met a Master Sorni down here? An Echani, I think?" She asked the armoured Jedi, "We got separated."

A new voice reached Jerek's ears, catching the boy mid-sprint. The unfamiliar cadence set his heart to pounding, reacting before his brain had even finished processing the stranger's words. Twirling in place, the padawan faced the new presence, raising the silver hilt of his lightsaber to deal with any new threat. His eyes settled upon the region where the speaker's voice had come, where, within the opening Jerek had cut, a head had poked through.

The head was female, a woman of fair skin and dark locks that tumbled down the sides of her face. Her blue eyes looked into his hazel ones, and Jerek thought he could see the fatigue reflected back within them. The boy relaxed and clipped his lightsaber back to his belt, the woman's appearance and her presence in the Force confirmed that she was a Jedi. She had not come to harm him; of this the padawan was sure. The head retreated once more into the opening Jerek had made, presumably to assist his master.

Vor'loch! The thought made the youth brim with joy, assurance that his master was still alive. He dropped to all fours, peering through the hole at the scene beyond. The Noghri was just rounding the corner, hobbling as he went. Jerek climbed through his makeshift passage quickly, trying not to snare his already-tattered garb on the rough edges of the metal. Moving quickly, the padawan went to help his master, offering a hand or shoulder to help the Noghri Jedi stand.

"Are you all right, master?" the youth inquired, concern lacing his alto voice. He turned to look at the woman, shifting his gaze between the two, "What happened?"

Keilara nodded at Kraytan and his offered comfort, finding herself a little more willing to believe his words than her own. The tall padawan straightened back up and joined the gathering group. Without argument, she took her place in the formation between the Jedi and the younglings and followed Deja as she lead on. She tired her best to ignore the corpses that littered the ground at their destination in a hall off the cargo bay. Never mind the fragments of temple that lay scattered around smoldering, some even still on fire, and the doors that had been blasted away. IT was too much for her to allow to sink in yet. So many had given their lives, some before they even knew what was happening. Have we really been betrayed by a Sith and the clones?

Peering in to the cargo bay, it certainly looked that way. The young Vahla swallowed quietly, but rather hard, when Deja indicated that they would need to engage the clones. There were so many of them! Her hand drifted to grip the lightsaber at her thigh. A cold shock of fear ran through her before she managed to wrestle it back into control. Odds seeming against or not, she couldn't let the fear control her. She would not allow the calling of her blood to fight through and let the fear become anger and lead her astray. Steeling herself, she gave the barest of nods to affirm to herself that she was willing and ready to follow the Temple Guards orders. She hoped Kraytan would catch up in time to move on the clones with them, more help offered better chances. She glanced at the younglings and began to find it even easier to hold back her blood-encouraged emotions. They would need all the help and protection they could get, even if it was just from a padawan like herself.

After a moment, she found her voice enough to quietly ask Deja, "How long do you think we have before we need to move on them?"

The young Anzati and the young Nautolan both huddled close to the Vahla padawan as she offered encouragement. A safe place, she had said. They were inside of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, and yet they were not safe. If they were not safe here, then where? Did such a thing exist anymore? Sor-Jan and Zak both wanted to believe the words the Vahla offered them, but despair and anxiety were beginning to take their toll as both boys finally had time for some of the magnitude of events which they had witnessed to sink in.

They were dead.

All of them. Everyone that either boy had ever known or loved since they were taken from their families and given, instead, a Clan to belong to. They had seen the bodies of all those Jedi brother and sisters littering the ground. Their parental guardians felled by the clone troopers who were supposed to be the Great Army of the Republic. Their idealized protectors, the Jedi Knights, dead or dying in the very halls in which the two boys now stood. And so Sor-Jan and Zak both wanted to believe what the Vahla said to be true - desperately, pleadingly, as a child might hide from evil by throwing a blanket over its head - but neither of the younglings were so young as to be that naive with all that they had born unwitting witness to. There was no where safe.

Swallowing, choking against his own fear and a parched throat, the young Anzati could only hope that he was wrong.

A hand touched his shoulder, prompting the raven-haired youth to look up. A Jedi Temple Guardian stood over him and said, "You will survive this nightmare I promise you this, however you must be strong, stronger than any younglings before you. You must control your emotions, if you unleash them now they will lead you down a dangerous path and could as well send those around you down the same path. Now follow Deja, she will escort you to the Cargo Bay, I will be there shortly."

Another temple guard - Deja, he supposed - began issuing orders. Sor-Jan and Zak were ushered into the center of a formation forged of the remaining survivors. The Vahla padawan was nearby, standing between the younglings and the remaining Jedi Knights. And the guardian who had spoken of their survival? Through the crowds of people, Sor-Jan caught the fleeting glimpse of him returning to the tunnels where they had come. But he got no more than a glimpse, as both he and the Nautolan were pressed onward as the Jedi group led by Deja were on the move.

The young Anzat reached out for the Nautolan boy's hand as they found themselves on the run once more. Panic and fear and uncertainty clouded his mind and deprived him of the opportunity to catch his breath, though it wasn't long before Deja had them positioned outside of their destination. But there was another problem. There were more clones inside. So they would wait. But not for long.

"How long do you think we have before we need to move on them?"

It was the Vahla padawan. He could recognize her voice now. Glancing up at the red-haired woman, the youngling swallowed back the apprehension he felt at the suggestion. Fighting clones seemed... wrong. The Jedi and the clones were supposed to have been in the war together. A tug on his arm brought his head close to the Nautolan boy as the one whispered to the other. "Do you still have your training saber?"

Bringing a hand up to his belt, Sor-Jan felt a wave of anxiety overwhelm him before his hand brushed against the training device. Nodding, the Anzati and the Nautolan exchanged a look before turning back toward the adults around them. Charging a group of clone troopers wasn't what either of them had in mind when they'd gone to saber practice today.

Kraytan lead the two padawans down the hallways, he used the Force every once in a while to help move them over large debris since the young dathomirian girl was hurt badly. The other padawan asked about a Master Sorni, he had met the Jedi Master many of times, but had never exchanged more than few words with him most times. He hadn't heard from him or any of the other Jedi Masters in general though. He continued to walk and keep his pace steady, looking about for any movement. "I am sorry I have not young one, but I have not heard from anyone in truth besides the Temple Master. He has given me explicit orders to rally all survivors and to ensure their escape off world. That is why we move towards the Cargo Bay." He said to Erin as they rounded another corner and saw the group of Jedi waiting by the entrance to the Cargo Bay. He ushered them to move quickly now, he didn't want them all to be waiting too long in the halls where they would be easily found.

Deja looked into the Cargo Bay periodically and watched the Clones search around, two LAAT/I landed and unloaded a few more clones. The pilots hopped out as well and they were unmanned now. Perhaps this would be their way out, she would wait for Kraytan to return for they couldn't risk attacking without his help unless they were forced to. One of the padawans asked her when they would press forward. It would have to been soon she felt, Kraytan where ever he went would be on his way back to them for sure by now. "We have not too much time I fear young one, but the Force has led us this far and it shall lead us all the way have no worry." As she finished her words Kraytan appeared down the hall with two more padawans. This was a pleasant sight for sore eyes. "Kraytan glad to see you made it with more survivors."

Kraytan nodded as he peaked into the Cargo Bay feeling a unfriendly presence. He activated his Lightsaber pike and looked to the others. "The Temple Guards will take the front, then it shall go from Knights to Younglings as I am sure Deja has told you all before my arrival. Stay close behind us and remember there is no emotion, there is peace." Kraytan walked through the entrance and the three other guards followed all Lightsaber pikes at the ready. "Wait until I give the signal." He said to them as he moved further into the room.

"Look! Over there! Jedi!" A commander said as he raised his blaster. The other clones turned quickly and took firing positions as they awaited their commander's orders. Kraytan breathed slowly as he allowed the Force to swell around him. The other guards stood behind him ready to engage the clones. "Fire! Fire! Fire!" The commander yelled and a hundred streaks of blue shot from all over the room aimed at Kraytan. The shots hit him rapidly, however he didn't move at all. They bombarded him for a another few seconds before the commander raised his hand to halt their fire as he noticed the shots weren't doing anything. The room was still as everyone looked at Kraytan, whether he was going to fall to the ground dead or somehow still be alive. Kraytan exhaled a large breath, his Lightsaber pike split into two separate blades and channeling all the energy he just absorbed threw both of them with great force. The blades spun around the room almost too fast for the eye to even register. Four dozen clones dropped dead, cut in half or several body parts missing. Kraytan dashed forward to the commander and punched him in the chest with enough force he went flying across the room and indented into the metal wall of the Cargo Bay.

"Attack! For the Republic!" Kaytan shouted, his blades returned to him and he began to engage in battle with the clones. He silently thanked his first master for having him spend so much time studying and practicing, for if it hadn't been for the long days he spent honing his skills he may have never been able to master the skills tutaminis which allowed him to perform such a mighty as well as dangerous maneuver. The Temple Guards rushed forward and started to fight the clones, Kraytan had taken only a small portion of them. The Guards attacked swiftly and with determination, they had been training for this day their entire lives. There was only four of them in total, but they would fight to the death to protect the Jedi, to protect the Order, for their master.

Vor'loch shrugged his padawan off. "Your strength needs to be used for you and not for me. I appear to off had a falling out with clones." He sensed a group of Jedi survivors and fear from a lot of people. "The time is near, it is almost over." He turned to his Padawan. "You must remain out of sight during this fight. I do not want to see you injured, no matter what happens remain here." He sprinted off down the corridor, two corridors away and he ran into the cargo bay. Clones were firing at Jedi and Jedi were batting away bolts and slicing towards clone. He bolstered himself again with the Force for what he believed could be very well the last time. Jumping in from another direction he went unseen momentarily by the clones as he sliced down in a downward direction disarming several clones. HE could see the other group of Jedi know, led by those who were obviously Temple Guards.

He gasped as a blaster bolt cleaned through his right knee and then it was all too much. His control off the force dropped out and he fell, everything faded to back as he was on the bridge of death.

Bewildered by his master's behavior, Jerek watched Vor'loch recede quickly down the corridor. The sandy-haired youth was impressed by the Noghri's pace, when just a minute ago he had been offering the older Jedi support just to walk. At the same time, he was struck by a sense of fear, helplessness, as Vor'loch charged into a battle for which the injured Jedi could not possibly be capable.

Jerek found himself racing to catch up, the name of his master erupting from his mouth as he went. Ahead, he could see a group of younglings huddling, surrounded by a sparse wall of padawans. The reasonable part of his mind told Jerek that this was his place, to stay and protect the Order's most vulnerable members, but those who needed to survive the most. It was critical, it was imperative, after all, Jerek's rational mind told him, the younglings were the future of the Order.

The rational part of his mind fell silent as the padawan laid eyes on the fallen Noghri.

Emerald flashed through the air as the young Jedi launched himself towards his master, drawing the fire of several nearby clones. His blade sent the shots flying wild, none so lucky as to return to its origin. Yet despite his aching muscles and winded lungs, Jerek spun his blade in the fashion that he'd been taught, feeling it slice through the white and blue armor of a clone. He barely heard the trooper's cry over the sound escaping his own mouth, a battle cry fueled with the rage boiling within him.

The universe had stolen his twin brother from him, but today Jerek stood against the universe, wielding his lightsaber and the Force. Within the padawan, there was no peace, only emotion, driving him forward into the fray.

As the Jedi assault began, some of the survivors who had rallied under the Temple Guards began to fall one-by-one. It unnerved Erin to watch their closest allies gunning the Jedi down. No bonds had been forged in this war - the clones had no sense of justice or fairness whatsoever. Right now, they were just merciless men with nothing to guide them except for their orders. It hurt to think they were 'friends' only hours ago...

Despite feeling the need to join the attack, Erin remained behind cover with the Dathomirian girl. Simply putting her down here and saying 'I'm off to kill some clones' didn't seem all that right, especially given her fellow Padawan couldn't walk on her own because of that leg. "How are you holding up?" Erin asked, unsure of what else she could say or do.

Kolinn sighed, looking down at her devastated leg. "Well, my leg is in more pieces than one of Master Yoda's puzzles, My master went for help, and now I can't find him, and now i'm being targetted by people wearing Clone Armour..." A blaster bolt pinged off of the concrete behind them and she jumped a little. "But on the bright side, my hiccups are now gone, so i'd say i'm peachy." she moaned as she tried to get her shattered leg comfortable. The blood pouring from her leg wound was rather alarming. "Alright, gonna try something stupid." She said, rubbing her hands together. Summoning what looked like a ball of Force Lightning, she shoved it into her leg. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" she seethed, before throwing her head back. "Oh, that's better, the lightning overloaded the nerves in my legs and sent them into shock, so for the moment, my leg pain is gone, and the heat cauterized the wound..." Her sister had taught her that. She sighed as she realized that this is how her sisters must have felt when Greivous came.... "Go help the others... I'll be fine."

The Jedi Master rested her head against the side of the tunnel with an exasperated sigh that would even make a rancor flinch. She looked down the tunnel, away from that which she came as it gently began to slope upwards, to her back lay a labyrinthine complex of interlacing tunnels and chambers that made up the bowls of the temple. The clones had pulled away from the area she was currently in having found no traces of life, for the Jedi Master had been carefully avoiding them for the most part and quickly silencing those that had found hger. She knew the approximate location of the cargo bay and where she was supposed to head towards, but getting there was seemingly becoming harder after her separation from Erin, she had to escape deeper into the labyrinth as to not get backed into a corner. She deiced to continue down the path upward, hoping that she somehow found her way, listening with the force for echos of the Jedi somewhere else within.

This continued for some time until the Echani Master eventually found herself at her destination, The Cargo bay but not on the floor of it were the rest were engaged in combat but above them on the catwalks above were shipping crates and containers usually hung. She could hear the blaster fire before she entered the room, and the shouts and as she reached out with the force she could feel the Jedi within, and quickly she entered the battlefield. Below her she could she the luminescent flash of blaster bolts and the radiant hue of lightsabers flashing as the weaved delicate arcs through the open air before cleaning slicing through white and blue armor. But she was not alone on the catwalk, a team of clone sharpshooters raining precise blaster fire from above onto the attacking group below. The Jedi Master charged at them, her lightsaber flashing to life and deflecting the bolts fired by one of the auto turrets set up to defend them, she reached the device its self moments later and tore through it, cutting it in half. The clones turned but they had little time to switch to their sidearms and their large DC-15x sniper rifles were lackluster at best at close range, as she wove a delicate dance moving from a disarming slash, moving into a Sarlacc sweep as naturally as one could honing through years of experience, before leaping at the next target further away switching from Shii-Cho to Ataru as she came down upon the marksmen with a heavy blow severing him diagonally as the last clone backpedaled in retreat she reached her hand out and reached out with the force and a concussive force hit the clone in the chest sending him flying off the catwalk and to the ground with a yell.

Her victory was short lived though as a explosive of some kind was deflected and shot upwards smashing into the catwalk, the whole structured groaned as it buckled, Master Sorni had little time to brace herself as the walkway fell out from underneath her. She manged to steer herself in her descent so that she manged to hit one of the parked LAAT's roof in between the two large anti-vehicle missile launchers. She let out a grunt of pain as she felt something in her sides crack and break upon impact. But she had little time to worry about that, as she dismounted the roof of the transport and entered it through the side bay door. Inside she was met by the pilot, no doubt scrambling back to his craft, to open fire upon her fellow Jedi with the ships forward mounted anti-personal cannons. His DC-15S blaster clutched in his hands, the Jedi Masters lightsaber in hers, their was no movement and then moments later the two of them struck out against one another.

The Pilots head still encased in its helmet came straight off as the Jedi Masters lightsaber connected with his neck. But she too felt a pang of sharp pain and looked down to find her left side now had been hit just around her stomach area. The Jedi Master fell to one knee as she reflexively grabbed at the wound in pain. She pulled herself to her feet barely and staggered into the cockpit off the LAAT, falling down four times but managing to pull her self up three of those times before finally using her arms to crawl up and into the pilots seat on the forth . She sat down in the pilots chair, the pain clouding her vision as it blinked and faded in and out, crackling and popping in and out of focus. She saw in front of her more clones were coming down the tunnel to help their brethren against the Jedi threat. The Jedi had the upper hand at the moment but they might not be able to handle more reinforcements, so Master Sorni grabbed onto the pilots controls, she had flown a Jedi interceptor, but the controls were different of course and so she was moving by more or less blind luck, as she began to press switches and hope for the best. First a warning screen flashed into her view and then the craft made a sound akin to a dying Bantha, but on the third try as she pressed down on a button, the two front guns on the LAAT opened up and they rung across the cargo bay slamming into the entrance doors, killing the clones as they charged in and destroying the entrance in the process. She began to get a better grasp of the controls at this point as she learned how to orientate the guns, as she began to open fire on the clones squads trying her best to avoid any Jedi or Temple Guard in the process, as she was running on pure adrenaline and will power by that point as she tried her best not to pass out.

Both youngling shrieked as blaster fire erupted in the cargo bay, harkening back to memories of their Clan being cut down in the hallway as the Mon Calamari and Thisspiasian instructors fell to the clones. The Temple Guardians were the first to wade into the fray, with the Jedi Knights close behind. The Nautolan and the Anzati both braced themselves as they peered around the the opening into the room, their eyes wide and mouths agape as the fighting quickly consumed the room. For what they could see, neither would have believed their eyes. A Jedi who absorbed blaster bolts without injury. Clones that came in waves, an army of the same face standing shoulder to shoulder with one another. One by one, the troopers went down under the valiant efforts of the Jedi only to be replaced by another just like the one before it, or the one before it, or the one before it...

It was madness.

A Jedi fell into the sea of clones, followed shortly after by a padawan boy who seemed all to eager to jump into the fighting. But then, what choice did any of them have? Sor-Jan and Zak would have to as well, because standing there was not an option afforded either of them. Propelled forward, pressed toward the LAATs, the two younglings felt themselves thrown into the midst of the cargo bay, their feet pounding against the floor as both boys raced toward the transports as though it were some goal post in a game of theirs. Blaster bolts sailed by their heads as they ran - pulling, pushing, dragging one another along.

They could see a Jedi fall from a catwalk above, striking the roof of a LAAT as a clone pilot was boarding it. The two younglings lost sight of both the enemy and the Jedi, but heard the echo of a blaster shot from inside of the troop transport. The Nautolan leapt up from the floor, his bare feet hitting the interior deck of the LAAT as its engine could be heard to come on-line. Turning, the green-skinned youngling reached a hand down to help pull the Anzati aboard. Turning their heads to get their bearings, Zak grabbed SJ by the arm and tugged as he pointed to the cockpit.

The young Anzat started toward the front of the craft, when he realized there was something strange about the body of the clone trooper lying on the deck. A cauterized stump smoldered with the sickening sweet odor of charred flesh noticeable in the air. The clone was headless.

"Ew!" Zak complained aloud, shrinking back.

Reaching down, the raven-haired SJ picked up the clone pilot's helmet, and was surprised by the weight. "What happened to his head?" the young Anzati inquired.

The answer to his question dropped from out of the bottom of the helmet, hitting him on the leg as the man's severed cranium hit the deck and rolled, face up, to stare at the younglings with vacant eyes.

Zak screamed, a high-pitched sound that echoed sharply as it was amplified by the acoustics of the LAATs open interior. Sor-Jan would have as well, but for the fact that he was instantly overcome by nausea. Vomiting onto deck of the LAAT, the young Anzat let go of the helmet as he doubled over as he choked on his own bile. The clone armor clanged loudly against the metal of the interior, as it went bouncing outside of the carrier.

A pair of hands grabbed him then, as the Nautolan youngling took hold of the Anzati's shoulders and pulled him toward the cockpit of the craft. To their relief, a Jedi was there at the controls.

The relief was short-lived, as the two boys saw the evidence of the wound on the Jedi's left side. The young Anzati was rooted in place for a moment, frozen in fear as large water drops formed at the corners of his eyes.

Seeing a Jedi injured like that was like finding out super heroes weren't really real.

The young Anzati tugged at the edges of his tunic for comfort, before something came to mind. Something he could do. Something he could do to help. Taking hold of the sleeve that had been partially severed from the shoulder seam by the earlier shot that had burned his shoulder, the youngling was able to tug and tear the sleeve completely free of the garment. Folding it up in his hands, the boy pressed against the Jedi Master, using the cloth as a bandage as he held it firm against the wound to try and stay the bleeding.

(double post, sorry)

"...Well, I guess that's one way to do it!" Erin said in surprise, patting the Dathomirian Padawan twice on the shoulder before leaving her behind cover. Not leaving her behind, of course - they were all getting out of here together after they survived this battle. Despite Jedi casualties, the battle seemed to be going as smoothly as it could under these circumstances.

Erin was originally going to join in defending the younglings in the defensive formation, but a sandy-haired Padawan broke from the others and raced into the clones following the fall of a Noghri Jedi. Her duty and sense of logic compelled her to join the formation, but she went ahead on impulse before she knew she was running. She sprinted with the Force and caught a few blaster bolts on her twin lightsabers, her back faced to the kid so that she could watch his back, while he hopefully watched hers - given he had an emotional sort of aura, she really hoped he was holding himself together enough for both their sakes. She didn't need to say anything - the focus was all on getting out of here alive whilst saving as many as possible in the process. ...Impulsive kids included!

"Everyone to the those dropships!" Kraytan ordered as he deflected blaster bolts back at clones. The Temple Guards had move quickly and effectively on the initial attack, but now the clones had organized better and were using clever tactics to try and take them out. He flinched as a few of the survivors were no longer with them, but it drove him to fight harder even though he was already exhausted.

"Kraytan look out!" Deja yelled from his side. He drew his attention towards the danger she was talking about. There was a clone with a rocket launcher on one knee ready to fire. However the rocket once it left the barrel was easily redirected with the guide of the Force into a crowd of clones behind cover. Of course though that moment was short lived as he felt his instincts freak out in his head as he turn another direction and saw another clone with a rocket launcher had already fired. Kraytan rose his hands into a X formation to try and absorb and deflect the blast. The world around him was spinning and quiet except for a loud ringing sound. He hit the ground hard on his back and had the wind knocked out of him, He tried to regain himself but his body felt like it was on fire. As he looked down at his robes and armor, he was covered in black and was smoldering a bit. He could barely focus on what was happening around him, he could see very well what was going on, but his head was still ringing and was confused as a result. He moved behind cover and tried to get up, he winced as he did so. Looking down he saw a piece of shrapnel in his gut. This was not good. Taking several large breaths, he allowed the Force to reenergize him, to help him ignore the pain and to stop the ringing noise. The sound of the room returned and he could hear Deja yelling "Kraytan! Kraytan! We need your help!"

"I'm coming!" He shouted as he jumped over the cover he was hiding behind and rushed forward into the crowd of clones. He began to draw their attention away from the others. Hopefully it would be enough for them to get to the dropships. Deja and another Temple Guard fought their way towards Vor'loch the two Padawans by him. Deja bent down and checked him over, he would live, well maybe. She wasn't sure if anyone would live soon at this rate.

"We need to move him!" Deja yelled over the sound of the battle. The other Temple Guard hovered over them and deflected blaster bolt after blaster bolt. He nodded, but he wouldn't be able to cover Deja while she moved Vor'loch alone.

"Padawan! Control your feelings and focus! I need you to help me protect your master and my fellow guard here! Now come on you two move!" He shouted at Jerek and Erin. Deja picked up the fallen Jedi and began to carry him over her shoulder towards the dropships. Her fellow guard walked backwards while deflecting incoming fire with his Lightsaber pike.

Kraytan bobbed and weaved through the onslaught of blaster fire. He knew that he was going to be feeling all of this afterwards, but his Force Valor ability would help him power through this for now. He sliced and diced clones right and left as he continued to run at them. He had now become the main target for a majority of clones, whether it was due to his skills or the fact he had been identified as the leader of the survivor group he did not know or care, all he knew was to let the Force guide his attacks.

Keilara didn't even pause to take a breath when the signal was given. This time she was ready and not off guard as she had been for her initial fight. The violet of her lightsaber flashed as she moved through behind the Knights. Her emotions were in check now, and she managed to handle the falling of some of the other survivors without abandoning the orders she had been given. An inkling of awe did seep in for what she saw of Kraytan and his skill with the force as they battled to the dropships. She stuck close to the younglings as best she could, giving them as much cover as her ability allowed, her encouragement to keep moving not cutting through the noise as they investigated a dead clone. The boys moved quickly away, though to where she did not see because of the blaster she found pointed quite directly in to her face. She felled a clone for the first time, just as she was separated from the young duo in the fray. She reacted. His head separated from his shoulders as a blaster bolt flew just past her ear and she only narrowly forced back a wave of horror and disgust from pooling in her stomach.

A tinge of frustration seeped through the Vahla, as she looked to find more of the group in the fray. What use was that blasted telepathy when no one could answer her now that her master was gone?! Kraytan's words drifted through her mind again, as she force-slammed a pair of clones back in time to see the younglings crawl in to a dropship, "... remember there is no emotion, there is peace." Taking a deep breath, she made a push through toward the ship, another blaster wound appearing as the bolt just-more-than-grazed her right shoulder. She gritted her teeth against the pain allowing the force to guide her reactions as she stumbled forward. She saw the ship begin to move and her stomach sank thinking of the two boys, until the craft began firing on the clones. She continued to move closer through the fray, avoiding all but a few more, quite minor wounds. Keilara managed to make it to the ship's deck and quickly headed for the cockpit, seeing no one outside of it. That was where she found the master, the Anzati and the Nautolan. She did not hesitate upon seeing the cloth being pressed to the master's bleeding side, "What can I do to help in here?"