Jenner felt it.  The force... it had completely changed.  So much so that he feared not a single sentient being in the galaxy hadn't noticed.  The temple was under attack.  More importantly, the entire republic was under attack.  Jenner paused and staggered over to a wall.  Even though he was but a padawan, this sudden wave of darkness had managed to have a physical effect on him as he quite nearly felt ill.  Though he couldn't see or hear any indications of it, he knew things were changing drastically, to such a degree that it would likely shape society as they knew it for years to come.  Somehow, the separatists had managed to land right on the Jedi Order's doorstep.

And yet, Jenner felt that wasn't right.  He felt the temple being swarmed, yes, but not by droids as it would seem.  They were very much alive.  What sentient force was strong enough and numerous enough to possibly attack the temple and stand any chance of actually succeeding?  He could only think of two such forces, and as his mind ran through the possibilities, he wasn't sure which was worse.  The fact that he had already ruled one out, or that the other was supposed to be on their side.  "It can't be," he uttered.

A blast echoed throughout the temple, shaking Jenner out of his stupor and prompting him to take his lightsaber into his hands.  He knew he would need it very soon, along with a plan of action.  There would be time to take stock later.

Jenner began making his best speed towards the tower of the High Council, just as blaster fire began to erupt in other parts of the temple.  It was likely the first place any of the jedi would go in this situation, but he wasn't exactly close to it.  He knew he would have to be cautious in order to avoid detection.  He felt his way through the force, trying to determine whether it was safe to proceed.  Oddly enough, he had felt a presence somewhere behind him.  He turned just in time to see a small squad of clone troopers training their blasters on Jenner.

Without thinking, he bolted forward as quickly as possible, rounding the first corner he found and activating his lightsaber.  He knew he was lucky in that it was likely an advance scout as opposed to a full unit.  He turned and peeked back down the corridor, seeing the soldiers advance on his position.  He brought himself back into cover.  Four of them, and they couldn't be farther than 25 meters away.  He knew he had a choice between trying to slow them down and trying to keep retreating.  As much as he wanted to do the latter, his options as far as cover from blaster bolts in the direction he was going were very limited, not to mention he could be leading them right to the rest of the jedi.

[i]"Okay, think about this.  Other options; there's always another option,"[/i] he thought.  He could hear the clones getting closer.  He looked around, trying to find another means of escape.  There were a few beams spanning along the roof, but it would strain his abilities to jump that high.  He debated scaling it, but as he was working out how to get there, he felt another presence down the hallway.  He looked to his right and spotted a much younger Twi'lek initiate.  He couldn't be much older than about twelve.  They made eye contact, at which point, Jenner tried to gesture for the youngling to get away.

"What's happening?" the young one asked.  Without missing a beat, two of the clones rounded each respective corner.  Jenner didn't waste time in reacting, launching himself towards the nearest one, practically sliding past him as he cut the lightsaber across the soldier's white armor and propelling himself at the next one as quickly as possible.  A couple of blaster shots were fired from both remaining troops, but Jenner was already on top of the one aiming at the child and cut him down as quickly as he did the first.  He turned to the last one, making a force assisted leap towards him and flipping himself forwards.  The clone fired a couple of shots from his blaster before Jenner landed and brought his lightsaber down, making the trooper release a brief scream before falling to the floor.

"I'm sorry," he said before deactivating his lightsaber and going back to make sure the younger one was okay.  He found him hiding behind one of the pillars, gripping his own lightsaber.  "Hey, are you okay?" Jenner asked, reaching out to the youngling.  Only then did he notice the smoke coming from his back and felt what was left of his life force dissipate.  His heart sank, and he was suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling of others who had been slain.  Several jedi; knights, padawans, younglings, all killed indiscriminately, though one stood out to him.  Aayla Secura.  He knew she was off fighting on some other world.  How he had felt her was beyond his understanding, but he knew that this was much more than just an attack on the jedi temple.

Before he left, he went to the boy's body and laid him down, making sure his eyes were closed.  "I tried," he said, regretfully.  He stood there for another moment before picking himself up and making a mad dash for the nearest collective of other jedi he could sense.

Jenner was practically flying through the temple's hallways with his assistance from the force, but the temple was still massive, and it took him a minute or two to close the distance to the base of the High Council tower, where there was a large number of jedi digging in, among them were Charuri and Feemor.  "Charuri, Master Feemor-" he began, approaching the two.  He was cut off by a series of blasts that came from the tower above, along with the feeling of more jedi becoming one with the force.  Suddenly, a foreign thought pervaded his mind.  [i]"Run."[/i]  It must have come from one of the other masters in the temple.  The thought faded abnormally, in such a way as to indicate that it was likely the sender's dying thought.

He looked around, noticing the looks on the others' faces.  No doubt most, if not all of them, had felt the same thing.  As much as the idea of defending the temple sounded like the honorable thing to do, it was senseless.  The jedi were vastly outnumbered by the clones, even en-masse, and with the war going on, many of them were dispersed and isolated throughout the galaxy.

This got Jenner thinking about it.  This was the ideal time for such an attack to be launched, even if the element of surprise wasn't taken into account, nor the completely unexpected betrayal.  There was no way this happened by chance.  Someone, somewhere, had managed to pull all the strings and play the long game.  They had managed to orchestrate this whole thing across years of careful planning and subterfuge.  They had known this would happen because they made it happen, and now there was no chance of fighting such an overwhelming force.  The more jedi who fought, the more would die.  The best course of action was to try to escape the onslaught.

"We really should go," he said to Feemor.  "I don't mean to speak out of turn, but we can't hold the temple forever; even if we all were to work together.  They'll just keep sending clones at us until we tire ourselves out," he said, a tone of urgency in his voice.