It appeared that quite an eclectic group had gathered in the Archives, each correctly assuming that it was one place that would draw many of their ilk to it; of course, it was within the interior of the Temple, reasonably defensible, and contained all the extant knowledge of millennia of Jedi and information of their existence, although inwardly the Kel Dor gave a long sigh as he realised that the next few hours would see the destruction of the majority of this information and, if they did not get the Force out of here soon, their own deaths as well.

With his hilt held leisurely but readily in one hand, his concealed eyes moving from one presence in the Force to another beneath his goggles, he listened in silence to the multiple voices. Some were worried, as they well should be, while others put forward their own plans of action...and one of them even seemed to be projecting a rather more [i]violent[/i] attitude than was really suitable for a Jedi of any standing.

"Master T'ish, could you please lead the way. Wynn old friend, take the middle to ensure our young friends are safe. I shall ensure that nobody sneaks up on his."

He gave a curt nod, letting a shallow breath escape his body as he watched the Ithorian Master – now the highest standing member of their small group of survivors – lend some comfort to the recently revealed Initiates. Taking a short glance at his own Padawan, he realised that he had never really been [i]that[/i] sort of mentor to her - one who was both father and teacher, an idol who was easily capable of shifting between soothing words and strict instruction – perhaps, if they survived this, he should try to thaw away some of his frigid manner. [b]If[/b] they survived.

In the same posture of silent observation he watched at the Catuman, Wynn, who he realised with some concern had been projecting the more angry emotions all along, gave out instructions to the lower Jedi – Jasma being one of them. Somehow he could not help but feel a small twang of annoyance, possibly even possessiveness, rise to the surface as he watched the group; she was [b]his[/b] Padawan, and his responsibility, he did not need some feline giving his apprentice orders! 

Then again, it could just as easily have been an innate vexation with the cocksure attitude, the way that this former General took command of those below him in knowledge, essentially being the complete opposite of the Jedi Knight that had by now turned back toward the tunnels.

“If you will all follow me,” came his baritone voice, a hint of vibration added by the mask he wore, “I intend to get to the tunnels with all speed, so keep focused and keep up. May the Force be with us all.”

The next second he was off, his saber deactivated but his senses open and stretched to the fullest, his long strides carrying him swiftly through the aisles of the Archives and back toward the secreted entrance to the equally concealed tunnels – but for just how long would they remain so, and what would happen if and when they were discovered?