It seemed that the trials were never over for a Jedi. 

Naat Reath closed her eyes as she pushed her back against the nearest wall, her body falling as the presence of darkness had overwhelmed Coruscant and she had felt it even though she had not been present in the first room that had been assaulted or knew why that the Republic had damned them. 

“By the force.” She muttered under her breath.

Her thoughts went back to the Jedi Council and Master Windu— they would have the answers of why and how. The blonde haired girl nearly cursed under her breath as she felt more troubled than she had on the planet of Krant as Sev'rance Tann laughed with wickedness as she met Naat’s master in a duel of fate. She thought that was the darkest moment of her experience as a Padawan… up until this had to happen. The darkness of the force had overwhelmed the light in what felt like one instant and whilst Naat wasn’t a Jedi Master or as connected to the force as her peers were she had felt it since it had begun. A frown curled on her lips as she let her emotions shackle her to the corridor. 

[i]There is no emotion, there is peace.[/i]

She reopened her eyes as she took a heavy breath— a breath to release her fear and anger as she took a resolve to move forward. This had not been the first time Coruscant had been betrayed by darkness and it surely would not be the last. She had not perished with the others for a reason and she could not let her emotions disarm her to only be executed by a shot from a blaster rifle when they would eventually find her. She had to move forward and treat this like the battles she had commanded before and she had to think of how to survive rather than accept defeat. The Jedi had been betrayed by the Republic but that was the reality and there was no changing what had happened— there was only changing what is to happen. Her brows narrowed as she stood up, straightening her robe as she looked down the dimly lit corridors. 

She wondered if she had been pursued by the troopers down into the corridors as it was likely that this intervention by the dark side of the force in the Galactic Republic’s politics was one of vigor and relentless fury. But if that was so she would’ve heard more chatter and more clattering of Republic boots through the corridors. If this was to be a genocide of the Jedi Order as it stood then they would do so in droves and not idle silent patrols— especially with the Jedi scattered and disorganized from the sudden breach of trust. It was more likely that one or two members of the Jedi Order had made way downwards and were seeking refuge from the murderous excess going above. Naat still felt pricks of uneasiness as the force’s light began to fade more and more as it went on. Caution was still important despite the logic Naat presented to herself as she began approaching the corridor with her hand on the hilt of her lightsaber before she turned it.

Her expressed lightened as anxiety left her for a moment. 

“Bless the force, I’m not alone.”