Jenner listened as Feemor instructed Charuri and himself to make their retreat.  "Master-" he began to protest at the mention of staying behind, but he stopped himself.  As much as he hated to admit it, Feemor knew exactly what he was doing, and there would be no convincing him otherwise.  Jenner let out a sigh as Charuri and Feemor shared a few more words before Feemor turned to make his stand.

"I know what you're trying to do, but get out, if you can.  I wish you the best of luck, Master."  Jenner barely had time to say his piece before Charuri grabbed him and began leading him to what he figured was their escape point.  He tried to break free of her grip, but after giving it a try realized she wouldn't let go, and that fighting would only slow them down.  He kept up his pace as the two surged through the hallways of the Temple with alarming speed.

As they were running, Jenner felt a brief moment of hesitation through Charuri, and he knew what had happened.  Still, they kept running, passing some clone troopers in the process, but always being too fast and too far for either side to do anything, with the exception of one unfortunate scout.  They eventually found their way to the supply shaft, which they each entered with haste.  It was small; smal enough that even Charuri found it difficul to fit through.  Jenner nearly struggled to make it through the port, but he managed.

The passage ended out in the supply tunnels beneath the Temple.  Jenner took a quick moment to look back up the chute they had come through.  He could tell the troops above were likely searching for them, but for the time being, they were relatively safe.  Jenner sat himself down against the wall and took several deep breaths, bringing a hand to his face.  He tried to clear his mind, when he heard Charuri's quiet weeping.

He took a breath to say something, but figured she deserved a bit of time to deal with things.  Instead, Jenner stood up and took a moment to survey the area as best he could, given the lack of any lighting.  The only thing he could tell for sure was that they were the only ones in the tunnel for the time being.

He turned back to where he felt Charuri was and sat down next to her.

She had felt this before of course. The same empty pit in her stomach, the same feeling like she was drowning as the cold slowly filled her lungs. She was a little girl back then but the feeling was the same, she wished she didn’t have to know that. She was the one to find her mother’s body after the aftermath of the raid on Zulo’s place. She thought that she was sleeping... but no matter how hard her little hands tried to shake her nothing would ruse her. She still remembered how cold her body had felt, it was different kind of chill than that of a winter’s breeze it was sharper more fierce in its entirety. Still she didn't understand, she started yelling at the Jedi Raonk when he slowly tried to pry her away from her mother’s corpse. She called him every bad name she had ever heard Zulo’s guard use, she bit his hand hard enough to draw blood and yet the  Klatooinian persisted though and held on with a defiant grip. They needed to move fast blaster shots on Nar'shaddaa brought unwanted attention and they didn't need to kill more people that day. She just angry filled with rage, she just wanted to be left alone, who was going to be there to tell her mother what happened when she woke up? She couldn't leave her, she just could’nt. 

This time she wasn’t angry though she just felt terribly empty. Feemor had been more than a master, he had been her friend, her ally and the father that she never knew she needed or wanted for that matter. He was the first real friend she had after the events at Zulo and now he was gone. Why, why was he gone? For some damn political game? For a war that meant nothing? For a damnable galaxy filled only with hate and violence. Was that fair that somebody like him had to die for a galaxy like that? Was it fair that anybody she had ever cared about abandoned her? She felt the anger boiling in her blood, her own Cathar instincts taking over and trying to turn sorrow to rage, but Feemor’s own training began to kick in. She closed her eyes and took a deep shaky breath as she began to center herself. She remembered the teachings of Yoda as a youngling.

[i]”Allow such attachments to pass out of one’s life, a Jedi must.”[/i]

He was right of course, Charuri wasn't just some angry street rat anymore... she was a Jedi. Jedi do not allow their emotions to get the better of them, Jedi accept death as a part of the force, Jedi are better than this. To let emotions cloud one’s judgment to become a slave to your baser instincts is the way of the darkside. Still shaking she took another breath and the anger slowly subsided as it leaked away back into the shadows that it once came from.  Soon in her meditative state the anger now longer clouded her vision and even in the consuming darkness of the events above she could see the small flickers of life being produced by the faint members of the force. All was not lost.

She raised a hand to her face wiping the tears from her eyes as he breathing returned back to a normal state. Of course the pain was still there, she doubted that the pain would ever leave but she couldn't let the pain get control of her. She looked towards Jenner slightly embarrassed about the whole thing, her she was supposed to be taking him to safety after dragging him into mysterious tunnels beneath the ground leaving him lost and she decided to have an emotional break down. She turned to face him in the dark barely able to make out his face. “..... Sorry about that. I should’ve...I should've kept my emotions in check.” 

"There's no need to apologize.  We've all lost someone today-" He himself nearly lost his composure at that, but managed to hold on to it for a moment, knowing it would likely come down sooner or later.  "It's only fair that you have a moment to grieve," he finished.  One of the many teachings of the Jedi, so fundamental it's even part of the code, says "there is no emotion, there is peace."  He found it to be true in many cases, but this was one such case in which he felt an exception was more than fair.  Some Jedi may take exception to that, but ultimately, trying to control one's emotions can sometimes do more harm than good.

Jenner glanced over at Charuri, his eyes barely capable of making out her face.  Even still, he could just make out the vestigial traces of the tears in her eyes.  He lowered his head and sighed, taking another moment to try to process the situation.  Even though he already had a working explanation as to what was happening and why, he still couldn't wrap his head around it.  It was just too much to handle, so instead he cleared his mind and stood back up.  "I would say take as much time as you need, but we can't sit here forever," Jenner tried to say as reassuringly as possible.

“I know... if we sit around they are going to find us eventually.” She spoke out loud directed towards Jenner but more likely than not she was speaking to herself about the manner. She could deal with the pain of loss later. Feemor died so that Jenner and her could escape with their lives, if she gave up now such a sacrifice would have been pointless. He had always believed in her no matter the situation, no matter whose word was against her he would defend her. Now it was her time to believe in his words for one last time, to follow his wish. That was the way to honor his existence, that was the way of the Jedi.  

Slowly she got to her feet one hand against the wall to her back to guide her. One fully risen she reached to her side and pulled out her lightsaber. The metallic grip felt cold in her hand, void of life hands still slightly trembling she activate the saber. The characteristic [i]snaphiss[/i] rang out in the empty tunnels as a brilliant flash of green filled the darkness. Illuminating the path at least a few feet in front of them, it allowed the pair to at least see one another without having to feel through the darkness. She looked back towards Jenner trying to give him her most reassuring smile as she motioned him forward into the darkness. 

“Back when I was a youngling I had to work down here for awhile. It was more of a punishment than anything else. I got angry at another kid in my clan after he made fun of me and still pretty new to the whole idea of being a Jedi, I let my emotions get the better of me and pounced on him. Broke his nose and called him a [i]Echuta Chuba doompa, dopa-maskey kung![/i] Don’t think he was expecting that but when you grow up on Nar'shaddaa hitting first and asking questions later gets ingrained into your [i]Koochoo[/i] head. Needless to say Master Yoda wasn't too pleased and so while the others got free time, I was down here helping the Temple Workers. Never thought I’d come back down here though.” She explained to Jenner as they progressed through the darkness. It was odd talking of the past especially in a moment like this where those more peaceful times seemed like a million miles away.  Her memory wasn't the sharpest in the galaxy and the disorientation of the events wasn't helping either but having to run through the tunnels ferrying messages and helping things along, the pathways were at least ingrained somewhere inside of her head as she naturally found her feet leading in the direction that lead deeper into the darkness and towards the loading docks that would lead them out into the Undercity. 

She felt it in the force first but her own predatory hearing picked it up moments later. It was somewhere in the distance, the muffled sounds of footsteps slowly getting closer. They were not alone in the dark. She turned back towards Jenner putting a finger to her own mouth as she disengaged her lightsaber dropping them back into darkness. Crouching she moved forward in the dark continuing to listen and reach out with the force. Whatever it was it felt like a dim light in the darkness surrounded by the consuming shadow looming somewhere above them. It didn't  sound like a squad of clones, but it could always have been a forward scout sent into the tunnels to look for stragglers. She closed her eyes feeling the force around her and letting it embrace her as she slowed down her breathing to a barely noticeable [i]tsss tsss[/i]. Hoping Jenner was still following her she pressed lightly with each step of her feet with a hunter’s grace, the benefits of her heritage. The footsteps grew closer and closer, she reached for her own lightsaber in the dark and as they were almost upon one another she drew the saber and ignited it. 

The  familiar sound of two lightsabers ignited filled the dark once again as a brilliant flash of blue matched her flash of green. Charuri Rol was starring at an illuminated and familiar face. The face of Naat Reath. The human girl upon realizing who it was face seemed to relax and slowly Charuri rose from her hunter’s crouch. She could barely keep the utter sound of surprise from her voice.“Naat! What are you doing down here?”