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[i]"Fear leads to anger...[/i]

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[b]Worror[/b]

Worror waited as T'ish pulled a lever hidden within the wall, almost smiled at the simplicity of the design. Yet the fact it had went un-noticed by everyone who ever passed this wall made it truly impressive. The door itself was small, it was likely what helped it kept hidden for so long. The long hallway loomed, lacking the decorative aspects that the rest of the temple boasted. It was just a long corridor, though in the faint light he could see that it was more of a calt walk with various junctions and turn offs to take one anywhere in the temple. 

The only issue was the space, he wasn't claustrophobic and didn't know if anyone else was. Though he doubted it. The issue was if, or rather when, the Clone Troopers gained access to the walkways it would be hard to dodge fire and hide with no visible cover. Even between levels the flooring itself was more of a mesh, giving you a line of sight between floors and he doubted that it could hold up against fire. No, they would need to be fast. This path was made for speed of guardians throughout the temple. No doubt it's designers had never expected for Jedi to be using it to escape siege. A design flaw no doubt, or Jedi arrogance. He was noticing more and more examples of it lately as the war dragged on, now at it's apparent end... it almost pained him to how things could have been done differently. How events could have been avoided, if they survived this they would have to try things differently. The status quo would not do.

He followed the others in, the booming of the assault on the temple echoed throughout the tunnels, their footsteps did too. He turned, the last one in just after Seris rejoined the group. Something was different and he gave her a quizical look however had no time to investigate further. He wipped up his blade as he sensed the shot coming towards him, acting on instinct rather than training. He then snapped straight into a defensive stance, the clones had seen them. He could have swore, now they would need to run. "T'ish, close the door and lead us down. Everyone else, no time to wait. I advise we run."

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