[center][h1]GM EVENT[/h1][/center]

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[i]This event while moving things on as I don't want us to become Stagnant in the temple also seeks to remove anyone who is inactive from the board. While I do not mind a slow pace things are just getting a little silly. Anyone who doesn't respond IC within a week (Hex and Gowi are exempt) will have their character killed. This is so that the rest of us who are active can continue without being bogged down.[/i][/hider]

[center][b]Worror[/b][/center]

Worror shook his head. He never thought the day would come when it would be so hard to get a word out of an Initiate or a Padawan. Usually so full of life, and so sure of themselves. Occasionally they were [i]too[/i] sure of themselves.He missed that, he had no doubt that one day they would once again stand somewhere where their direction in life would once again be clear. Where they could return to being the joyous youths he knew them really to be. It was the greatest pain, that they were having their childhood stolen from them. Family, family could be replaced. It was a sad but true fact of life. That family could always be replaced, whereas once your childhood was gone... it was gone. There was no getting back the innocence, youth or joys of being new in an old Galaxy.

There was the chance that this could be turned around, they were getting the chance to live a normal life! Though he knew that wasn't the case. Whatever the Republic was going to become, would hunt them down. Whoever orchestrated this wanted them dead and would no doubt soon have the records of the Jedi Temple including every Jedi that ever existed. Their life would be in constant motion, moving from one world to the next. Always trying to stay one step ahead of the shadow that followed them. Never truly capable of shaking it, their destiny was sealed. He suppose they would have to make the most of it, live a full life. He wouldn't let them live in fear or anger, no. So long as he lived everyone here would have a bright future. He would see to that personally. While he had no doubt in his mind that they would continue to be guardians of peace and justice in a hostile galaxy he would be their guardian. He would look after them.

"I think-" His translated voice filled the small space when he sensed something. He grabbed Wynn in the Force and without a seconds warning pushed him forward with the Force as part of the roof came down. Four lines dropped down and in the dust four figures could be seen. Bigger than regular Clone Troopers and Worror just let out a gasp. The Republic really meant business, Commandos. The best the Grand Army of the Republic had to offer. Clones with the best training and the best equipment, even with a couple of Knights here he wasn't comfortable with taking them on. Especially with the fact that just as the Commandos took to a knee and raised their weapons he could already sense more clones approaching. He hit the stud on his lightsaber as he darted forward. Not to meet the Commandos but to position himself between them and the other Jedi.

Left leg forward, blade up to the right. That was the first move he made to block a bolt, and it's the last one he made consciously. Every other move after that was guided by the Force and years of training. He knew that some of them would want to fight, but that would be suicide. He himself would be lucky to make it out of here alive. Only one tunnel was available to them now, the Force had chosen their path. They were to head deeper into the bowels of Coruscant. If he had not been in mortal danger he may have enjoyed how poetic the whole ordeal was. However he was in mortal danger so the thought never even crossed his mind. "GO! Get out of here-" He grunted as a bolt whizzed past his right arm, close enough to burn the flesh. "-I'll be right behind you."

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[i]"It's all over..."[/i]
[i]"[b]No.[/b] The story is just beginning."[/i][/center]