Should he wait or should he flee? That was the question that Rylos repeatedly found himself asking as he nervously paced up and down a small corridor in the dusty underbelly of the Jedi Temple. There were other Jedi in this labyrinth of tunnels, and some of them felt familiar. But could he afford to wait for them? Would they even come his way? Would they even be friendly? Would they attack him out of fear? Logic was telling him to run, to escape the Temple whilst there was still a chance and look for survivors elsewhere. But his conscious was telling him to stay and fight. It was hard for a Jedi to choose between logic and morals, especially when dark times allowed emotions to twist ones emotions. 

[b][i]BOOM[/i][/b]

The sounds of an explosion echoed through the dark passages, rumbling the walls and dislodging the ancient dust and rubble. He stumbled under the shockwave and fell against a wall, his shoulder bracing the impact. He went to regain his posture when a wave of emotions came crashing over him, momentarily stunning him. He felt the hopelessness of a young boy, the desperation of a young girl, the pain of a blaster bolt, and the last moments of terror before more lives were torn away. The other Jedi in the tunnels were under attack. 

“I can’t leave them…” he whispered to himself before feeling the heat once again rise in his chest, “I won’t leave them!”

Rylos seemingly burst off the wall, charging along the corridors towards the not-so-distance sounds of battle. He pushed himself to run as fast as he could, the use of the force causing him to move at such a speed that he was almost a blur. Corners disappeared as quickly as they were revealed. The young Jedi looked almost unstoppable in his determination – but that of course was not the case. He found himself close enough to hear the loud clunky footsteps of the large commandos corners away, to hear the humming of lightsabers, and to taste the blood in the air. He was so close, but yet so far…

[b][i]BOOOM[/i][/b] 

Another explosion. 

A blinding flash of white, a wave of intense heat, and a shower of rubble hit Rylos with enough force to send him flying across the room and into a wall. His back hit the wall first, causing the wall and a few of his ribs to crack. Gravity then dragged him clumsily to the floor. He was winded and in shock. His vision seemed to fade in and out, granting him enough glances to see more commandos climbing through the new hole in a nearby wall.