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

Is the room collapsed Worror released his hold on the clones, instead pushing at the air itself to prevent dust and debris from coming through the whole, impairing their already tired lungs or any other part of their anatomy. He shook fatigue out of his head the best he could, he was an aging Jedi and while had had experience in his years his body was at the stage where while it could still perform these feats it tired easily from doing so. Though now was no time for such thoughts, the other Jedi here were depending on him. He had to keep them moving, he could hear Seris' lightsaber - Where she had actually acquired the Jedi weapon was a question that would best be left until later. She was no doubt in the process of doing as he instructed, if memory served they should already be near the edge of the temple. 

The service tunnel would take them right to the edge of the temple to a workstation, there it would be a simple job of either opening whatever doors were there or cutting their way through. Once in the undercity things would go more smoothly, no doubt the Clones would attempt to search the undercity surrounding the Jedi Temple but that would take time and it would be impossible for them to search absolutely everyone and absolutely everywhere. They would have enough problems dealing with the criminal elements of the undercity, many of the cities inhabitants never saw a member of law enforcement. Today the Jedis inability to tame the underworld of Coruscant would work to their advantage. Had time not been so hard pressed Worror certainly would have found the irony in that, as it was he was just glad that he could see a positive future for the Jedi in his care.

Hearing the distinctive [i]thud[/i] of a piece of wall falling down, he turned to see that Seris had managed to do as he asked. Finding the best point to cut from their own access way into a service tunnel. He nodded at her as best as his physiology would allow and she clambered through into the tunnel. He moved to Enrik and Lyla and gave them both a little push in the direction of the hole. He felt the sorriest for the poor younglings, not even Padawans and they had to suffer through such an ordeal. They had lost so many, though in a glimmer of hope Worror had noticed that they had [i]acquired[/i] an additional Jedi. 

It helped emphasize, a Jedi existence was anything but ordinary or simple. Though there was no time for introductions now, it gave him something to look forward too later. Looking at T'ish Worrors heart sank, he too would be experiencing the pain that came with loosing a Padawan. While he knew that everyone grieved differently it still pained him that he couldn't give the Kel Dor even a moment to spend with his thoughts about everything that was going on. They had to keep moving, they couldn't stop. Not until they had left the Jedi Temple behind them forever and then waved goodbye to Coruscant from aboard a vessel. 

For he held no dreams in his heart, while they could rest after venturing out into the city and recuperate. They would be unable to remain, this world held nothing for them anymore. If any other Jedi had survived they would be out amongst the stars, there the Force would bring them together. It always did. "T'ish, should you wish to take your Padawans Lightsaber or say a last farewell I am afraid now is the time. We cannot take the body with us, we must [i]go[/i]. I shall be through with the others waiting for you, but please do not linger too long." 

He walked over to the hole in the wall, and climbed through into the gathering of the other Jedi. Lowering his hand to his belt he unclipped the lightsaber and held it in his hand, the weight of the weapon felt as heavy as his heart. Though there was a comfortable warmth as he hit the activation stud and with a [i]snap-hiss[/i] the blue blade came forth. In a small area around the blade the red emergency lighting was pushed back by the blue, creating a purple hue where the two colours combined.

How symbolic.

He pointed his blade, carefully in the event that someone suddenly collapsed and ended up being skewered by his own lightsaber, down the tunnel.

"Our salvation lies at the end of the tunnel, it is not long. However we must move now." He himself positioned himself beside the two initiates Lyla and Enrik, while there was no time to remain that did not mean there was no time to talk. "So, Younglings-" He gestured to the tunnel that surrounded them. "Have you ever been down this way before?"