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The blue fought not just the shadows, but the red emergency lighting. It didn't take long for those with lightsabers to ignite theirs as sources of light as well. The low hum of the weapons resonating throughout the tunnel, occasionally dust would be knocked loose as a large thud told the tale of an explosion elsewhere in the temple. He didn't let himself think about it, to do so would be to admit defeat. The Jedi were not defeated, not on this day. It was unlikely that all the Jedi in the entire Galaxy would be wiped out in one fell swoop, tough he had to admit the fact that the Clones seemed to be an integral part in the attack meant that many thousands of Jedi would have been killed. Their last moments full of the thought of betrayal, that was no way for a Jedi to go.

He turned to the Initiate, now likely deserving to be a Padawan. "Don't worry youngling, we won't remain long in the dark. We shall find a way offworld where we can be safe and decide upon our next move. For now, we aren't far from the edge of the temple."

Then he felt the mental tug, he didn't notice if anyone else had felt it. It was another Jedi, or so the feeling of the message made it seem as such. The exact message would be impossible to try and decipher, few people mastered telepathy. Though the rough outline of the message was clear. He was there, he was waiting and willing to help. He almost considered trying to send some form of message back, though to do so could prove potentially dangerous. There was no telling who could pick up on it, as there was no way the Clones mounted such an effective attack on the temple without some major insider knowledge, and that meant one of their own had turned.

He lead the group around the final corner, a large bulkhead door visible several hundred meters away. "Come now, there is no time to waste. If any of you are good with technology, now is the time. I would rather not cut another door open leaving a trail for anyone to follow.