As they escaped the dark narrow confines of the war-torn tunnels, Rylos expected to be met with some much needed fresh air; his lungs after all had taken in an almost debilitating amount of smoke and dust during their escape. He imagined that the others might have hoped for the same. However this small wish was not granted, for the air of the seedy undercity was just as polluted. The rich overpowering mixture of gas, waste and [i]organic smells[/i] was enough to make most new visitors gag. Still, it was a step-up from the unmistakable smell of death that now consumed the temple. 

Taking a quick rest, Rylos leant against the side of the wall and began to focus. Even with the implants and the use of the force, it was hard for him to continue to block out the pain from his injuries. With each passing minute he felt his ability to mask the pain slip and each movement became progressively harder. [i]“You can still move Rylos. Don’t you dare hold your brothers and sisters back.”[/i] he ordered himself silently.

[i]"Follow me young-ones. We'll make our way into the city, into the population and then we will find a way to blend in. From there we will be free. Do not fear, we are almost there."[/i]

Rylos looked up and the source of the voice, seeing the familiar visage of Master Worror. Rylos did not like the idea of traversing the under-city but he knew that it was their only real option. It was not only a simply horrible place to be, but for him it was almost a form of torture. So many people were cramped into the wretched slums, few of which had any decent standard of life – there was so much suffering and it was hard for him to block it out. For him, he always saw the conditions on the lower levels of Coruscant to be the biggest failing of the Jedi. Their order were supposed to be bastions of kindness, fairness, justice and mercy, and yet they lived comfortable lives in a grand temple whilst people literally suffered beneath their feet. So much darkness festered beneath and it really made one question how blind the Jedi really were.

“I suggest that even once we’re blended in (if that’s even a possibility at this point), that we keep moving and put some distance between us and the Temple. We won’t be able to shuttle off planet anywhere near here without being scanned and caught.” Rylos added as he stood back up-right, doing his best to hide his injury. His eyes darted between the survivors as he spoke, taking the opportunity to scan his comrades for the first time since encountering them. Although he was familiar with Worror, the only person that Rylos really knew was T'ish.