Dezel had made it up into the service shaft, clambering swiftly up three levels, before he heard it - the great, deep, rolling thunder, the immense boom of an explosion. He looked, up and then turned his head sharply away, as a rolling ball of dust and smoke rolled down the tube at him. The heat hit him like a wall, his teeth grit against the momentum of it, a spike in the Force accompanying the explosion.
He looked up the shaft again, mouth open.
=Dezel Rostu=
He climbed faster, ever upwards, and hoped he wasn't climbing towards a massacre.
Boron raced through the halls, pushing his Force imbued speed to its limits, leaving the hangar, and the missile strikes from what-he-presumed was the Mandalorian Air Support, behind. He doubted that the hangar's destruction included his wayward sniper, but one could hope. One could hope.
Now he had traversed subterranean corridors, and was bounding step by step up into the Praxeum. The main halls lay ahead of him, central corridors that served as arterial focus points for transport throughout the temple. From there, he could get into the central lift and stairwells, make his way up to the residential levels, and meet up with the other Jedi, come up with a plan, to either escape, or better still retake, the Praxeum.
Wouldn't mind taking the fight to these Mandalorian. You'd have thought they'd have learnt their lesson from their defeat in the Coruscant Jedi Temple during Dalla's reign.
The main hall was a handful of meters away. The corner was within two strides.
And his danger sense blared.
Boron barely reacted in time, dropping from his sprint into a skid, the rapid fire laser blasts whizzing over his head and burning great pockmarks in the carved-stone wall at the end of the corridor. The blasts tracked after him, but he was able to slip into an alcove opposite and take cover.
He grit his teeth, frowned and cursed.
Why in the hell is a YVH attacking me?!
It was a big why. One that would have to wait. Between bursts of laser fire, the droid trudged forward, heavy metal feet on the stone floor. The corner shielding him was disintegrating in a flash of orange-red and curling puffs of smoke, bit by bit. Boron's hand tightened around his Lightsaber hilt, and he took a deep breath in.
He was about to step out and face the marauding battle-droid, when the deep, rolling rumble spread throughout the building.
He could sense the bustling emotional presences of nervous Jedi students - even disciplined as the were, their youthful worry made them bundles of barely contained energy. Dezel was headed straight towards them, as fast as he was able. Dust from the maintenance shaft still stung his eyes a little. His every sense was alive with concern and caution, ready for the next thing to go wrong in this already nightmare night.
A grouping of thirty or forty young Jedi rounded the corner ahead ; at their lead, the considerably-taller, confident form of Master Kam Solusar lead them, his Lightsaber in hand, moving swiftly. He saw Dezel approaching, lifting his chin in acknowledgement.
=Dezel Rostu=
=Kam Solusar=
"I know. Tionne is already leading a contingent of Jedi up there looking for survivors. Who else is active?"
=Dezel Rostu=
There was a momentary grimace from the Jedi Master at the mention of the word sniper, but he nodded.
=Kam Solusar=
"We need to move down, get out of the Praxeum. Use the hunter-droids and the defence -"
Dezel shook his head.
=Dezel Rostu=
Kam stopped, looking back over the group of younglings behind him, and his brow furrowed deeply.
=Kam Solusar=
"That is a problem. We need a solution, fast."
=Dezel Rostu=
He didn't get to finish his sentence. Both he and Kam turned suddenly, weapons coming up, as their danger sense alerted them to the sudden arrival of unwanted company at the end of the corridor.
Hallways of the Praxeum
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Dav Man'Sell
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Ander Tagira
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Re: Hallways of the Praxeum
The ground beneath Tag's feet shook as the explosives detonated, triggering the collapse of the upper levels and the landing pad atop the Academy. Tag continued exerting his influence over the Praxeum's security and structural systems. The Mandalorian force was on its way, no more than five minutes out before they were reaching the perimeter of the Temple grounds. The reinforcement contingent coming ahead of the More and more of the Jedi within found themselves shuffling through narrow halls and flooding the same corridors, all seeking a way out and unwittingly being funneled toward the primary exit. YVH Droids sent groups rushing down the corridors with aberrant streams of blaster fire, few stopped to try and fight the machines when running was so much more practical for the moment. The one after Boron peppered the corner with bursts of blaster fire, before lifting its second arm and launching a grenade. The silvery sphere bounced off of the far wall and landed to Boron's left, a pair of lights blinking rapidly before it exploded.
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Dav Man'Sell
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Re: Hallways of the Praxeum
Once more, the pop of a grenade launcher spurred Boron to movement. He answered the pop with the snap-hiss of his Lightsaber, and dashed out, ducking beneath the cylinder as it sailed overhead to bounce off of the wall. The YVH's other arm tracked around again, unleashing stream after stream of laser fire, but this time, Boron's Lightsaber was alive and ready, catching the bursts of orange-red fire on his blue blade. His sprint took him towards the Droid, but obliquely, closing the distance swiftly as the droid loosed another grenade in his direction, even whilst it's left foot dropped back to ready it for melee combat. He twisted in his run, allowing the grenade to overshoot him, and dipped into the Force, calling forth a burst of speed that propelled him swifter towards the wall on the droid's left hand side.
Explosions behind him, one obliterating the alcove in which he had been nestled, the other blowing out great chunks of the rear wall, filled the hall with noise, far closer and more immediate than the rumbling explosion he had heard a few seconds earlier. A rolling heat swept past the Jedi, but his Force-enhanced dash took him out of the grenade's blast radius, a fact for which he was entirely grateful. The stream of rapid-fire laser bursts also left him behind, even the powerful hunter droid failing to keep track - the Jedi leapt, kicking off of the wall, and twisted to put a turn in his leap. His Lightsaber swept around, and he caught the droid on its shoulder, the Laminanium armour sparking as the blade crashed off of it. Boron's turning leap reversed him, putting his back to his path of travel, and as he landed, he dropped back into a backwards roll, his blade flashing as it gouged into the stone floor. He came up, weapon raised before him, and the droid wheeled around on him, it's yellow photoreceptors staring him down intently. There was a second, a moment's pause, as they faced each other.
Very well. Have at thee, droid.
Boron feinted left, before, with speed still enhanced by the energies of the Force, he cut right and closed to melee range, bringing his blade across and down. The Droid's arm extended to fire, but in the wrong direction, aiming where Boron had been moving towards mere milliseconds earlier. His blade gouged down, taking the front off of the variable-output blaster cannon in a flurry of sparks. The tough Laminanium armour resisted his blade's progress enough that the hand didn't go with it, but the main weapon was out of action and that was a good start.
It was the droid's turn to act, and it had compensated for the speed he had been moving at. It swung a powerful, metal-fisted left hook, with speed and force enough to rock a Rancor. Boron reversed his previous swing, sweeping his Lightsaber blade powerfully across to the other side, and meeting strong blow with strong blow. His arms were wrenched back at the strength of the incoming attack, but it was enough to deflect the punch off course, and sent a shower of sparks from the droids arm as Boron's attack cut deep enough to damage something inside.
The dangerous thing about fighting enhanced combat droids like the YVH series was that they didn't feel pain or surprise. Sustaining damage to them was no psychological hindrance, especially in the case of the YVHs, and this occasion proved that to be just as true. Where most living beings of flesh and blood would have likely been momentarily stunned or surprised by the injury sustained, the Tendrando Arms battle droid responded immediately and swiftly, by driving forward with its right shoulder. It caught Boron in the chest, the right arm wrapping around his waist, lifting him clear off the ground. The Jedi's left arm however, which held his Lightsaber, was free of the grapple, and so he twisted his wrist, and thrust it in, looking to dig in under the arm where the joint left a gap in the armour.
He crashed down hard onto the ground, the wind knocked violently from his lungs, and his saber dropping from his hand, clattering off somewhere behind the droid and extinguishing as the dead man switch sensor detected the lack of hand on the weapon. Boron couldn't see, didn't know if his strike had found the internals of the droid, but even if it had, the damage had clearly not been enough to kill the blasted thing.
I need to finish this fast.
Boron's danger sense flared, and with barely a half-second to spare, he snapped his head aside, avoiding a right fist that would have crushed his skull. He snapped his head again aside, just avoiding another fist, and begun gathering the Force to himself as he shied away from a third. He focused his gathered Force energy into his now empty left hand, pressed to the side of the droid's thoracic section. He unleashed the energy, and the droid was propelled violent off of him and into the wall at his side.
Wasting no time, Boron drew his legs back and sprung into a kip-up, landing on his feet. His left hand snapped out, tugging on the Lightsaber in the Force and recalling it to his hand. He it had barely reached his palm before his danger-sense again screamed a warning at him, and his efforts to dodge did little more than take the worst out of a punch that caught the back of his head and sent him sprawling back down the corridor towards the grenade damage from earlier. He staggered, but just about managed to keep his feet, and increased his forward momentum to gain a little space between them before he turned back to face the droid.
It was charging for him, and in the last stride, one of its feet lifted to deliver what would be a rib-shattering kick to his chest. Boron slipped hard to the side, allowing the foot to miss, and followed up with a powerful two handed strike along the horizontal. The blade cut deep into the chest, and more sparks and the stink of burnt electronics poured forth. This time the droid was staggered, stumbling back, suffering it seemed from at least a partial loss of control. It paused for a few long seconds as it stared at him, ghoulish skull-like head and yellow photoreceptors unmoving, as, Boron assumed, it assessed its damage and attempted to reroute, so it might continue the fight.
If he gave it the chance to.
=Boron Shar=
"Not bloody likely, mate."
He stepped in quickly, swinging the blade hard from over his right shoulder. The droid lifted it's left arm to attempt to deflect, but this time Boron's powerful blow carved straight through the already compromised armour, taking the limb clean off half-way down the forearm, and the blade continued its path undeterred, crashing into the neck, carving through armour and servos and power lines. The head lulled dramatically, hanging from a few remaining strained components, the yellow light dying from the eyes, and the droid staggered back yet-further still. Boron withdrew his blade aggressively, and then whipped it back again, removing the last few components holding the head in place. He followed up with another telekinetic push, and the body flew back down the corridor to collapse half-a-dozen meters away, leaving the head to clatter to a halt at his feet.
The Mini-rockets were the first thing to come at them as the door blew in. Dezel didn't even have time to react before Kam reached out, telekinetically knocking the missiles off course. Kam's purple Lightsaber was already in motion too, well before the second attack begun, a series of staccato laser bursts flying down the corridor at them. The Jedi Master battered the blasts aside with all the skill that Dezel had come to expect from a former Jedi Battlemaster, facing down the two YVH droids with quiet confidence, no sense of trepidation bleeding into the Force.
Dezel stepped in, spinning his double-bladed lightsaber rapidly above his head, the two green blades whirring. He dropped the blades into the line of fire, and the two Jedi moved to shield the now retreating group of younglings. Dezel leant in closer towards Kam, shouting over the din of the laser-blasts.
=Dezel Rostu=
The older Jedi glanced back over his shoulder.
=Kam Solusar=
"Take them Dez. We're heading down." He grunted as he batted another burst of fire aside, then looked to Dezel. "Get somewhere secure, regroup with the other Masters, work out what to do about the security systems from there."
Dezel frowned, but nodded. He took a step, whirling his Lightsaber before him as he slipped back towards the younglings.
=Dezel Rostu=
The small Jedi kids scrambled from the shelter they had gathered in, and with Dezel acting as a second defensive line behind Kam, catching the few laser blasts the Jedi Master missed. They backed as swiftly as they could, through the archway, and down the corridor, and only once, at the shout of Master Solusar, did they need to duck down, as another micro-rocket exploded against the wall behind them.
They reached the stairwell, the children piling in, and Dezel turned back, trying to work out how he might assist in handling the two droids now clunking down at us.
He needn't have bothered. Dezel watched as, with the practiced skill of a true Jedi Master, Kam simultaneously deflected shots and swept the tip of his blade through the columns of the archway as he backed through it. The Jedi Master backed further down the hall, and as the two droids stomped into the arch, Kam deflected another burst of shots, then thrust a hand out. The Force swelled with telekinetic energy, and with a downward motion of his arm, the Jedi Master tore the archway down on top of the droids, crushing them beneath heavy, dark stone. One of the droids tried to scramble out, reaching to bring its arm laser-cannon to bear, but before it could, Kam coolly paced over, and swept his blade through the arm's wrist joint, destroying the weapon and the hand in one smooth sweep.
He turned, shut the weapon off, and walked back towards Dezel.
=Dezel Rostu=
=Kam Solusar=
"We should get moving before we encounter more hunter droids."
Dezel gave no argument. The two Jedi shut off their weapons, and Kam led the students down the stairs. Dezel paused only briefly, glancing back once more at the destruction, before heading into the stairwell as well.
Explosions behind him, one obliterating the alcove in which he had been nestled, the other blowing out great chunks of the rear wall, filled the hall with noise, far closer and more immediate than the rumbling explosion he had heard a few seconds earlier. A rolling heat swept past the Jedi, but his Force-enhanced dash took him out of the grenade's blast radius, a fact for which he was entirely grateful. The stream of rapid-fire laser bursts also left him behind, even the powerful hunter droid failing to keep track - the Jedi leapt, kicking off of the wall, and twisted to put a turn in his leap. His Lightsaber swept around, and he caught the droid on its shoulder, the Laminanium armour sparking as the blade crashed off of it. Boron's turning leap reversed him, putting his back to his path of travel, and as he landed, he dropped back into a backwards roll, his blade flashing as it gouged into the stone floor. He came up, weapon raised before him, and the droid wheeled around on him, it's yellow photoreceptors staring him down intently. There was a second, a moment's pause, as they faced each other.
Very well. Have at thee, droid.
Boron feinted left, before, with speed still enhanced by the energies of the Force, he cut right and closed to melee range, bringing his blade across and down. The Droid's arm extended to fire, but in the wrong direction, aiming where Boron had been moving towards mere milliseconds earlier. His blade gouged down, taking the front off of the variable-output blaster cannon in a flurry of sparks. The tough Laminanium armour resisted his blade's progress enough that the hand didn't go with it, but the main weapon was out of action and that was a good start.
It was the droid's turn to act, and it had compensated for the speed he had been moving at. It swung a powerful, metal-fisted left hook, with speed and force enough to rock a Rancor. Boron reversed his previous swing, sweeping his Lightsaber blade powerfully across to the other side, and meeting strong blow with strong blow. His arms were wrenched back at the strength of the incoming attack, but it was enough to deflect the punch off course, and sent a shower of sparks from the droids arm as Boron's attack cut deep enough to damage something inside.
The dangerous thing about fighting enhanced combat droids like the YVH series was that they didn't feel pain or surprise. Sustaining damage to them was no psychological hindrance, especially in the case of the YVHs, and this occasion proved that to be just as true. Where most living beings of flesh and blood would have likely been momentarily stunned or surprised by the injury sustained, the Tendrando Arms battle droid responded immediately and swiftly, by driving forward with its right shoulder. It caught Boron in the chest, the right arm wrapping around his waist, lifting him clear off the ground. The Jedi's left arm however, which held his Lightsaber, was free of the grapple, and so he twisted his wrist, and thrust it in, looking to dig in under the arm where the joint left a gap in the armour.
He crashed down hard onto the ground, the wind knocked violently from his lungs, and his saber dropping from his hand, clattering off somewhere behind the droid and extinguishing as the dead man switch sensor detected the lack of hand on the weapon. Boron couldn't see, didn't know if his strike had found the internals of the droid, but even if it had, the damage had clearly not been enough to kill the blasted thing.
I need to finish this fast.
Boron's danger sense flared, and with barely a half-second to spare, he snapped his head aside, avoiding a right fist that would have crushed his skull. He snapped his head again aside, just avoiding another fist, and begun gathering the Force to himself as he shied away from a third. He focused his gathered Force energy into his now empty left hand, pressed to the side of the droid's thoracic section. He unleashed the energy, and the droid was propelled violent off of him and into the wall at his side.
Wasting no time, Boron drew his legs back and sprung into a kip-up, landing on his feet. His left hand snapped out, tugging on the Lightsaber in the Force and recalling it to his hand. He it had barely reached his palm before his danger-sense again screamed a warning at him, and his efforts to dodge did little more than take the worst out of a punch that caught the back of his head and sent him sprawling back down the corridor towards the grenade damage from earlier. He staggered, but just about managed to keep his feet, and increased his forward momentum to gain a little space between them before he turned back to face the droid.
It was charging for him, and in the last stride, one of its feet lifted to deliver what would be a rib-shattering kick to his chest. Boron slipped hard to the side, allowing the foot to miss, and followed up with a powerful two handed strike along the horizontal. The blade cut deep into the chest, and more sparks and the stink of burnt electronics poured forth. This time the droid was staggered, stumbling back, suffering it seemed from at least a partial loss of control. It paused for a few long seconds as it stared at him, ghoulish skull-like head and yellow photoreceptors unmoving, as, Boron assumed, it assessed its damage and attempted to reroute, so it might continue the fight.
If he gave it the chance to.
=Boron Shar=
"Not bloody likely, mate."
He stepped in quickly, swinging the blade hard from over his right shoulder. The droid lifted it's left arm to attempt to deflect, but this time Boron's powerful blow carved straight through the already compromised armour, taking the limb clean off half-way down the forearm, and the blade continued its path undeterred, crashing into the neck, carving through armour and servos and power lines. The head lulled dramatically, hanging from a few remaining strained components, the yellow light dying from the eyes, and the droid staggered back yet-further still. Boron withdrew his blade aggressively, and then whipped it back again, removing the last few components holding the head in place. He followed up with another telekinetic push, and the body flew back down the corridor to collapse half-a-dozen meters away, leaving the head to clatter to a halt at his feet.
The Mini-rockets were the first thing to come at them as the door blew in. Dezel didn't even have time to react before Kam reached out, telekinetically knocking the missiles off course. Kam's purple Lightsaber was already in motion too, well before the second attack begun, a series of staccato laser bursts flying down the corridor at them. The Jedi Master battered the blasts aside with all the skill that Dezel had come to expect from a former Jedi Battlemaster, facing down the two YVH droids with quiet confidence, no sense of trepidation bleeding into the Force.
Dezel stepped in, spinning his double-bladed lightsaber rapidly above his head, the two green blades whirring. He dropped the blades into the line of fire, and the two Jedi moved to shield the now retreating group of younglings. Dezel leant in closer towards Kam, shouting over the din of the laser-blasts.
=Dezel Rostu=
The older Jedi glanced back over his shoulder.
=Kam Solusar=
"Take them Dez. We're heading down." He grunted as he batted another burst of fire aside, then looked to Dezel. "Get somewhere secure, regroup with the other Masters, work out what to do about the security systems from there."
Dezel frowned, but nodded. He took a step, whirling his Lightsaber before him as he slipped back towards the younglings.
=Dezel Rostu=
The small Jedi kids scrambled from the shelter they had gathered in, and with Dezel acting as a second defensive line behind Kam, catching the few laser blasts the Jedi Master missed. They backed as swiftly as they could, through the archway, and down the corridor, and only once, at the shout of Master Solusar, did they need to duck down, as another micro-rocket exploded against the wall behind them.
They reached the stairwell, the children piling in, and Dezel turned back, trying to work out how he might assist in handling the two droids now clunking down at us.
He needn't have bothered. Dezel watched as, with the practiced skill of a true Jedi Master, Kam simultaneously deflected shots and swept the tip of his blade through the columns of the archway as he backed through it. The Jedi Master backed further down the hall, and as the two droids stomped into the arch, Kam deflected another burst of shots, then thrust a hand out. The Force swelled with telekinetic energy, and with a downward motion of his arm, the Jedi Master tore the archway down on top of the droids, crushing them beneath heavy, dark stone. One of the droids tried to scramble out, reaching to bring its arm laser-cannon to bear, but before it could, Kam coolly paced over, and swept his blade through the arm's wrist joint, destroying the weapon and the hand in one smooth sweep.
He turned, shut the weapon off, and walked back towards Dezel.
=Dezel Rostu=
=Kam Solusar=
"We should get moving before we encounter more hunter droids."
Dezel gave no argument. The two Jedi shut off their weapons, and Kam led the students down the stairs. Dezel paused only briefly, glancing back once more at the destruction, before heading into the stairwell as well.
Re: Hallways of the Praxeum
She closed her silvery eyes, trying to focus. Trying to draw upon the energy that sustained all life, all things, everywhere. Much was causing that field to crack and split beneath her feet.
There was death, and pain. There was fear, and anger. With every breath she took, more of that misery filled her lungs and soul.
But she expelled them with each push out. She centered herself within The Force, and felt the life return to her. Many were still alive: this was acceptable. Kam was amongst them, and this was also good. They had recovered several that had been injured, and were now able to save their lives.
Within Chaos, there was Harmony.
" Master Solusar? Knights Tel and Yulis are stabilized now. We can begin moving again."
Jedi Master Tionne Solusar slid her gaze open, staring down at her hands resting upon the chest of the Sullustan. Rien Yulis, Jedi Knight. Thirty Four standard years of age. Originally from Commenor, and walker of the Consular's Path. A good being, and one who would survive if she had anything to say about it. She flexed the prosthetic fingers of her left hand, willing the circuits to start to move again. The machinery, unfortunately, still seized up a bit when left tense for too long.
Much like a muscle. What couldn't these doctors do?
" Thank you. I lost myself for a moment there. Come, take the stretcher and help carry him. I shall see towards our destination."
" At once, Master."
Tionne stood and looked down upon the Sullustan. He had been injured, much like the Omwati, Xion Tel, from the destruction of the roof. Burns and blunt force trauma: it was a miracle he had survived. Xion, thankfully, was not struck by any falling rock. Tionne doubted the woman's hollow bones would have survived such an injury, but sadly these two Knights were not the only casualties.
She had gathered together a group of 30, but barely any of them were beyond their teenage years. Four of them were Knights of the Order, aside from the two injured. Several more they carried with them: support staff, Padawans, also unconscious or sedated. Emergency Medkits had been plundered to find what could be administered quickly, and The Force had done what it could to sustain these beings.
Tionne hoped for the moment that it was enough. When the Praxeum had come under attack, the two Solusars had leapt into action as they were want to do, each headed towards a different theater. Kam, as was his role, left to defend and protect. To fight. She moved along a different path, but no less important. If Kam and the Knights with him were the blade, then Tionne was the shield. She had gathered what help she could and rushed towards the source of the explosion, carrying the injured away. The dead could not be helped, but she made what peace she could at that.
Along the way, she had made sure to stop by the dormitories and training halls, grabbing as many of the students as she could find. These children were now thrust into something that many were not prepared for, but Tionne still trusted in them as Jedi. Were not she and the entirety of the others that first studied under Master Skywalker much the same?
" It is time to continue moving," She told her assembled Jedi, " We will make for the Entrance to the Academy. It will be the quickest way to the Hangars from here."
There was no sound in reply, just a quiet acceptance that this is what was needed and therefore it would be done. Tionne swept to the front of her friends, silver hair short but still bobbing behind her while her simple robes flowed against the gentle wind of motion. She was no warrior, but she was also no stranger to war. The Empire, the Vong, Jacen and his allies: both Solusars knew conflict, knew it intimately. A hand found her simple hilt and drew it from her side, but did not ignite the blade of light.
A Jedi's first measure was to peace, not war. Whilst the battle raged around them in areas they could hear but not see; while the Jedi gathered up their injured comrades on makeshift stretchers or in their very arms, Tionne felt that there was still a chance for peace before this day was done.
There was ... conflict, within The Force. The struggle of a decision to make. The Unifying touch of all knowledge, all that was and would be, spoke to her, and told Tionne that she would still have a part to play in all of this.
That she would have a chance to save the lives she now led.
There was death, and pain. There was fear, and anger. With every breath she took, more of that misery filled her lungs and soul.
But she expelled them with each push out. She centered herself within The Force, and felt the life return to her. Many were still alive: this was acceptable. Kam was amongst them, and this was also good. They had recovered several that had been injured, and were now able to save their lives.
Within Chaos, there was Harmony.
" Master Solusar? Knights Tel and Yulis are stabilized now. We can begin moving again."
Jedi Master Tionne Solusar slid her gaze open, staring down at her hands resting upon the chest of the Sullustan. Rien Yulis, Jedi Knight. Thirty Four standard years of age. Originally from Commenor, and walker of the Consular's Path. A good being, and one who would survive if she had anything to say about it. She flexed the prosthetic fingers of her left hand, willing the circuits to start to move again. The machinery, unfortunately, still seized up a bit when left tense for too long.
Much like a muscle. What couldn't these doctors do?
" Thank you. I lost myself for a moment there. Come, take the stretcher and help carry him. I shall see towards our destination."
" At once, Master."
Tionne stood and looked down upon the Sullustan. He had been injured, much like the Omwati, Xion Tel, from the destruction of the roof. Burns and blunt force trauma: it was a miracle he had survived. Xion, thankfully, was not struck by any falling rock. Tionne doubted the woman's hollow bones would have survived such an injury, but sadly these two Knights were not the only casualties.
She had gathered together a group of 30, but barely any of them were beyond their teenage years. Four of them were Knights of the Order, aside from the two injured. Several more they carried with them: support staff, Padawans, also unconscious or sedated. Emergency Medkits had been plundered to find what could be administered quickly, and The Force had done what it could to sustain these beings.
Tionne hoped for the moment that it was enough. When the Praxeum had come under attack, the two Solusars had leapt into action as they were want to do, each headed towards a different theater. Kam, as was his role, left to defend and protect. To fight. She moved along a different path, but no less important. If Kam and the Knights with him were the blade, then Tionne was the shield. She had gathered what help she could and rushed towards the source of the explosion, carrying the injured away. The dead could not be helped, but she made what peace she could at that.
Along the way, she had made sure to stop by the dormitories and training halls, grabbing as many of the students as she could find. These children were now thrust into something that many were not prepared for, but Tionne still trusted in them as Jedi. Were not she and the entirety of the others that first studied under Master Skywalker much the same?
" It is time to continue moving," She told her assembled Jedi, " We will make for the Entrance to the Academy. It will be the quickest way to the Hangars from here."
There was no sound in reply, just a quiet acceptance that this is what was needed and therefore it would be done. Tionne swept to the front of her friends, silver hair short but still bobbing behind her while her simple robes flowed against the gentle wind of motion. She was no warrior, but she was also no stranger to war. The Empire, the Vong, Jacen and his allies: both Solusars knew conflict, knew it intimately. A hand found her simple hilt and drew it from her side, but did not ignite the blade of light.
A Jedi's first measure was to peace, not war. Whilst the battle raged around them in areas they could hear but not see; while the Jedi gathered up their injured comrades on makeshift stretchers or in their very arms, Tionne felt that there was still a chance for peace before this day was done.
There was ... conflict, within The Force. The struggle of a decision to make. The Unifying touch of all knowledge, all that was and would be, spoke to her, and told Tionne that she would still have a part to play in all of this.
That she would have a chance to save the lives she now led.
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