Silence
You're on a mission, with clones, laughing and talking as you make your way through a jungle. You know there's no danger, seeing as the separatist base is a smouldering wreck about five miles back. The highest ranking clone stops, tilting his head slightly as a transmission goes through his helmet. You and the clones stop as well.
"Order 66." he says.
Your clones, your troops, your friends, turn, taking out their guns and aiming them at you as the Force screams at you to run, go, get out of there. You run, crashing through the trees in your panic, stumbling as hundreds of Jedi scream through the Force.
"Get away from the clones!"
"They've turned on us!"
"RUN!"
They're dying, all of them are. Nobody can stop it. You trip, falling to your knees as a strong blast goes through the Force. The bond that you had always had with your master is severed, suddenly and violently. A terrible pain shoots through your leg as a blaster bolt makes contact. You get to your feet again, pain fear and adrenaline making you run faster than you thought was possible, even for a Jedi. Once you can no longer hear the clones behind you, you stop, quickly climbing up a tree, moving from branch to branch in an effort to lose the clones. Finally you stop, well hidden in a particularly leafy tree before realizing the awful truth.
The Jedi order is finished.
You don't dare try to use the Force to look for the clones. Your connection alone is throwing a hurricane of pain, fear, and betrayal at you, and you know that trying to use it will multiply it tenfold. You freeze, hearing the clones moving around in the forest, searching for you. They look around, and you can hear them talking to each other.
"We lost him."
Those are potential the most soothing words you have ever heard. You can see the clones lowering their weapons, letting down their guard. As quietly as you can, you grab your lightsaber off of your belt.
You jump down, quickly killing two of the clones. But you're injured and outnumbered, and you know it's a desperate gambit. Suddenly there's a burning pain and something hot and wet dripping down your back, and then you're falling and you can't move or speak, and you're screaming in your head NONONONO THIS ISN'T HAPPENING I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE NONONONONO!
You reach out for the Force, desperate for some modicum of calm, anything to help you because you're dead and you know it and you're scared. But there's no calm, and it's getting dark already, but it isn't night yet, it was morning just a few minuets ago. Painfully, with all the strength you have left in you, you turn your head up and see blue sky, darkening around the edges of your vision.
The Force is still screaming, Jedi begging for help, from somebody, anybody.
Please... somebody... I'm scared...
I'm sorry.
You're surprised as that single thought reverberates through the Force, gaining power as it spreads.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
You wonder why the clones are getting quieter, why there's no light anymore.
And then you're going, becoming one with the screaming, chaotic mess that is the Force. You panic, not knowing anything but your own thoughts. Because the Force is screaming, the Jedi are falling, the light is dying.
And you lay on the forest floor on some planet, and give in to the Force.