Serra Keto examined the ruins of the temple library around her. The bodies of the fallen Jedi lay scourged all around her, and many of the temple's archives lay destroyed or had been thieved. The many sections of the library were also littered with the bodies of clones. Familiar traces of Jedi she knew, and the scents of masters she had respected floated in the force, but they were only paths. They had all perished, along with many clones. Except one…
She hesitated on her way out. There was another familiar presence in the force, and it had calmly walked out the door she was standing in, a few minutes prior. Her emotions darkened as she identified the source.
The chosen one, the traitor, had walked through this door, with a clone escort.
Skywalker had done this.
Anger pulsated through her. It worsened as she examined the bodies of the fallen Jedi, reminding her that they had failed, that they were not strong enough to defend their order.
That they had fallen fighting the presence of evil in there very home.
Tears came to her eyes, as she examined the bodies of the clones. The evil soldiers who blindly followed the new sith lord to destroy the Jedi. So far they were succeeding…
A calming surge of the force entered through her, and she remembered what it was too be a Jedi. She took a deep breath, let go of pain, and the fallen Jedi before her. She then walked through the door.
"Alas! Lament for my fallen brothers and sisters in the force" she cried to herself as she passed through the door. "Alas! Alas! 'Tis a sorrowful day indeed."
Serra Keto, Jedi Knight, former general of the royal clone army of the republic, Ventress of Rhen Var, and beloved apprentice of the fallen Cin Drallig was still alive and continued to serve the living force, and the remains of the shattered Jedi order.
The force suddenly warned her that clones were approaching. Serra turned her head towards the door, and heard the voices of clones drawing near. She smiled. Even though clones had destroyed her allies, she was not afraid.
Fear is the path to the dark side.
She raised a gloved hand towards the approaching murderers, and felt into the depths of the force with her mind. She found the minds of the clones whom were approaching, and focused on them.
Then with one swift stroke of the force, she smothered them.
Serra felt their existence fade in seconds, and when they did, she heard the thump! of their armor as it collided with the temple's floor beneath her feet. She smiled as a crack of thunder resounded in the distance, and a small rain began to fall on the writhing structure of the burning Jedi temple.
But hate is the path to the dark side, and she let her hate flow out of her. She turned and walked through the doors down towards the security room. A warning in the force stopped her approach and she listened by the door.
There were more clone troops within. The force told her there were four of them. All with Verendak-styled rocket launchers, armed, and ready to fire.
Again Serra reached into the force and found their minds. She then focused on their minds and the force whispered in their heads. Confused, they looked around for the source, but could see no one. Serra focused harder, and the attention span on the clones halted, and they swayed back and forth, as if in a trance.
She entered, smiling, as the guards swayed back and forth, unable to comprehend her entrance. A current of the force carried her two lightsabers to her hands, and activated them.
Next moment all four members of squadron 38 fell dead to the ground, decapitated.
"All too easy," She said as she stepped over the corpses, and approached the security mechanism. She did not even need to read the security labeling. In the force she felt its message. It was ordering all Jedi to report back to the temple. It declared the war was over, and the Jedi council had ordered the safe return of all Jedi.
Serra bowed her head. The force was telling her that this was not her mission. She had another enemy to defeat. Another Jedi would recalibrate the code. Her job was with the chosen one. This Darth Sidious would also have to be apprehended.
Suddenly the force cried out in her mind. Igniting her Lightsaber, she parried with her back to the door, and a blaster bolt, fired by an assassin clone reunited with its master, and the clone fell dead to the ground. She turned around, and examined her defeated foe at her feet.
A pattering of feet down the hall informed her that her presence had become noticed.
"Must they always walk blindly down the halls they trod, of which they do not belong?" she asked herself as she began to walk towards the door. "I shall put them out of their misery!"
Serra emerged from the security room with both Lightsabers drawn and parried in her classic Jareq-Da guard. The clones noticed her and raised their weapons. "Drop your weapons Jedi!" they ordered
Serra's only response was to angle them in a cross before her.
A clone walked forward wearing the yellow-green clashed colors on his white helmet. The symbol of a clone commander. He pointed at Serra and ordered "Fire!" to his clones.
Serra caught the blasts flying towards her, on her lightsabers and reflected them back towards the clones. She then advanced, cutting down more troops as she came on. Their heavy gunfire was not match for her quick and smooth reflexive movements, and she had the force to guide her.
A playful smile came unbidden to her lips as she easily dodged the clone's intensive fire. Outside the temple a heavy storm was falling on the ruined form of the temple. She breathed in, in the force and felt the storms power. She located the source of the storm directly above the temple. In reality, Serra saw many more troops approaching, and a heavy machine gun had been set up, with which to take down Jedi starfighters was turning towards her.
With her wrath, she formed a massive bolt of lightning within the clouds and aimed its course directly for the machine gun.
With an explosion, the machine gun imploded, and the corpses of the clones sprawled out across the floor.