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As the young Echani ran through the Jedi temple, he couldnt help but wonder why there was so many clones in it. What also didnt make any sence was why there was no Jedi. There wasnt even any younglings. Slowing down into a jog, he rounded a corner that would bring him to the amoury. He skidded to a halt. The door s tothe amoury had been blown off thee hinges. This day was just getting stranger.
"Halt. Who are you?" The unmistakable voice of a clone trooper shouted fr behind him. Slowly turning around, the Echani looked dead ino the barrel of a DC 15 blaster rifle. The young Echani looked at the clone trooper skeptically.
"What is it to you clone?" The Echani asked in a mild voice. The clones behind the leader looked at each other in what may have been disbelief.
"This area is under quaranteen under the orders of Chancellor Palpetine." The clone answered ina disbeleiving tone. The young Echani stiffened slightly at the mention of the chancellor.
"Then im sorry to disapoint you, but I do not rspet hs arthority." The young Echani sneered in the clones face. The clones DC 15 lowered slightly. The Echani sprung into action. He drew his Vibro-knife and stabed the first clone in the armpit. As he screamed in pain, the Echani youth wresteled the DC 15 off him and shot him through the head. The oter two snapped out of their stuppor. Their guns raised and fired multiple sot at the area that the Echani had just occupied. The Echani retaliated from behind the pillar that he was now hidding behind. He shot two shots at one of the clones, which hit him in the leg and shoulder, causing the clone to drop t the floor. The other clone fired at the now hidden Echani. Suddenly a knife was pressed the the neck of the final trooper.
"What is happening?" The Echani groweled in a low voice.
"The chancellor has issued order 66. The Jedi hae turned against the repubic and are now being wipped out. The 501st Legion was sent here under the comand of Lord Vader to rid the galaxy of the Jedi scum." The clone trooper spat before the knife plunged into his windpipe.
The Echani shook his head in disbelief. The Jedi turned against the republic? Thats hard to believe. And Lord Vader? Who was that? He needed answers, and he knew just the place to get them. Hefting his newly aquired DC 15 rifle, he set off at a run towards the hanger area. Around 200 meters ahead he had to stop again. What must have been a whole platoon of Clones running through the corridoor. The Echani waited for the clones to pass, and thn caried on. As he was nearing the hanger he heard the sound of heavy breathing. He traced the sound back to a room that he had just passed. He searched the room for the noise. He found it in the corner of the room, behind a table filled with maps. It was an old man, dressed in the clothes of a Jedi master.
"W-who are you?" The Jedi asked in a breathy voice.
"I am a theif." The youth answered truthfully. The Jedi looked shocked at the Echanis truthfulnes.
"Well at least you're not a clone." The Jedi laughed quietly. It was obvious that the man was dying. "I am dying. I dont want to go out without doing one last good deed. You must leave this place. Take my starfighter and seek out Jedi General Rahm Kota. You will help him in.."
"I was going to seek him out anyway." The young Echani interupted. The old Jedi looked surprised by this.
"How do you know General Kota?" The old man asked. The Echani looked at the old man. He was dying anyway.
"Rahm Kota was the Jedi that found me sneeking through the Jedi temple 2 years ago. He took me in and gave me some training whenever he could. He only trained me with a vibro-blade." There was a devilish glint in the old mans eyes
"Well then its about time you had a lightsaber young padawan."