The Hero With No Fear saw the men he had spent the last few years of his life with, fighting side by side, defending, commanding, inside his home, the one place they were not meant to be. They had their blasters trained on the dozens of jedi in the room, adults and teens alike.
Silent men stood in white armor painted with the individual man's artistic design. What did their faces look like under their helmets?
"Stop!" He yelled. His voice ripped through the chaotic air and froze every living being in their place. The famous blue lightsaber ignited, held in the hand of the most powerful being the republic had seen in an eon.
The Hero With No Fear saw the men he had spent the last few years of his life with, fighting side by side, defending, commanding, inside his home, the one place they were not meant to be. They had their blasters trained on the dozens of jedi in the room, adults and teens alike.
Silent men stood in white armor painted with the individual man's artistic design. What did their faces look like under their helmets?
"Stop!" He yelled. His voice ripped through the chaotic air and froze every living being in their place. The famous blue lightsaber ignited, held in the hand of the most powerful being the republic had seen in an eon.
"What is the meaning of this?" He boomed, stalking deeper into the room "Stand down."
The weapons of his own men turned to him. This hero was fierce on the battle field, but he also cared for the lives of his soldiers. Rage sneaked out. They had killed jedi.
He reached out his hand and drew on his powers to pull a nearby soldier to him. The clone's blaster flew out of his hand and the jedi ripped his helmet off.
"What have you done? Why?" The mighty general asked, a storm crackling behind his blue eyes.
"Good soldiers follow orders. Good soldiers follow orders." The man repeated through gritted teeth, eyes avoiding his captor's. The same words that Tup had said when he went insane.
"Who's orders?"
"Release him, general!" A clone commander yelled, aiming his blaster pistols and the knight.
The soldier's body flew across the room into the commander, knocking both to the ground.
"Fire!" a captain yelled. Blue fire sprayed through the air. The other jedi, who had been regrouping while their attackers had been distracted, found themselves once again under assault.
"I order you to cease your fire and surrender." The general's command was somehow heard over the sounds of battle. This order was left unobeyed or acknowledged.
A Padawan desperately tried to block the blaster bolts that shot through the night air like deadly shooting stars, every word of teaching he had ever received crowding into his head at once. He gasped, trying to catch his breath, and let down his guard to his back.
A shooting star hurled towards him.
A small explosion destroyed the laser bolt as it collided with a lightsaber, alerting the Padawan with the signature sound.
His savior watched his back, blocking every attack with a swift and clean movement.
"Go to the council chambers," he directed quietly, not faltering in his sword strokes, "get the remaining younglings. I'll come when I can."
The young twi'lek Padawan only could nod and duck below some tables that had been thrown about the once clean room.