AuthorNotes: Very late post...wow sorry been busy and lazy mostly lazy. When Im done typing it all Im gonna edit and put the commanders name in the begining when hes introduce because Commander is written a little too much. The chapters will say edited when they are done.
Graf used his lightsaber and struck it into the ground. Leaving a streak of melted metal, using it as a brake before plummeting into the lower levels of the temple. Anakin was running toward them, closer than he ever been. The commander pushed the kid inside the ship forcefully, almost rudely. Everything was happening to fast. He stayed at the door and fired rapidly.
"Get back!", he shouted and kept firing. No effect, anakin got closer to the ship. He was too close, move away you idiot! Graf was only behind him and couldn't get ahead enough. He found himself yelling.
"NO!"
Anakins blade went right through the commander's armor, straight through his heart. His knees fell to the ground with an echoing thud in Graf's ears. Graf went mad, he ran even faster with a loud cry. It would never bring back his freind, yet nothing mattered now. How he would escape with the padowan or do after, all he wanted to do was avenge his comrade. His body fell and Anakin looked at him. He crept a smile of evil, taunting him, making him even more angry. Before Graf could get to him he force pushed him back again. He fell farther away from the ship and closer to failure. Anakin was in the doorway and stepped in.
All that wasted, guilt filled Graf's heart, he failed. He couldn't save the boy. He slammed his fist into the ground, that's it, there's all of it. If Graf doesn't leave now Anakin will be back for him too. He had to drop this feeling or he could never get himself together and escape. He dead now and nothing will change it never. Let's get out of here.
When Graf began his jog back inside the hangar he heard footsteps coming from behind him, very fast. It must be Anakin, so Graf turned around swiftly, lightsaber ignited and readied his attack but thats not what took his breath away.
It was the boy
Graf must either be dead or dreaming, still at home. It turns out he never went into the ship, he hid right behind it when after he got shoved in by the commander when no one was looking.
"Kid?", Graf shook his head, was it him or was he seeing things. "How did you-". The boy was smiling, happy to see Graf as well. But then Graf saw past his shoulders and saw the blue light from Anakins lightsaber creeping out of the door of the ship. He knows he's been tricked.
"Nevermind lets go", he grabs him by the hand and run to the hangar. When they got there the place was covered in flames, bodies were on the floor, 23 of them at least. They flames werent strong enough to worry about though. Already seeing death before the boy wasnt all that scared but the death of his friends still give him some effect. But not Graf, hes seen it all. He acted quickly and went to the control panel and locked the doors, activating the blast doors in case of an attack on the temple. There is one happening right now but its internal and too late. The giant metal doors fall from the cieling to the floor making a loud noise with the sound of a siren going off, and red lights flashing. Before they close Graf sees only Anakins feet before the disappear behind the great wall. The doors close and its silent, its dark and the red lights are still flashing, the only source of light in the room. They had to get to his ship but it was on the other side of the temple, they couldnt go through with the boy or he'd get killed and if they go around they it will take too long and they'll be found. There was no other choice, they had to go through the temple. It wasn't very far but they would have to go through the main hall where are the violence was taking place. Graf could hide him but...clone armor wouldn't fit him and if it did they would question him for being such a short clone. He couldn't pretend he was his prisoner, there not taking prisoners. Maybe he can hide him in something like a box to carry on his back. So he searched through the wreckage finding nothing but large cargo boxes that would be to heavy to lift and some that looked like he would fit were either on fire or destroyed. Nothing he ran back to the boy trying to come up with an alternative plan but there was nothing else. Graf was pacing and running out of time when he noticed.
"What am I going to find that fits you, there's nothing here. I could-wait"
There it was, a white scout pack box that was just the right size for the boy to fit into and he was sitting right on it the whole time. Graf felt like a freaking Jar-Jar. He told him to move and get inside the box quickly, when he did he slammed the lid on before he got in properly.
"Ouch"
"Sorry"
Graf counted to three and then strapped the pack on. He waddles to the door but before he opens them he speaks to the boy.
"Hey", Graf knocks on the box and the boy pops out. "Listen kid whatever you do, dont come out of there for whatever reason until I say we've arrived at the hangar, OK." The boy nods and dissapears back into the box.
Graf open the doors and a gust of orangy smoke brushes right past him. There's still faint blaster fire but not as strong as it was earlier when Graf was watching them through the survalience.
It seems they were just about done.
Graf tried walking fast through the halls as fast as he can. Moving would only hurt the boy inside the pack. Still not a single person yet he's seen. Now they were heading for the great hall, a gloomy orange light was getting brighter as they got closer. From the survalience the fighting was heavy here. Jedi against clones, after all the republic has worked for. Graf's comlink was ringing again, let's hope its not that Jedi, he thought. But seriously who could it even be right now, he answers it and a very stern voice speaks.
"This is sentinel Judist, is this commander Roūf"
"He's dead, the is captain Graf, I have a padowan with me and a rouge Jedi is after us and we are evacuating the building"
"The Temple Guards!", the boy said with cheer as he poped out of the bag, disobeying Graf's orders not to come out for whatever reason until it was safe.
"What-get back in there"
The boy pouted and disappeared once again into the bag. Of course Graf knows who they are, the Jedi temple guards. The ones who wear a mask over the face and wield yellow saber staffs. Vowed to protect the Jedi order and its blah blah. Right now Graf is not very happy to hear from them.
"Where were you, we needed you like 30 minutes ago", If they were assisting us Roūf would still be alive.
"Apologies, we were defending the south wing and were cut off from the rest of our group. There are four of us here in hangar we are moving on to your position"
"No, stay there, were actually on our way there"
"Right", the transmission ended
Author Notes: Happy SpringBreak
