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Galactic City - Coruscant - 19 BBY

Hermione Granger sensed death, many deaths - massacres! And not just that, but treachery - everywhere.

She quickly contacted the first of her allies who came to mind.

"Senator Organa," she said.

"Yes, Diktat," said Organa.

He sounds anxious, Hermione noted.

"What's happening?" she asked.

"I'm not sure, but the Jedi Temple probably holds the answer. Did you see it?"

Hermione had. She saw the great temple that had once been her home covered with intense heat and light.

"By the Force," said Hermione, "what the frip is going on?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," Organa replied. "Antilles said something about a Jedi rebellion."

"What?"

"I know. I had him get the Tantive ready. Why don't you and I go check the issue?"

"All right, Bail," Hermione said.

Hermione jumped in her speeder and flew toward the flaming temple. When she arrived, Organa was speaking with a clone trooper she recognized as General Skywalker's commander, CC-1119.

" . . . some kind of attack on the Temple?" she heard Organa say, as she walked up behind him.

"I'm sorry," 1119 said, "I can't talk about that, sir."

Organa continued to press the cloned soldier. "Listen to me, Commander, I am a Senator of the Galactic Republic and this is Her Honor, Diktat of Corellia. We're late for a meeting with Jedi Council - "

"The Jedi Council is not in session, sir," 1119 said.

Hermione stepped forward, and tried to influence the clone's mind with the Force.

"Why don't you let us pass, Commander 1119," she said.

"Yes, Your Honor." 1119 was about to move aside, but then he must have thrown off her hold on him. He trained a DC-15 blaster on her and Organa.

"I'm sorry," he said, "but it's time for you to leave."

"And so it is," Hermione said, as Organa replied, "When you put it that way . . . Yes, all right, I'm going."

The two politicians headed over to their respective speeders. But as they retreated, Hermione heard the familiar sound of blasterfire behind her. She and Bail turned around. A Jedi Padawan - ten years old - was fighting off the 501st troopers with blue-white lightsaber.

"No!" she yelled, and for the first time in years, she activated her own silver lightsaber. She Force-leaped into the air, and jumped at 1119.

"Run, kid!" she yelled. "I'll handle these ones!"

The boy nodded, and ran for Organa's speeder. The Alderaanian helped the Padawan into his speeder, and then he took off.

Hermione moved her lightsaber across 1119's neck, and decapitated him. Then moved onto the others. This clone was called, she knew, CC-0000/1010.

"Jedi!" he growled, firing at her. She deflected the bolt back into 0000/1010's face. The sergeant fell to the ground, dead.

"Droyk!" Hermione cursed. There was no way out of this.

Luckily, she kept a thermal detonator with her, ever since she left Corellia.

She ran for the speeder, using her lightsaber to deflect blasterfire. Once at the speeder she threw the detonator.

Jumping into the speeder, she deactivated her lightsaber, and watched as the landing pad of the Temple exploded in bursts of heat and light.

Tantive IV - Coruscant - 19 BBY

Bail and the young Jedi kid ran hurriedly toward the Tantive IV, where the Alderaanian saw Raymus Antilles waiting for him.

"Your Highness," said Antilles. "Who's the kid?"

"Not here," Bail hissed. "Let's get aboard before someone sees."

"Too late," Antilles said. "There's a speeder, my lord, coming our way."

Bail looked up, then sighed with relief.

It was Diktat Granger.

"Diktat, over here!" he yelled.

Before the speeder even landed, the Corellian leader jumped - through the Force, Bail now knew - and landed beside the two Alderaanians and one Coruscanti.

"Let's go!" said Bail.

"Uh-huh," Granger nodded.

The Alderaanians, the Corellian, and the Jedi ran on the ship, as Captain Jeremoch Colton lifted off into space.

"Did you get the beacon?" Bail asked Antilles.

"Yes, sir," his brother-in-law nodded. "No one even tried to stop us. The clones at Chance Palp seemed confused - like they're not quite sure who's in charge."

"That'll change soon," Bail said grimly.

"Beacon?" Granger said in that strange accent of hers that was not Corellian. "A Jedi beacon?"

The Jedi kid looked up, in interest.

Bail nodded. "I'm going to try and use it to contact any surviving Jedi. And if there's any Jedi who might be extant, my credits are on Yoda."

"Agreed," said Granger. "Now I think introductions are in order."

The boy nodded. "I'm Zett Jukassa, Diktat, Senator."

"Bail Prestor Organa, Viceroy and First Chairman of Alderaan."

"Hermione Jean Granger, Diktat of Corellia."

"Raymus Antilles, Captain of the Tantive IV."

"Now," said Bail, "let's find some Jedi before they walk into this catastrophe."