For Seff Hellin, when you knew that you were living in a galaxy full of imposters, you tended to forgo attempts at hiding and subtlety after a while and simply resort to the simplest and most straightforward method, even if it was practically suicidal. And that was this: walking into the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, run by all of these doubles masquerading as the people they replaced, and headed for the Temple's psychiatric ward, even as several of those doubles throughout the corridor recognized him as a wanted fugitive.
Even if he was living in a galaxy full of replacements, he figured that those replacements should be thanking him, not condemning him, for murdering those lowly pieces of thuggish scum on Taris all those weeks ago, back when the doubles of the Solos were attending that pet show. If it weren't for the distorted morality of the Galactic Alliance justice system, he'd virtually have no problem at this point rescuing the only other person in the galaxy he knew wasn't an imposter, aside from himself: Valin Horn.
Yes, it made no sense that he was just waltzing into the Jedi Temple to rescue Valin without a plan of escape. But in a galaxy full of copycats, nothing much made sense to Seff Hellin anymore, other than what was right and what was wrong.
So it was no wonder when Seff, upon being spotted by a female human Jedi Knight he was just passing in one of the Temple's corridors, called him out and called for a few nearby colleagues to accost and capture him. Hence, he had no other choice but to break into a full-on sprint for the turbolift ahead of him. He hurriedly pushed past a few Knights and apprentices in his way who barely had the chance to react to that female Jedi's call for his capture. Once they did start to react, they became more aggressive in their attempts at detaining him, all of them trying to come in his way, tackle him, and even outright attack him with fists and booted feet.
All of which Seff managed to barely avoid by jumping, dodging, swerving, and weaving around his opponents until he finally reached the closed doors of the turbolift. He didn't bother pushing the button that would open the doors, as it would undoubtedly take too long, so he took out and ignited his lightsaber to slash at the doors before using the Force to blow them into the elevator shaft. He then made a brief stop at the ledge of the lift entrance to look up and down to see where the elevator was, and found that it was plummeting down from above.
Without anymore hesitation, and just before any of the Jedi now behind him could tackle him or something like that, Seff jumped in, using his lightsaber to cut at the incoming bottom of the turbolift rocketing down for him now. The sizzling blade slashed clean through, allowing Seff's form to pass harmlessly through the speeding lift, which was empty in the spare nanosecond he had in the interior, before his saber also inadvertently cut through the ceiling so that he was now falling at a slower rate above the turbolift now below him.
But then, as if he were a character in an old-fashioned holotoon, he began using the Force to catch up to the turbolift below him after flipping his body downward. A few seconds later, he was through the hole in the ceiling that his lightsaber created, and he managed to land on the floor of the lift where his lightsaber didn't cut through. He looked up at the levels he had left to go before the turbolift could stop on the floor of the psychiatric ward.
Only five more. Seff silently prayed to the Force that it wouldn't abruptly stop before that when the guards watching the turbolift's vidcams - which he promptly destroyed with a quick burst of the Force - saw who was in the elevator.
Fortunately, the turbolift didn't stop before it opened out to the psychiatric ward. And Seff didn't waste a second before stepping out, seeing Valin sleeping inside one of the ward's glass cages at the far end of the immense room.
Seff smiled. But then his brief feeling of victory was abruptly cut short when he felt the presence of two imposters nearby. He quickly unhooked and activated his lightsaber from his belt and began looking around for the imposters, who he figured would most likely be of Master Cilghal and Jedi Tekli.
"Where are you?" he called out, his voice echoing in the otherwise silent psychiatric ward. His shout didn't even wake up the sole patient, or rather prisoner, as Seff knew, in the room. "I can sense you! Now what have you done to Master Cilghal and Tekli?"
Before Seff knew it, however, the floor at either side of his booted feet opened up into compartments to reveal half a dozen artificially-placed holes on each side. Each of the holes began spraying out a green gas that quickly enveloped Seff before he could do anything about it with his abilities.
By the time that the gas cleared a few seconds later, Seff was laying unconscious on the floor, and from out of nowhere, it seemed, Cilghal and Tekli manifested before the knocked-out Jedi. They regarded his body for a few moments before looking back up at each other and wordlessly nodding in unison. They then bent down to pick him up and promptly carry him over to one of the empty glass cells in the ward, though they picked the farthest one from Valin via the latter's left.
"That was a good idea, Tekli," Cilghal said as she and the Chadra-Fan struggled to carry Seff's unconscious form to that cell. "Installing those gas vents was incredibly simple, but incredibly effective."
"Thank you, Master Cilghal," Tekli replied. "I figured that would be the best course to capture Seff." By now, the two women reached the cell they intended to place their unconscious male counterpart inside, and carried him inside to lay him down on the cot there. "After all, considering they were pretty much going through the same thing, I had a thought that Seff might want to come save the only other person who had the same affliction."
"Only other person so far," Cilghal said gravely as she closed the door behind them, locking Seff inside after they left.