Plo Koon
The six-foot Dorin paced back and forth in the Council chamber. Only few of the council remained. Standing with him was his colleague Ki-Adi- Mundi. Mere minutes ago, they watched as the Republic became everything it had sworn itself against, as the Chancellor declared himself Emperor, with the Chosen One Anakin Skywalker at his side, the last "pure" Jedi, as he had claimed. He went on to say that the Jedi were treacherous and corrupt and called for their immediate extermination. Plo Koon knew it was only a matter of time before the doors to their sacred monastery would break down, shattering the foundations laid by their ancestors tens of thousands of years ago... because of him.
His old friend was a fool. How he wished to bring Qui-Gon Jinn back to see what his protégé had become. Damned fool. This is all your fault. Plo called upon the Force for strength, but felt as if the all-powerful entity had abandoned him. Why couldn't you see? Plo punched a wall in frustration. Anger ebbed through him. His companion sat in a trance-like state, in perfect calm.
"What do you see?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Plo Koon let out a bitter laugh. ""We should lock down the facility. Protect the children." Even as he said it, he knew it would make no difference.
Ki-Adi-Mundi scratched his bulbous head. He reached for the intercom:
"Fellow Jedi, it is doubtless you have heard of the news of betrayal, and the tragic death of Master Windu. Although we mourn his loss greatly, there is still much to do. Soon Republic forces will break down the doors to the Temple and kill everyone inside. I advise everybody to gather in the Library as we prepare for lockdown..." he paused. "May the Force be with us..."
When the Republic army finally broke through the doors, Plo Koon was the first thing they saw. The last thing they saw was a swirling blue energy blade of death. Plo could have sworn that the accuracy of the troopers was getting worse and worse. Perhaps it was a downside to cloning... he allowed himself a little amusement. Using the Force he formed a mental wall and pushed it into a squad of a dozen clones. They were knocked back, and fell into unconsciousness as they hit their heads against the wall.
Of course, it didn't really matter how good their shot was. If there were a thousand of them, one of their bullets would surely hit him. Plo tried not to think about it as he continued with the battle at hand. Ki-Adi- Mundi and he stood back to back, a duo that could not be flanked. All around them, children, Knights and Masters alike fell to the ground, never to rise again. Some merely vanished into the Force. Magnificent statues of great Knights shattered, and the carpet became stained with the blood of both sides. Perhaps we can actually win this, Plo thought. But, as if on cue, a dark figure strode through the room. His long, untamed hair fell across his scarred face. He wore the robes of a Jedi, but he had become exactly the opposite. A look of pure malice crossed his face. Ki-Adi-Mundi felt a wave of anger wash away the last of his companion's restraint.
"No!"
But Plo Koon's mind was already made. He charged towards Anakin, blade rose high. He saw Anakin sidestep with impossible agility as he parried his attack. Continuing his onslaught in blind rage, Plo swung his saber with all his might. As if toying with him, the boy simply redirected his attacks, no of which ended up coming close to him. Suddenly he felt a torrent of lightning run down his spine, paralyzing him. He knew it was over. Plo's breathing apparatus shortcircuited, causing his Dorin lungs to fill with poisonous oxygen. Seconds later they distributed the oxygen throughout his bloodstream, causing the veins to rupture and the heart to quicken until it exploded. A cry of agony filled the Temple as a great Jedi Master met his end.
The six-foot Dorin paced back and forth in the Council chamber. Only few of the council remained. Standing with him was his colleague Ki-Adi- Mundi. Mere minutes ago, they watched as the Republic became everything it had sworn itself against, as the Chancellor declared himself Emperor, with the Chosen One Anakin Skywalker at his side, the last "pure" Jedi, as he had claimed. He went on to say that the Jedi were treacherous and corrupt and called for their immediate extermination. Plo Koon knew it was only a matter of time before the doors to their sacred monastery would break down, shattering the foundations laid by their ancestors tens of thousands of years ago... because of him.
His old friend was a fool. How he wished to bring Qui-Gon Jinn back to see what his protégé had become. Damned fool. This is all your fault. Plo called upon the Force for strength, but felt as if the all-powerful entity had abandoned him. Why couldn't you see? Plo punched a wall in frustration. Anger ebbed through him. His companion sat in a trance-like state, in perfect calm.
"What do you see?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Plo Koon let out a bitter laugh. ""We should lock down the facility. Protect the children." Even as he said it, he knew it would make no difference.
Ki-Adi-Mundi scratched his bulbous head. He reached for the intercom:
"Fellow Jedi, it is doubtless you have heard of the news of betrayal, and the tragic death of Master Windu. Although we mourn his loss greatly, there is still much to do. Soon Republic forces will break down the doors to the Temple and kill everyone inside. I advise everybody to gather in the Library as we prepare for lockdown..." he paused. "May the Force be with us..."
When the Republic army finally broke through the doors, Plo Koon was the first thing they saw. The last thing they saw was a swirling blue energy blade of death. Plo could have sworn that the accuracy of the troopers was getting worse and worse. Perhaps it was a downside to cloning... he allowed himself a little amusement. Using the Force he formed a mental wall and pushed it into a squad of a dozen clones. They were knocked back, and fell into unconsciousness as they hit their heads against the wall.
Of course, it didn't really matter how good their shot was. If there were a thousand of them, one of their bullets would surely hit him. Plo tried not to think about it as he continued with the battle at hand. Ki-Adi- Mundi and he stood back to back, a duo that could not be flanked. All around them, children, Knights and Masters alike fell to the ground, never to rise again. Some merely vanished into the Force. Magnificent statues of great Knights shattered, and the carpet became stained with the blood of both sides. Perhaps we can actually win this, Plo thought. But, as if on cue, a dark figure strode through the room. His long, untamed hair fell across his scarred face. He wore the robes of a Jedi, but he had become exactly the opposite. A look of pure malice crossed his face. Ki-Adi-Mundi felt a wave of anger wash away the last of his companion's restraint.
"No!"
But Plo Koon's mind was already made. He charged towards Anakin, blade rose high. He saw Anakin sidestep with impossible agility as he parried his attack. Continuing his onslaught in blind rage, Plo swung his saber with all his might. As if toying with him, the boy simply redirected his attacks, no of which ended up coming close to him. Suddenly he felt a torrent of lightning run down his spine, paralyzing him. He knew it was over. Plo's breathing apparatus shortcircuited, causing his Dorin lungs to fill with poisonous oxygen. Seconds later they distributed the oxygen throughout his bloodstream, causing the veins to rupture and the heart to quicken until it exploded. A cry of agony filled the Temple as a great Jedi Master met his end.