A/N: Thank you for the wonderful review! (Let's try to add an 's' this time). Ok, heres a short falshback chapter about how the Jedi escaped.
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The screams of the wounded and the dying filled the air, joining the smoke and the sounds of blaster fire. None of the Jedi even paused to wonder why their own army was attacking them. There would be time to wonder about that later. They threw themselves into the battle with gusto, trading the lives of at least a dozen clones before finally being taken down. But there were thousands of clones, and only a few hundred Jedi, whose most gifted fighters were away on other worlds.
And besides, the clones had another advantage-surprise. And with surprise came the ability to dictate the terms of the battle.
Most of the Jedi, meditating in their private quarters, had suddenly felt a strange buzzing instead of the Force. It was an effect they were all familiar with-they felt it all the time in the presence of the clone troopers. Opening the doors to see what was going on, they were cut down by blaster fire, having been stripped of any warning the Force would have given them.
Those Jedi who were lucky enough to have been wandering the temple had ample time to draw their lightsabers and fight. But they were too spread out to mount an effective resistance, and one by one they died at the hands of soldiers who even 6 hours ago would have snapped to attention and requested orders.
A Jedi's life begins at a young age, so young that they do not even remember their parents. They are taken, if the parents so consent, from their homes to the temple and are taught how to use the force. When they turn ten, they become eligible to become the padawan of one of the masters. However, not all are picked immediately-some never are, and are sent to far-off 3rd-galaxy planets to try and improve the quality of life of the people-as was the case of the 5 adventurous 12-year olds who had snuck out of the temple to explore the lower levels of Coruscant.
Laughing and joking, they were blissfully unaware of the deaths of their instructors, until they returned just before dawn the next day to find the temple smoking. Unsure as to what to do, or even as to what had happened, they held a hurried conference came to the conclusion that the safest place to be was any planet but this one. So they had snuck into the nearest spaceport, and hijacked an old AR-72 transport that had probably been worth less than nothing. As it turned out, the "owner" of the transport had acquired it in much the same way, and so never reported the theft. The small transport had left Coruscant unmolested by the planet's security forces, and made the jump into hyperspace, never to return.