A/N: This is my first Star Wars Fic, so if I encroach on Canon, I apologize ahead of time. I wrote this after I watched Star Wars III, I couldn't believe that the Jedis would all be killed, and I didn't want to believe that all the little kids would die, or that the other older Jedis wouldn't even try to save them. So, to satisfy my sense of injustice, I wrote this. Okay! Enough from me, let us begin. Please review! and flame if you must.

Screams filled the once siren air of the Jedi temple, the Clone troopers who had once been the Jedis' allies, now invaded, led by one whom was supposed to be a savior. Anakin Skywalker had come, to obliterate the noble order. All of the Jedi knights drew their lightsabers, running to meet their attackers, but many were struck down by the clones' fire, and those who made it through that, were killed by their former friend. Anyone could see that the Jedi were fighting a losing battle, but they kept running, none willing to run. Save one.

Kinsa Jinn, had seen the troops coming, and had sensed their purpose, the first Jedi killed had been a close friend of hers, he had run to meet his idol, Anakin Skywalker, before she could warn him. As she fought the clones, she also fought her grief, her guilt, and her anger, and knew not which were the greatest enemy, the ones which surrounded her, or the ones inside her own head. She banished all thoughts and desires but her instinct to survive. She drew the force around her, let it flow through her, telling her where the next bullet was going to come, and where the next clone would appear. To unknowing eyes, the young girl was merely a blur of speed, she blocked bullet after bullet effortlessly, either ricocheting them back to the clones or simply blocking them. She seemed to be dancing across the floor. None got near her, and none could interrupt her pattern; until the first youngling fell.

All time seemed to stop for her, and all the Jedi knights, masters, and padawans surrounding her. A youngling of maybe 6 years had come sprinting across the battleground, trying to get to safety, even the clones had hesitated, but not Anakin Skywalker, he had cut the child in two. "Kill ALL of them, no matter how young." Were his dispassionate words. The battle continued, but now some Jedi were desperately trying to escape, to get to the younglings, before these monsters did. Kinsa was among them, along with her master, Jare Odin.

Jare Odin caught sight of his padawan in the fray, staring in horror at the decapitated child, until a grazing hit caused her to return to her senses. He met her eyes for an instant, telling her to leave, to run, before she shared the youngling's fate. However, her attention was elsewhere. Her brown eyes widened as she looked past him, while detaching a trooper's arm from his socket. He followed her gaze. Anakin Skywalker was going into the council room. What would he want in there? Any of the council members would certainly be out here, fighting. Wait. What was that? A tiny foot? Fear coursed through his veins. Younglings! They must have run to the council room! Skywalker would slaughter them. Odin grimaced, a shot had grazed him. He turned and flipped over the heads of the Clones in front of him, he had to save them!

"Raul! Get to a ship!" Kinsa yelled to a nearby friend, one of the best pilots the Jedi had. He turned questioning eyes to her. "Just do it! We have to get the younglings out of here!" He looked at her, hesitated, then nodded once, turning, he ran towards a hangar, followed by other pilots who had heard her. The clones tried to pursue them, but were, temporarily at least, blocked by the remaining Jedi Knights. Kinsa fought desperately, tiring more and more with each second. "SFFFFFFFF" Was the sharp intake of her breath, as the force hit her like a blast of air. Her master needed her. She took off in the direction of the council room, where she sensed her master was, the Jedi around her kept the clones from following her, though more and more were falling to the ground, never to rise again. She used the force to mask her approach from Anakin's senses. She peered into the council room.

About 10 younglings were clustered in the farthest end of the room, keeping away from the middle, where her master and Anakin were engaged in battle. Anakin Obviously couldn't sense her, or if her could, did not consider her a threat. Her master, however, knew better. He sent a message to her, through the force.

"Save the younglings!" he said. "I will distract him."

"Master!" She cried out, silently. "You'll die." His reply was heartbreaking.

"Go, they are our only hope. Goodbye, Padawan, I am so proud of you." With that, he turned his full attention to Anakin, giving his life to distract the new Sith Lord.

Kinsa blinked back her tears, no time for that now! She sent a force message to the children, not of which were older than 7.

"Come with me." They all turned to look at her. Jedi children are braver than normal children, and trained to trust elder Jedi implicitly. "One at a time," She added. And so they did, one by one they ran across to her, she was now joined by 5 other Jedi, 2 masters, and 3 padawans. All 6 of them surrounded the younglings, blocking bullets and killing any troopers who came to close. Odin was tiring, but he kept going. He got the feeling that young Skywalker was playing with him. "Well," He thought, "Play all you want. I won't give in to you!"

"Take them to the hangar, there should be a ship waiting." Kinsa shouted to the others. There were now 10 Jedi forming a perimeter around the younglings, and as they moved through the temple, the number of younglings grew, while the older Jedi diminished, struck down by clones. Eventually, the number defending the now 30 something younglings had diminished to a mere 4, 1 knight, 1 master and 2 padawans (including Kinsa). The Clones closed in, ready to kill, each remaining jedi prepared to die, placed themselves between the clones, and the children. The master amoung them, Aldor Gha commanded the younglings. "Run to the hangar, do not stop. Look for Raul, do what he says." The Children snuffled, and obeyed. Kinsa stood with the 3 other Jedi, ready to die.

But, it was not her time. From behind the 4 Jedi came a battle cry. Kinsa risked a look back, and saw 20 knights, at least, rushing towards them. They must have been in their rooms, or training, or the library. They had not met the full on slaughter, and were now here to make their final stand. Aldor Gha cried at the top of his lungs.

"Get the younglings in the ships! Get in them yourselves! GO!" That's exactly what they did. The pilots were all ready to go. Kinsa, somehow, got pushed into Raul's ship. There were 4 more ships, and all were boarded. They kept their doors down until the last live Jedi was aboard. As the 5 ships attempted lift-off, the clones shot at them, frantically, then brought out their laser cannons. Anakin, having killed Jare Odin, also joined in, by the end of the battle, only 2 ships had survived. Why? Because the pilots had hidden them among the debris of the 3 other ships.

Kinsa stared out at space in shock, she had been one of the lucky ones, but all she could think of were the ones that hadn't been so lucky, her master, her friends, the people on the other ships. Tears filled her eyes, and she joined the younglings in their weeping.

"There's still hope." Aldor Gha, who was on the other ship, told everyone aboard both ships. "There are still Jedi, they didn't get all of us. One day, the dark side of the force will be defeated."

And all that was left of the once noble order of the Jedi, were 3 masters, 6 knights, 4 padawans, and 6 younglings.

"But, that's enough for a new beginning." Kinsa thought as a medical droid attended to her numerous wounds. "That's enough for hope."

Okay! Watcha think? Maybe I'll post another chapter, if ya want me to, Review! Constructive criticism also welcome.