LJP, you always seem to give me good reviews! I luv it! Well, Yunda was shocked more then anything so she couldn't react as quick. Klip's case could not be healed since his lungs had been scorched and punctured. He went too long without medical attention. Even for the Jedi, that cannot be healed. Hmmm… I guess that's it.

As for reviews… I feel sad still. What do I have to do to get you people to review? Ah ha! Beat you with Chinese noodles! Beware the noodle! OoOoOooo… noodle!

The sun was setting in the sky letting the mood of lazy take over. Colors of red and orange played together; piercing the windows of the main entrance of the Jedi Temple. Each ray fell upon the hairs of Whie. The blond grew deeper and his face more colorful. Feet and hands worked together in a rhythmic movement to avoid being spared by his padawan friend, Bene.

Bene lunged forward only to have Whie dodge. He rolled to the side. When he looked over his shoulder, the teenage laughed. "What? Can't keep your balance?"

The girl looked up from the floor and smiled. "Whatever…"

Suddenly her face grew solemn. She stood and went to her friend's side, though he was too engrossed in what he saw as well. Whie had had his day full of surprises. Master Klip coming in injured and now Master Skywalker leading a fleet of clone troopers?

He ran up to Anakin, not fully understanding the look in the man's eyes. "Master Anakin?"

Within a few seconds all Whie could feel was a sharp pain in his stomach. The teenager fell to his knees. He didn't understand! What had just happened? Turning his eyes upward, Whie tried to keep his head erect. "Run Bene! Get help!" He managed to holler.

With what strength he had left, Whie took out his lightsaber and discarded the training one. He had had many dreams of how he would die but never did he know how true they would be. Bringing his saber upward, Whie felt his arm go numb. The padawan soon realized that his saber was on the floor with his arm.

He fell backward, gazing helplessly up at the dark Sith, now christened Darth Vader. Another swipe took off Whie's leg. He screamed in pain as he side glanced at Bene. The last thing he beheld was the blade slashing sideways.

"Whie!" She screamed from what she had witnessed. Her heart told her to run to the aid of her friend, yet she obeyed his cries. The mass of troopers was not something she could face. Her heart sunk upon gazing at her fallen friend; his head now severed from his body. "Whie…"

Bene turned and ran as fast as she could, ignoring blaster firing upon her heels.

She suddenly came to a halt when she felt warm stinging in her neck. Every gasp for breath proved in vain for her air ways were blocked. Her eyes fell to the glowing of a lightsaber blade. It was lodged in her throat but soon it was retracted into the hand of Darth Vader.

When she fell to the ground from suffocation, he walked over her body, envisioning what the night would bring.

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The children were gathered together in a circle upon the floor. They were listening to the many tales of Jedi heroes who had come before them. Eyes were wide and interested. Kioca had been sitting with Flay and Azul the whole time but Master Eerin had come and taken them away. He was sort of glad to have the cry baby gone.

Master Llamoik suddenly halted his lesson. His face turned a pale sheet of white which caused the younglings to gaze on curiously. He could feel that something wasn't right in the temple. Cries were sounding out in pain… torment… He sprang to his feet. "Alright younglings, you will be left in the care of…"

Before he could finish, there were three padawan's running through the hall. One stopped, his shoulder mangled from blaster fire. "Master Llamoik, we need you! Clone troopers are attacking the temple!"

Kioca nearly fell over. He had never seen a clone trooper before and at this moment he didn't think he wanted to.

Jocasta Nu came to the Master's side with her lightsaber in hand. Everyone knew that she was once a fierce Jedi Knight, but when Tahl died she had taken over as librarian. "I will take care of the younglings."

The group of younglings stood as they were told. Each one remained in silence. Jocasta began to walk down the hall. "Follow close to me young ones."

Kioca could feel Kala gripping his arm. She was afraid, and if it wasn't for his apparent fear, Kioca was sure that he would shove her away.

Suddenly, there was a deep voice. "Halt!"

Three clone troopers were on their tale. Jocasta came around and stood between the children and the clone troopers. Her lightsaber buzzed and within seconds, they were lying dead upon the ground. She gazed to see more coming but a Jedi Knight had come between them.

The small group of younglings was then huddled to an elevator. Kioca had never been in this part of the temple and from here, you could not hear the screams. He was thankful for that.

Riding in the elevator only caused Kala to cling tighter. Her yellow eyes filled with tears at the sight of smoke billowing into the sky. The view from the council chamber was no different. Fire had now started on the roof tops. Kioca gazed out the window to gaze upon clone troopers slaughtering escaping Jedi. He gulped.

Jocasta gazed at the younglings. "Stay here and hide."

There were murmurs of 'yes Master Jocasta' but most said nothing in unison. They watched her leave the council room, their little minds whirling at the reason why this was happening. Kala followed the others and hide behind one of the ornate chairs. Tears falling down her face. "Kioca, I am afraid…"

Kioca knelt down in front of her. Once upon a time he would tease the living day lights out of her, yet now he couldn't. "Its ok Kala, we should be brave. Master Anakin would be brave right now…"

Her face was now buried in her hands. "I am not brave…"

"Yes, you are… We will be brave together…"

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Jocasta gazed about her. She saw Jedi after Jedi fall around her. Everything in her body told her to help but she needed to warn the Jedi not to come to the Temple. In her heart of hearts, the woman knew that all Jedi in this temple would not live to see the sun rise.

She turned a corner to see an older padawan racing down the hall with a bunch of younglings at his side. As he raced by, Jocasta grasped his arm. "Take them to the council chamber!"

He nodded his head and disappeared from her sight.

Being old had no effect on Jocasta, for she was fit. She couldn't run circles anymore but still was just as good as some of the young ones. If Tahl had not perished, she still would have liked to take on another padawan.

The librarian went to turn another corner but halted. It appeared that there was some sort of wall in front of her. She wasn't stupid. Someone was using the force to halt her from reaching the Temple's Signal Beacon.

"I want access to the Signal Beacon, now."

She turned to lock eyes with a familiar face. Anakin Skywalker was well known and of course she knew every student who had wandered into the library. "I shall not grant it."

"Grant it, old woman." Darth Vader growled.

"There was so much promise in you, yet now all I see is evil. Do what you wish Anakin Skywalker. I will never grant access to you."

"Then you shall die!"

He walked up to her, his face angered. Pulling back his elbow, he jabbed his lightsaber through her chest. There was a small gasp emitted from her lips as blood now trickled out of the corner of her cheek.

"Skywalker!" A'Sharad knitted his brow. He had just come from a long chat with some of his superiors when he heard the screams of his brethren. Serra was at his side, her lightsabers drawn. She was taken back but not as much as A'Sharad. He had hatred and confusion dwelling within him. "What in God's name are you doing?"

Darth Vader closed his eyes, his back still to the pair. He breathed in deep. There was highness about him that soaked through his pours and filled him with undying strength. He turned to face A'Sharad and Serra.

Without thinking A'Sharad dashed forward. He spun around and brought his blade upward. The clashing of their two sabers left sparks about them. The strength that Darth Vader had was incredibly strong and the Jedi Knight didn't think he could over power his new foe.

Seeing A'Sharad reduced to one knee, Serra turned on both her sabers. The green caused her tanned suit to deepen in shade. She didn't bother aiding her friend, since there were troopers closing in around her.

A blast was fired at her face but she brought her left arm up. The round bounced off her blade and hit one of the troopers. She took this chance to jump into the air. A front flip out of the circle gave her the advantage. Dropping to both knees, she quickly crossed her sabers. Cries of three of the troopers echoed off the walls. They fell to the ground, their legs severed at the knee. She jumped to her feet.

Serra twirled the left while slashing at the ground with her right. The clones upon the ground were severed in half. She spun around once and stabbed a clone in the stomach; the last clone to her right had his head severed from his body.

A'Sharad didn't notice the absence of firing from Serra's direction. He grunted in frustration and freed his left hand. His goal was to use the force to knock Vader off balance but his attempt failed. A hand shrouded in black leather grasped his neck. A'Sharad let out one final insult before his neck was broken.

Serra gazed wide eyed as Vader tossed the lifeless body to the side. She never thought she would see the day that A'Sharad fell. Her heart began to weep. "Anakin!" She screamed.

There was no reply from Vader. He simply smiled in the corner of his cheek. "My name is Darth Vader. Remember it well, for it is the last name you will ever hear!"

"We shall see!"

Serra closed her eyes. Her arms were loose at her sides as she paced back and forth. She needed to kill this villain which had brought so much pain. Oh dear Anakin, she thought, some hero you turned out to be!

Reaching out with the force, Serra gave total control to her feelings. She heard him lifting his arm to slash her down. Quickly bringing up her right arm to block, Serra used her left to cut his right.

Anakin sucked in his stomach as his arm flew into the air. Her blade grazed the lining of his cloak. He ducked to one knee. At that moment she used her right to swing at his head only to miss.

A pushing sensation caused Serra to falter in her movement but she soon counter attacked with a hard blow to his head. He felt the hilt of her saber against his forehead. This only enraged Vader.

Doing a back flip, Serra landed among a cluster of pillars; her eyes now open. She took stance once more. Beads of sweat rolled down her face but she was not going to give up just yet. "Had enough, my Lord Vader?"

"Do not mock me!"

The hall began to shake violently. Serra gazed around in shock at the scene around her. The marble finish fell from the ceiling and crashed down upon the crimson carpet. In the corner of her eye, she saw Vader charging in her direction.

Her eyes were wide with dismay but she blocked his downward slash. Vader pushed down upon her. His frame was no match for the woman, though she was not out of tricks yet. Serra lowered her knees and turned off her lightsabers. She rolled between Vader's legs. When she was behind him, she pushed with her hands and flew through the air.

Both lightsabers were both ignited once more. Serra did an intricate dance of color to get her ready for her next move. She jumped up with sabers aimed downward but her plan did not follow through.

A sudden burst of energy sent her flying backward. Her back smashed against one of the pillars. She felt her body rippling with pain but tried to get back up.

Crumbling noises could be heard to the left of her. She gazed toward the wall. The pillar had been dislocated from its spot by the wall and was now flying toward her. Serra tried to get out of the way but she was not quick enough. A scream echoed in Darth Vader's ears.

He gazed down at her crushed body; her hand only visible from under the pillar. "Do not mock me…" He repeated. "For I am power…"