This is a rather short chapter since I haven't al lot of time with midterms coming up. I do hope you guys like it even though this whole journey through the Jedi temple is not a bright and bubbling time.
Bant raced down the corridor of the temple. Beads of sweat were rolling down her face in buckets. She had managed to wipe out a number of clones that had discovered the basement exit. Her new job was to find the younglings and whisk them away. Seeing her fallen brethren told her that she could not win this fight. They needed to leave.
She came to a halt at the corner of the medical ward. There was screaming echoing from the grand hall and then a round of blaster fire. Her joints her flaming and her arms weak but she needed to help.
When she had turned the corner, she took in a deep breath. A padawan, no older then sixteen, was fighting back a group of clone troopers. There were younglings behind him with faces of fear. One had her face covered.
She didn't think in this instant and maybe she should have. As she raced over the padawan's side, several shots were fired at her. There was not even a moment for the Jedi Master to scream in pain, for before her body hit the floor, her life force was gone.
Darth Vader walked up to the clones and pushed past them. With one swift blow, he had stabbed the padawan. He didn't acknowledge the children that were huddled by the pillar, but the clones did. They fired there blasters upon the little frames. Some screamed from having their friend fall to the floor, though the majority was speechless.
The clones stepped over the tiny bodies mangled from blaster fire and followed close behind Vader. Force energy was urging the Dark Lord on. He could sense a new kind of fear for this was pure. There had to be others in hiding for now, most of the Jedi lay dead.
He gazed from door to door. Every second that went by drove him mad with frustration. Where they would hide them, he thought.
Stopping in front of an elevator, he rolled his tongue. "Surely no one would be stupid enough to hide someone up there…" He paused. "Hmmm… Stay here and guard this elevator. I shall return in a few moments."
Darth Vader entered the elevator which he had taken many times before. There was no excitement for him now. One thing was for sure, he was riding alone. This was one more step to becoming more then what Obi-Wan could ever dream of… this was one more step to saving her…
When the door had opened, he stepped through. His eyes gazed over the lobby with anticipation for he could feel fear. It led him to the council doors and for a second he halted. For a split second he could feel a very familiar force which caused him to smooth out his wrinkled brow. Then, flashes of Padme whirled in his mind. He knew what had to be done.
He closed his eyes only to open them when the council doors opened. There was nothing to see at first… then a child stepped forward. With him, many others came closer but didn't leave the shelter of the chairs.
Kioca was calm as could be until he locked eyes with his friend. He hadn't cried nor had he declared how scared he was. The boy wanted to be like Anakin Skywalker, strong and a born leader; too bad his role model was dead. "Master Skywalker, there are too many of them! What are we going do?"
No sooner had Kioca finished talking, a saber flashed in Vader's hand. Kioca was frozen as were the other younglings. A gasp escaped him as the blade came slashing downward.