Chapter 6…wow

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Jard charged across the Entrance Hall, cutting down assailants and deflecting laser bolts as he went. He forced himself to remain calm.

"There is no emotion…no emotion." He frantically recited the line of the code to himself. He dodged a fellow Jedi, locked in combat, leapt, and landed in front of Aiden's killer.

"And who might this be?" the stranger hissed, almost mockingly. "A triumphant avenger, perhaps? Or simply a foolhardy boy who fancies himself as a hero?"

"I am Jard Dooku, Jedi apprentice, and I do not avenge, I defend this temple." Jard brandished his lightsaber in the formal salute of the old fencing style. "En garde!"

The Sith, for Jard was sure that was what it was, giggled almost manically.

"How quaint. The old style. So old-fashioned. Try THIS for size!"

He raised a hand, and Jard felt his head burst with pain once more as the assailant sent forth the same lightening that had destroyed Aiden!

In that instant, time seemed to slow. Jard could see the dark energy crackling towards him, charged with the sith's malice and hate. He could feel the blinding pain that gripped his head like a vice, but at the same time, he was watching himself feel it. He felt out of his body, a spirit, watching his death rushing to meet him.

Suddenly, there was a crash that echoed throughout the hall, dispelling spirits and demons. The force lightening wavered, and then vanished as it's generator spun and stared the length of the battlefield. He gave a shriek of terror as he beheld the other end of the room.

The doors to the lifts had been blasted out of their frames, and were lying a few feet away, bent and twisted. Out of the lifts swarmed Jedi knights and masters alike, led by Masters Yoda and Windu. Jard started at the look on Yoda's face, not angry exactly, more cold directness, as if he knew he would triumph.

The Jedi fell upon the sith like water upon sand, Yoda hurled a mercenary aside with the Force, and then engaged in fierce combat with a sith, momentarily parrying and thrusting, then cutting him down and moving on to the next one. Mace Windu spun straight into the heart of the fray, slicing several attackers in half, sith and mercenary. He deflected laser bolts, dodged and weaved, almost as if he was dancing.

Aiden's killer whirled, his lightsaber suddenly on in his hand, but Jard was ready for him. Summoning the Force, he directed it at the sith, causing him to fly backwards, spinning through the air, yelling with fury. Unfortunately for him, Jard had pushed him right into the path of Yoda's lightsaber.

Jard saw Yoda behead Aiden's killer, but felt no satisfaction. This was good, he knew, if he was to be a Jedi. But he hadn't known Aiden all that well, so he wasn't really surprised at being emotionless about him.

He saw Yoda glance towards him, and nod approvingly. But then Yoda shouted, words that were incomprehensible to him, as he was lifted into the air by the Force, and then slammed into the ground. As he raised his head, Yoda came bounding across the hall, deflecting bolts as he came. But suddenly, from somewhere behind him, force lightening sprang across towards the green skinned master, forcing him to halt and deflect it. At the same time, something was injected into his neck, and he knew no more…