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ceejdoesroleplay) wrote2025-11-03 10:30 pm
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More lasers fired and deflected away, Glitch began to lead the way forward. He held his saber up to deflect any fire that may come from the front while Qui Gon guarded the rear. He remembered the room and where it was, but getting to it would prove a challenge.
There could be a hundred troopers between them and the younglings. The only thing to do was to try and reach out with the force and safely guide the two of them. He only takes a moment, shut his eyes, shut his senses off and reach out with his mind. A brief glimpse and he knows the way ahead is not clear, but going to the right had minimal enemies. Bringing himself back into the present, he grabs a hold of Qui-Gon's sleeve and tugs.]
This way! It won't be clear for long!
[ And Glitch begins to sprint, hoping beyond hope that the children were safe and the Master would still be there to help. Too many had already died. Let them have something. ]
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[As Qui-Gon continues running after Glitch, he finds himself repeating that saying over and over in his mind. Whether it's a meditation to bolster his resolve or a desperate bid to convince himself of its truth, he can't be sure. All he is sure of is that they had a mission. An important one, at that.]
[If they could save at least the Younglings, that would be a victory to Qui-Gon.]
[He continues to deflect blaster fire as they climb the Temple stairs, weaving through nooks and crannies only the Jedi would know about. He's mostly silent as they hurry onward, not wanting to alert any of the troopers to their location. They can't fight them all, but they can sneak past them when necessary. Not everything had to be a conflict.]
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It was the final stretch when he turned the corner. He saw the door to the room, the hallway cleared of troopers for now. This was good, the kids were still all right. Glitch sprinted to the door, grabbing hold of the handles and throwing it open. Maybe he had ignored that cold pit growing in his chest, or silenced the voice in mind that told him the truth.
The scene inside was horrendous, the bodies of children lying about, dead and cold on the floor. Glitch stood there wide eyed, stepping inside slowly and looking about, mouth a gape. He could feel the fear and the sadness soaked into the room from all the little lives that went out in but a second. He bends down towards one of the bodies, his hands shakes as he tries to reach out, but they fall. ]
They're dead...they're all fucking dead.
[ What was the point now? Maybe he should just let these troopers kill him. ]
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[His gut fills with ice and his heart nearly collapses in on itself with hurt. The invasion of the Jedi Temple is its own tragedy, but to see children murdered in cold blood... it's too much.]
[He gently places a hand on Glitch's shoulder.]
There is nothing we can do for them now. Let's go.
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Hadn't he seen this girl before? She was the one always sneaking cookies from the kitchen, heck he remembers sneaking a few for her. He has to bite at his lip from crying, from the sadness and anger that was threatening to take over. His hands shaking as he sets the girl down, now going to his lap, head still hung.]
How could the troopers do this? I thought were damn allies? Friends.
[ Though now with the girl's front turned to them, Glitch hadn't noticed that the fatal wound wasn't done by a blaster; but a lightsaber. ]
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[Qui-Gon isn't going to hide the truth from Glitch. Not when it's laid there, literally, in front of him. It would only hurt in the longrun, and they'd both need as much time as possible to heal. They can't start until as many details as possible are presented to them.]
[That doesn't make it any easier.]
These Younglings were struck down by a lightsaber--and not one yielded by a trooper.
[Because even the smallest Padawan wouldn't fall to an elegant weapon wielded by someone with no training.]
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[ He can only look up in bewilderment when those words are said. A light saber did this. Glitch turns back to look and then see's it for himself. Lightsaber burns across their torsos.
What's more is that Qui-Gon confirms quickly that a trooper didn't grab a hold of a saber and do this. His eyes widen in horror. Did one of their own turn on them?
But, he doesn't have time to even think of that when the distant sounds of blasters ring from down the hallway.
They were close. Looking back to the children, Glitch clenches his teeth, his body shaking. Anger, sadness, fear. All of it bubbling in his chest. So much so it was cracking the ground around him.
But, he rose to his feet quickly. ]
We've got to get out of here.
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[Qui-Gon moves for the exit, his sharp eyes scanning the hallways as he considers their options.]
If we can make it to the Room of A Thousand Fountains, we can escape through the water system. They won't look for us there.
[He turns back to glance at Glitch.]
I won't let them hurt you. Let's go.
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We'll protect each other. [ Because, seeing Jedi he knew die before him, he wanted to at least not being alone. Who knows how many would survive and he took no comfort in the idea of being a sole survivor. ]
[ With the hall clear for this moment, Glitch pointed towards the one to their right. ]
That'll be the fastest route. I don't think I hear any blaster fire.
[ With that he cautiously moved out into the hall and began running as quietly as he could, hoping Qui-Gon would still be there if they made their escape. ]
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[Qui-Gon trusts Glitch to lead, knowing fully that just as any other Jedi, he would have extensive knowledge of the Temple's many nooks and crannies. As a Padawan, he may know of some that Qui-Gon doesn't—and vice versa, since they would have found secret hiding spots popular between different generations.]
[He keeps his lightsaber secure in his palm and focuses on keeping his breathing as silent as his footfalls. Occasionally, he places a hand on Glitch's shoulder, a show of solidarity as much as a sign that he's still there with him.]
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As Glitch leads, they start going down the more interesting of short cuts. Especially when they seem to go over or through sections of the temple a padawan probably shouldn't have gone through. As Glitch leads them through a bend in the corridor towards what appears to be a very old and clearly unused in a very long time. ]
No one's been through this area for a long time, but it leads just above the room of a thousand fountains. [ There's a pause as he looks back at Qui-Gon. ]
I snuck out a lot. [ Might as well be honest if they're going to die. Waving his hand over the door he uses the force to open it. ]
It's narrow so you'll need to duck. [ And in he goes. ]
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[Qui-Gon's response is dry, but he is grateful for Glitch's knowledge. He follows along with ease, ducking and weaving when necessary. He's large and broad-shouldered, but he moves with the grace of a dancer, thanks to decades of training and practice.]
And where do we go from here?