@900years :\\ Starter Call!
Chaos burned through the halls, the guard managed to slip through between blue clad troopers and the corpses of those that didn't survive the purge. Two brothers filtered in slower, at different times so not to alert the others that still roamed the halls trying to make sure their job was finished. They wished to make sure... if there were survivors... they made it out of here. There was a small part of the Commander that made him grateful he was warned by another before he was taken down. Now... he hoped that no one would notice three troopers wandering these halls.
The halls seemed to be clear after a while, blaster being mounted on his back as the helm of the Commander shifted to look around. There had to be a survivor somewhere... And the other clones... they didn't seem to be a lively bunch. None of the ones here were still alive. The bodies of jedi and clones alike littered throughout the halls, the trooper shifting every now and then to look around corners in case a survivor was lurking there... maybe he could convince them to let him help. Their safety... that would need to come first in this situation. Someone had to survive... They had already failed the Republic... and their own morals. The jedi may need help. He had means of getting at least one or two out of here.
But footsteps stopped as he listened. There was a noise out of place, which meant maybe there was a survivor... or maybe he was hearing things. He could only hope for the former. A silent signal was given to the other two that were slowly making their way up here, him moving to try to find the source of the noise. "Sir? Hello?" The call was hushed, but loud enough that whoever it was... they could hear it. Jedi were different... maybe they could tell these three weren't doing what the others were... He could only hope that help would be accepted.
