Yes. This is the second time I’ve done this, but one of my friends is co-writing with me now. (FYI it takes place in first person now)

“We can’t do this Cy. You’re a Jedi. I’M a Jedi. You know the rules on attachment.”

“What if I don’t care?”

“You don't mean that. You've worked too hard to mean that, and you KNOW where that thinking leads.”

“Where’s the evidence it’s so dark?”

“Don’t do this, please. This is hard enough for me as it is.”

“Do what, Tria? Come on, we won’t be Jedi for years. We’re still Padawan’s, and for whatever reason, the Jedi Counsel has been keeping Padawn’s with their Master’s during the war. I don’t even know what I’m doing here.”

The door beeps, Saytriona looks confused, “Nobody’s supposed to be here.”

She cautiously opens the door.

Two clones are standing there, blasters out. 

Cyron stands up, feeling something. . . off. My hand drops to my lightsaber, but I don’t pull it out yet.

"I feel it too." I whisper

Tria turns her eyes to me, then back at the clones.

“Commander, what’s the matter?” says Tria

Without responding, the clone pulls the trigger, catching her off-guard. 

“NO!” I yell

She drops to the floor, the shot placed right into her chest. 

I ignite my lightsaber, cutting one of the clones down.

I deflect shots from the other one, and reach out my hand. 

The clone drops his blaster, and grabs at his throat. 

Though I could not see it, I could feel my eyes turn yellow as I threw the clone against a wall. 

I then rushes to Saytriona, who lies still on the floor. I lifted her and prop her up on my knee. 

"Tria." I whispers

No response.

I close my eyes tight and clench my fists. I had lost her. For good, this time. Slowly my sadness turns to anger and anger to rage.

More clones rush in. I throw my lightsaber, taking them all down. 

I pick up my Tria’s lightsaber, and leave the room. 

As I walk through the Jedi Temple, I am horrified by the sight of hundreds of dead Jedi.

I watch as clones walk through the bodies, finishing off any survivors. 

I become more and more angry, fully giving in to it. 

The lightsabers become hot, but I pay no attention to it.

A noise comes from a room off to the side. I take both lightsaber hilts off my belt and cautiously walk in. 

When I enter, I am thrown off my feet, into a Holocron shelf. 

I stand up, and see a wide-eyed Jedi, “Padawan?”

“Master.”

The Jedi has his green lightsaber ignited, “How did you survive?”

“I’ve been hiding.” 

Before we can speak more, a dozen clones walk into the archive room.

I ignite both lightsaber’s. The other Jedi is surprised to see my red blades. But I didn't care what he thought of me. Not anymore.

I cut down all the clones, while the other Jedi watched in horror. 

“Padawan, what happened to you?”

“THEY KILLED TRIA. THEY SHOT HER, LIKE SHE WAS WORTHLESS! . . Now, I will kill them all.” I shouted, my eyes turning yellow

The Jedi gets into a fighting stance, “I’m sorry, but I cannot allow that.”

“Then I will kill you too.”

I rush at the Jedi, yelling at the top of my lungs.