Destruction... death...
The terrible nightmares had tormented Anakin Skywalker for days now. When had they begun?
Probably on the day the unrest on Coruscant began.
Was it because Sith Lord Darth Sidious had already seized control of the highest echelon of Galactic Republic power? If so, should he, like the radicals within the Jedi Order, prepare to resist to the end?
Anakin Skywalker sat by his bed, calming his chaotic thoughts before straightening his clothes and walking out.
The Jedi Knights he encountered along the way gave him strange looks—some hostile, some doubtful. But Anakin Skywalker did not care. He was already used to such stares.
In fact, even before these recent events, as the subject of the Chosen One prophecy and the person Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn had insisted on admitting into the Jedi Order as an exception, Anakin Skywalker had grown up beneath such gazes.
The Jedi Order was still confronting the Galactic Republic's Clone Army. Led by Shaak Ti, the Jedi Knights had rejected Chancellor Sheev Palpatine's earlier motion and refused to open their library. The Galactic Republic had therefore refused to let the Jedi Order leave.
Both sides were now engaged in tense negotiations, but nothing had come of them.
Faced with one hundred thousand Clone Troopers surrounding the Jedi Temple, the Jedi Order had not chosen to resort to violence directly. Nor would the Galactic Republic take the initiative to use force against the Jedi Order. They had merely encircled the Temple completely and cut off its communications.
Yet as a show of "respect," food, supplies, medicine, and other necessities for the Jedi Temple continued to be delivered as usual.
Anakin Skywalker headed toward the top of the Jedi Temple. He wanted to speak with Shaak Ti, the current leader of the Jedi Order, about