T E M P E S T
The Temple Guard threw his head and laughed, the sound eerie coming from within the modulated depths of a Temple Guard's mask.
"You misunderstand Padawan Arani. The lightsabers aren't for Thalia, they are for you. Come with us." The droids did not wait. Two deactivated their lightsabers and moved to lift Thalia up, who in all the commotion had wrapped herself into a ball. It was clear she'd been crying despite her long hair obscuring her face. She hung limp between the two droids as they dragged her away, the tips of her boots scraping the floor. The other two droids moved towards Iris, one hand on their active sabers, the other reaching out to grab her.
"It seems, someone didn't read the visitor rules. Don't worry, we'll be sure to tell Council Member Noble all about it."