Having had volunteered for guard duty that was perhaps extraneous the day before, Xon Juvenal was currently on a rest period. He was always signing up to do extra duties that were above and beyond his usual call, which might have helped to explain why there were some people in the Jedi corps who didn't always get along with him.<br/><br/>Regardless, it was hardly the time for recollection or reflection on the Twi'lek's lot in life.<br/><br/>Rather, apparently he had heard the alarm and was instantly awoken by it as he had always trained to be.<br/><br/>Something like this was surely not just a drill, as much as he had drilled. No, it couldn't be...it felt different than that for sure.<br/><br/>Soon enough plenty of Knights and Apprentices were just rushing about along just as Xon had, and the entire Jedi Temple was looking like a big source of bedlam.<br/><br/>Eventually he had caught word from his superiors that Anakin had been ordered to return Imperators to the air, and Xon had once more volunteered himself for service despite his better judgment.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, he had been a trustworthy pilot, and his Z-95 Headhunter was currently positioned at the temple hangars as well. At least he figured that it was. Indeed, he prayed to the Force that the bombing had not yet destroyed the stunt atmospheric and space fighter that was precious to him. Worse, he prayed, that the bombing had not yet come anywhere near to the Temple complex at all.<br/><br/>He then tacked onto his prayer, in a charitable manner, that should his vessel have already been destroyed that no one had to suffer with it being destroyed.<br/><br/>Fortunately, though, he had soon gotten there and learned that Anakin had taken off with a gunship, which meant that the place had to be in good working order. While he had rushed to get into his flight suit, Xon had at least gotten into everything for the time being. He even made sure that the underlayment underneath his helmet was positioned correctly.<br/><br/>It had two sheaths for his lekku head tails, and he always wanted those to be put up right.<br/><br/>Soon with his helmet on and the canopy of his vehicle shutting down around him, he forced it to taxi straight out the front of the hangar.<br/><br/>Though he felt absolutely at peace behind the controls as though his spacecraft was soon becoming another extension of himself, all was not well. It hadn't taken him long to monitor communications between the clone troopers, naturally.<br/><br/>As he felt himself pressed back into the seat as his repulsorlifts grew hotter still, he notified of the fact that enemy anti-air defense systems our live. They would have been able to shred up gunships or skiffs easily, so he could only have imagined what they might have done to his Z-95.<br/><br/>His vessel was, of course, a good bit more fragile.<br/><br/>As a result, he gently pressed the controls and maneuvered instead toward the Drop ship location that had broken through for the time being.