Burn

He punched the passcode and pushed open the door, greeted by the sight of countless small bodies, younglings, all hidden in the back of the room where smoke was heavy in the air. On the floor, cradling one of the younglings were Obi-Wan, unconscious with tears down his cheeks.Qui-Gon quickly checked their vital signs, every one of them, growing increasingly more disturbed for every pulse he didn’t find. He wailed at the loss of these children, throwing Obi-Wan over his shoulder at last, not caring to check for a pulse. He would get him out of here dead or alive.