Oh yet we trust that somehow good will be the final goal of ill

[intothecold]

Losing herself in the Force to fight her way through waves of battle droids had proven a useful way not to think about what she's doing, but Emma's drawing near the point past which she'll have fully committed herself. The thought of treason doesn't bother her—a Jedi owes no loyalty to any particular government, regardless of what the Republic might claim—but turning from the Order in the middle of a war? No matter how foolishly said Order is behaving, that hurts, but she can no longer sit and watch the Council pilot the Jedi straight into a black hole. A quick end to this is the best she can hope for.

As she shoves her lightsaber into the blast doors and starts cutting her way through, Emma wonders just how much the Separatists spend on repairing all that plasma sword damage they suffer. Granted, there are a lot more clones than Jedi, but nothing wreaks quite the same flavor of havoc as a lightsaber.