Order 66

The clone wars were the perfect Jedi trap.

By fighting at all, the Jedi lost.

With the Jedi order overextended, spread thin across the galaxy, each Jedi is alone, surrounded only by what-ever clone troopers he, she or it commands. War itself pours darkness into the force, deepening the cloud that limits Jedi perception. And the clones have no malice, no hatred, not the slightest ill intent that might give warning. They are only following orders.

In this case, Order Sixty-six.

Hold-out blasters appear in clone hands. ARC-170s drop back onto the tails of Jedi Starfighters, AT-STs swivel their guns. Turrets on hovertanks swung silently. Clones open fire, and Jedi die.

All across the galaxy, all at once.

Jedi die.