BOGANO

In the end, she figured out how to take off the poncho (after being tangled up in the different holes in the piece of clothing). She walked back inside the ship and turned in a circle trying to figure out where to put it. She placed it on the mini round table before going to the bathroom.

Skya was a short girl, Diane figured. When she pulled Cal to fly them earlier, her face had been against his stomach. She also had long brown curly hair and brown skin. Her fingers that once had scars were healed, but Diane knew they had been there. Her grace had healed them.

The long-sleeved shirt she thought to have been black had actually been a tan color. It looked nice on her. The pants were a navy color. It was a nice blue, unlike the dashes of blue-grey Principalities wore. The boots looked brand new and Diane was pleased with how her vessel now looked.

Diane was curious about the mortal girl, but in her current situation that was a thought that she didn't have time to ponder on.

She used her grace once more to cut her hair short until it bounced on each side of her chin before walking out toward the front of the ship. Before she could make it, Cal and Cere stepped through the opening along with what Diane thought to be a pet. Though she was sure pets didn't have antennas.

"Hey, BD-1. This is Diane and Greez."

The little droid walked on the weird L-shaped furniture causing Greez to make a fuss.

"Get off! Off! Off my sofa!" he yelled.

The droid jumped off and scrambled back to Cal.

"He's with us," Cal told him.

"I don't care who he's with. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get oil stains out of potolli-weave fabric?"

"Not really," Cal muttered.

With a wave of her hand, Diane cleared the sofa of the stains. Greez looked between his sofa and the angel.

"I like her."

"What did you find Cal?" Cere asked.

"The Vault," Cal said (which Diane assumed was the building she saw earlier), "was built by an ancient civilization called the Zeffo. A Jedi named Eno Cordova hid something inside of it."

"What did he hide inside?" Cere asked.

"A Holocron from the Archives. It contains a list of Force-sensitive children."

"The next generation of Jedi, I knew it!" Cere yelled. "Oh, Cordova. You old fool."

"You knew him?" Cal asked.

"Yes. A long time ago I was his apprentice. Cordova was a loner. That little droid and I are probably the only ones that know about Bogano."

"Hold on," Greez interrupted. "What's a holo- a holo—?"

"Holocron?" Diane finished.

"Yeah!"

"It stores information but it's only accessible to Jedi. Hang on, I think I have one around here."

Diane moved her head as she followed the woman toward the long table in front of them. Cere held a glowing blue and golden cube out to Cal.

"Use the Force."

Cal closed his eyes and Diane watched as each piece of the cube turned outward until a small holographic figure appeared in the middle.

"This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. I regret to report that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen—"

Suddenly the cube pieces reversed back into place before landing on Cal's palm.

"With that list of Force-sensitives, we could rebuild the Jedi Order and defeat the Empire," Cere said.

"Okay! Let's go get it then!" Greez said.

"Except," Cal started, "the Holocron is hidden deep inside the Vault and to get it we have to follow Cordova's path. He mentioned something about the planet Dathomir and a Zeffo homeworld."

"Well, where are we going? I'm just asking 'cause I was thinking of maybe making some food. Kid, do angels eat?"

"Not really, but I would be susceptible to tasting your food."

"Before we do anything, I need to know something," Cal said. He placed the cube on the table and looked at Cere. "How come you're no longer a Jedi?"

Cere paused before replying. "I had an experience that... Changed my perspective. So I cut myself off from the Force."

"But you still want to rebuild the Order?"

"I believe that rebuilding the Order is the best chance we have against the Empire. What do you believe?"

"...I believe I can't keep hiding from the Empire, so I don't really have a choice."

"Cal, as long as you're alive you will always have a choice. Are you with us?"

He glanced at BD-1 and nodded his head.

"We're in."

"What about you kid?"

Diane realized they were looking at her now. The angel took into consideration the wisdom that Cere had said earlier. She wasn't alive the same way they were, but the angel was risking a lot. So what was one more risk?

"I'm in."

"Great! Dathomir or Zeffo? It's your choice kid."

⤠⤟

ZEFFO

"Heck of a storm brewing down there. This might not be the best time to land," Greez announced.

"Something strange," Cere muttered. "Those winds are interfering with our comms.

"Hey, Cordova mentioned something about peace in the eye of the storm? Well, I can just make out a settlement in the middle of it."

"Then we have to get there," Cere said.

"Copy that!"

Cal braced himself as the ship rumbled underneath him. He figured it must've been the storm. It wasn't until Greez yelled that he prepared for the worst.

"Hold on!"

The Mantis swayed before landing roughly on the landing pad.

"Perfect landing." Greez chuckled. "Greezy money, baby."

"But I'm still getting a lot of interference on the comms," Cere said. "It's gonna take me a minute to get them back up."

Cal cracked his neck as he moved it side to side before standing up.

"I'll search for signs of Cordova in the meantime."

"I'll be in touch once I've cracked this."

Just before he entered the main area, he looked over at the girl sitting quietly.

"Diane?"

She looked up.

"Wanna come?"

Diane nodded her head and stood up to follow him.

"Good luck you two," Greez called out.

Cal paused and looked over at the so-called proclaimed angel. If she was telling the truth, then Cal Kestis believed he didn't need luck.

He already has it. And it's walking beside him.