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The trio made their way back toward the Mantis. Cal and Diane hadn't really spoken to each other since they hitched a ride back on the massive bird. Clover was his name. Diane had asked as she healed his wounds. Clover had taken a liking to Cal and her. He offered to give them a ride to any place they needed to go to.

"You can speak bird?" Cal had said.

"You 'took down' an Inquisitor?" Diane said.

Diane didn't know what it was, but something was weighing on her. She felt her eyes grow heavy and barely made it to walk inside the Mantis.

"Bo-bo-boo!" BD-1 exclaimed as he jumped on top of the table.

"Cordova believed the key to the Vault is on Dathomir," Cal said.

"You find your Wookie?" Greez asked as he set their plates down.

"Yes," Diane replied.

"Things are bad down there. The Empire's everywhere."

"Inquisitors?" Cere asked.

"Well Trilla," he paused, "...The Second Sister. Is gone for now, but she's still chasing after us."

Diane looked at her plate with uncertainty.

"I defeated the Ninth Sister."

Cere and Greez looked up at him.

Silence loomed over them. Diane and Greez could tell that the information about Trilla had dented Cal and Cere's relationship.

"Cal, when I was captured by the Empire," Cere started, "I resisted. I swore to myself that I would die before I would talk."

Cal tossed his utensil aside. Suddenly his appetite had gone.

"But then...this dark shadow came. And he was worse than any nightmare I could have imagined. And I still fought... But in the end, I came apart."

By this point, Cal pretended that the holotable in the middle was more interesting than what she had to say.

"I gave them Trilla. And I know there's nothing I can do to make that right. But Cal, there's a chance we can save the others on that holocron."

"Okay look," Cal interrupted, "The Ninth Sister said something about becoming an Inquisitor. Like...it's inevitable. But you went through the same thing she did. And you didn't join them."

"Cal—"

"It's okay Cere," he stood up. "We'll find Cordova's Holocron."

BD glanced at the food on the table and scanned Greez's plate.

"Hey! Get your lasers off my lunch!" he yelled, waving his hand.

"Trill!"

Diane stood up and followed Cal to his 'room'. She could hear the faint sounds of Cere and Greez's utensils scrapping on their plates.

"Cal. Can we talk?"

He slouched against the wall and looked at her in anticipation.

"Do you remember two days ago, when I said I had something to say? Before you found out about Trilla?"

Cal scrunched his face up before a wave of realization washed over him.

"Y-Yeah. What were you gonna say?"

She took a deep breath and sat next to him on his cot.

"Heaven."

"...What about Heaven?"

"Cal. They're after me."

"What?"

"Ever since you asked me what I was collecting data for, I've been having these...dreams. Only, I don't think they're dreams. I think they're memories."

"Memories?"

Diane turned to fully face him.

"Something happened in Heaven. I don't know what, but I know that when I think of my first memory, it begins in the elevator. And from there, it's just collecting data."

"Diane, you're not suggesting that..."

"No," she said. "But, there's a lot of evidence."

"Like what?!"

"Michael and Gabriel."

The redhead blinked.

"Who?"

"The Archangels. Michael and Gabriel."

"Are they like...your bosses?"

"S-Sort of. But they do have power over me. They're powerful, but not as powerful as the angels next door."

"So there's like...ranks? A system to being an angel?"

"Um..."

He lightly shook his head.

"So the Archangels. They're after you. Why? Because of memories?"

For the first time in their life, the angel Diane spoke words that knew would get her deeper in trouble.

"I think Heaven is hiding something. The man in the armor. That was Michael. Gabriel came with him a second time. It was later though. They told me that I was making trouble for Heaven. I think that there's something in my memories that they've erased because they didn't want to risk me saying anything."

"W-When was this?"

"Earlier," Diane said, vaguely. "Look that doesn't necessarily matter. What matters is that I bought myself some time, but that doesn't mean I'm safe. And I don't know how hostile Heaven will get. So you, BD, Cere, and Greez could be in more danger."

He stared at her for a while, a lingering question floating around him.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

She sighed. "I thought that I could handle it by myself. I didn't want you involved. Besides, it's a heaven matter, not mortal matter."

"I don't think that matters anymore," Cal told her. "The Empire is a mortal matter. But you're helping us."

Diane copied his stance and looked upward.

"That's true."

"Let me help you. It'll be a C&D problem."

"C and D?"

"Cal and Dee problem."

She laughed.

"A C&D problem."

"But one problem at a time," he told her. "First the Holocron."

"Then Heaven."

DATHOMIR

The Mantis crew arrived on the red planet a few minutes later. It'd been said that it used to be home to a powerful group of Force wielders known as The Nightsisters, who were unfortunately extinct since they were wiped out in a massacre. Diane did not understand the concept of witches. Curiosity peaked and Diane suddenly found herself amazed with the red rocky planet, despite its rundown look.

"Let's go," Diane exclaimed.

Cal took one last glance at the Mantis before catching up with the angel.

"Wait up!"

As they neared closer, they saw an actual beast of hell sniffing about.

"What is that?"

"Bee-beep boo?"

"It looks like a beast crawled from the depths of hell," Diane said passionately. Whether they were scared or not, she'll never say.

The first thing Cal did was take out the monster. Small spider critters followed, but Diane easily took those out while Cal was fighting.

The angel strolled around hell on mortal lands and stumbled upon a staircase. She walked upward and saw symbols carved into a rock.

"Cal!"

Cal ran over to her, allowing BD to crawl down from his shoulder to the ground to scan it.

"Looks like the Zeffo were here."

"Booo."

"Strange," Cal muttered. "This place seems abandoned but..."

Diane felt all senses take off and turned in one direction. Cal felt a presence and figured she felt it too.

Suddenly a green mist appeared and a young woman appeared. Her face was pale and had dark grey markings. Her red hood covered most of her face and Diane figured she was wearing traditional clothing judging from the thick belt and what appeared to be a gold dangling crown on her head.

"You trespass, Jedi."

"You must be a Nightsister," Cal said, clearly fascinated. "I had heard you were all dead."

Diane thought of the Jedi. How Cal thought they were all dead when clearly the Holocron they were searching for said otherwise. Maybe that was the case with the Nightsisters.

"Not at all."

She curled her hand by her thigh and two men who had - what Diane believed to be - horns like the Devil.

"Dathomir is forbidden to you," she said. "Leave at once."

Diane glanced at Cal, unsure how to respond.

"I'm afraid I can't do that but perhaps... we could help each other. You see, I—"

The two soldiers, Diane thought, armed themselves as soon as Cal took a step forward.

Diane placed herself in front of him and looked at the woman.

"We are not your enemy."

"I do not know what you are, but your actions say otherwise."

The woman used the same green mist to disappear, leaving the duo with the two soldiers.

"Who are these guys?!"

"Nightbrothers!"

Diane sighed.

"I have a bad feeling about this."

"About what?!"

"...Everything."