Capítulo 13: The Secret Mission
4 BBY, Yavin 4
Agents scrambled through the hangar waiting to hear of the terrible news that was imminent. Lam sped the cart into the hangar almost running over every person in there. He drifted the cart right to Bothka's legs ready to pick him up for the briefing.
"Hey slow down you almost hit me!" Bothka slipped back.
"Hurry old man, we don't have all day!" Lam barked as he shifted his gears and sped towards the Strategy Center. "What happened?"
"Jon and Beethree have been compromised, General Sapienza is about to meet us for the briefing!" Bothka held on tight to the kart as it twisted and turned between hallways.
"The General is here?!" Lam shone in happiness.
General Sapienza stood near the Strategy Center's computers. He barked orders to agents trying to establish communications. The general was a Wookie veteran he'd been through the old war as if he was born into it. Sapienza had fought in the Clone Wars, gone through the Purge even rescued several Jedi including the beloved Bothka.
Strategically he worked to plan out spy missions mostly because they were his speciality. He was an evolved Wookiee though. He could speak, act even sign to those who never truly understood him. Though they knew how smart he was. He stood rigidly, occupied with a heavy coat, a ribbon of colourful medals and holsters of weaponry.
Tens of agents gathered at the room where Sapienza directed spies to standby. Chancellor Mothma and General Draven weren't always in attendance. Unless there was news about systems defecting to the rebellion, or anything about the Rebellion.
"Too of our agents today have fveered off course from their mission," General Sapienza announced in a clear voice. "Their communication is shtatic, and I'm assigning Lam, Mandy and the space martyrs to help in the rescues."
Lam joined in the discussion but didn't want to seem demanding in the general's presence. So did the newbie who revealed herself into the light.
"Your mission is to find out who this new person is and what the station in Dromia is doing?" Sapienza finished as they began packing their bags for the trip to Dromia.
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As Jon drifted away thinking about Nor, Beethree on standby. The hosts looked as busy as ever. Jasu'lane stood in a commanding pose already doing her work, knowing her enemy was in the next room. She barked out commands to her Degri companions, who broke their tails to get the station to work to her standards.
"Master! Padraw calls you!" a Degri announced to her then chimed in the hologram.
"Apprentice, what is the news?" Padraw called out in a chill. Medical droid appeared and disappeared around him mainly because on the shape he was in. He would sit for hours trying to meditate his pain away but the dark side never worked that way. Power came in risk, even to Padraw's extent. He wanted more, he wanted to overthrow all other Sith and mainly the Empire but in secret. He longed the trust of the Emperor but despised all other contenders; since working for the Empire was not an easy task. Failure was not an option, not even a question rather.
Unceremoniously, Jasu'lane crossed her arms to present her progress. "The station is almost in operation, Quenlin Hutt has relocated safely ready to shift the Rebel Alliance's gaze away," she emphasised sending in records to his computers.
"Great! What about the holocrons?" he questioned in a chilly tone.
"We have agents who suspect that the holocrons might be around Illimanti or Kiribau among the moons of Dromia Prime," she explained as she scanned a few of the reports filed in from several of the Degri.
"Well get people over there!" Padraw growled.
"You know that you need more than two people to even try to find it?" she looked up at the holograph, staring down her master. "That's why he's involved in this!"
"You are to kill him when we're done remember?" he said as he hissed in pain when the medical droids gave him shots or tore a band-aid to apply clean ones.
"Well stop complaining master and we'll have this taken care of!" she mumbled not to get scolded. The hologram shut off, running down to a point of the holomesseger. The room got quiet - the Degri workers kept working, tapping keyboards while Jasu'lane threw a tiny fit. "What?!" she barked as they all went back to work.
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Lam took a nervous peek over the computers in the shuttle. Watching as the numbers rose when he pulled the engine lever. As they left Yavin he looked below at the ships and the car transports shrink as the blue-grey atmosphere became bluer and bluer until they were in orbit. The huge pimple of a planet, Yavin Prime was an eerie view. Until the lightspeed engaged. As it blasted off, the rattle of the ship gave him a chill.
"Calm down noob, it's not that bad." the Mandalorian newbie sat down at the cockpit.
"Hey what are you doing here?" Lam startled.
"I'm doing my job unless you wanna die out here!"
"Well you might be Mandalorian, but you're not a god." he laughed as he placed his crossed feet on top of the cockpit in a resting position. "But are you?"
"Cathar!"
Lam had a slight shock. All he could do was not try to offend her since Mandalorians and Cathars weren't in good terms. She seemed like anyone who would be offended, but would never notice because her helmet blocked her side view.
"Oh cool!" he sighed. "How'd you get the suit?"
"I was adopted, lost everyone. Well...until I met this guy but he tried to kill me." she paused for a second. Those seconds seemed like ages, she started having flashbacks to when the moments happened. "I think he died, so life isn't better these days isn't it?"
"Well I have my ways," he smirked with a cringe that oozed onto her. She almost backed off.
"You are a womanizer huh? A narcissist maybe?" she choked for a second.
"Maybe," he sighed. "He sat back as the wormhole circled around the ship.
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Waking up in space was weird. Jon woke up dazed but still conscious, as he scrambled to the kitchen he found Jane walking towards her room with a certain prism. It looked shiny, with gold parts, clear plastic and a glowing ruby inside with a few lines flickering like veins. He wondered what it was.
"Hey!" Jon rushed to stop her.
"What you got there?" he smiled.
"Oh," she hesitated. "It's nothing, just some inheritance thing."
"Isn't that a Holocron or something?" he examined as she held it. No more could she escape the situation.
"Just go eat, I'll tell you when the time is right," she shrugged off and pressed a button closing the bedroom door.
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