Camp Lona

5 BBY, Lothal

The lightspeed lever failed to engage! It stood locked and the pursuing TIE fighters had gained on them. Chasing Jon and Beethree around the orbit. From the outside, they were shelled with explosives but the ship struggled to try and keep up its defences alive.

Jon couldn't believe it. They were so close to escaping the place that held him down for the longest of his life. Meanwhile, Beethree stayed calm and collected at the engaging TIE's. Worst was that Jon would have to go back and probably be beaten bloody! So he ran to the turret preparing to fire.

"Hey Beethree stays here, I'll get them off your tail!" Jon sounded.

"I'll try to get this engine open..." Beethree got her robotic hands on the computer and tapped around to crack the code.

Jon sat at the turret and readied his hot weapon. Beethree was doing his best to try and juke them side to side or even catch them off guard. While also trying to unlock the hyperdrive. The shells were thumpy - often clashing with the ray shields.

Cha-BOOM! One by one Jon did rip through the TIE's chasing them. Before time could run out of the clock, Beethree finally got the hyperdrive to unlock and recharge to full power.

The shells would get louder and louder, while the ship struggled to keep the atmosphere within the ship to stay alive for the next trip. Suddenly buzz droids were shot onto their ship and began chewing through the ship!

"Ummm...Beethree can you hurry up and get those coordinates on!" Jon hurried in fear blasting as many fighters as he could.

"What's the matter, master?" Beethree asked. "Ready to run home back to mommy and daddy?"

"Oh, they gave you the funny programming..." Jon sighed. "...great!" His throat stung with shame for his fear. His Sith qualities weren't proficient. Jon was a Corusanti male from the almost extinct ethnicity, Corasta. He stood at a tall six-three. He was athletic with dark hair, wide arm span and a contagious smile. Beethree was a BX-series Imperial Generation droid. He resembled any other BX unit but was programmed towards his owner's abilities. Beethree was a feminine program with charts of the known galaxy and languages of the Imperial-occupied planets. She was a tall, thin and sturdy droid, often plated in a thick coating.

ZOOM!

They left in a hurry leaving a trace of metal scraps, and shrapnel which was eventually incinerated. The two celebrated chanting in excitement and were happy to get off the orbit. Jon finally felt free, he sensed Padraw's feelings which uttered 'Let him go!' he could never be happier. He could finally see his brother and finally join the army. He couldn't wait. Meanwhile, Beethree sat back in victory as if she'd done it as always.

After the ship had cruised at lightspeed, hanging in dear life, it slowed down to normal speed and was caught in Lothal's orbit. The huge planet up close was a dry-dead city that woke up from the dead. In it were large plains with golden dry grasses, rocky mountains and developing towns that were mostly Imperial. In the Lona sector of the planet was the small buildings and shacks of old communities that gathered to suck the minerals of the planet's carcass.

But there was the Imperial stronghold base. A camp for trainees and where Lam was seen fighting in Jon's visions. The base wasn't as busy as any other base, but rather cool and running like a new ship's engine. Groups of people would often be seen running, doing push-ups or marching. Almost always gathered with a drill instructor or a squad leader.

The dying shuttle parked a good distance away from the base, probably on one of the old shacks, and the two foreigners walked in to join the army. Jon's Sith identity already provided him with some clearance within the Imperial Army, so joining wouldn't be a task at all. They walked up to the gate, where they were examined by a guard who recognized Jon's red necklace, and his attire. "You may proceed!" Jon wore a dark leather coat, with a grey shirt accompanied by tight dark pants. All with the Republic's insignia. It was recognized as an Inquisitor's attire, but Jon was known as an assassin to all Imperials. It was clear since the guard would wonder, what happened with his helmet.

After he explained his reasons to join the army, he was directed to an office where he met the base commander, Officer Grizlade. He was a tall man with a proper washed grey uniform with medals for his courageous battles for the Empire. He had a smouldering frown that meant business. As the two were brought before his throne, he examined the two rookies and immediately recognized the Sith.

"Are you here to join the corps?" he asked nicely thinking not to die. The Sith were formidable and getting them pissed off was the most you could do. In this case, Jon was safe...for a while.

"Yes, me and Beethree here! Ready for service!" he said in a jolly motion. Officer Grizlade looked in confusion since Sith never acted this way. Jon was then directed to several other offices, signed some papers and headed to training for a few days.

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Padraw stood close to the mirror and examined his pains. He was stunned good, never expecting it. He concluded that he needed Jon back! He brought back the Degri Clan to meet up at his quarters.

"You all know why you're here!" Padraw stated.

"Let me remind you in case you knuckleheads forgot," he started. "In Lothal, there is a Jedi that we've caught."

"Who is he?" one of the clan members asked as they cocked their guns to prepare.

"They call him Bothka!" Bothka was an old Jedi guardian who survived the Purge. He was an ageing adult who was left scrawny after a life of slavery and torture. "If the rebellion gets this guy we're in big trouble."

"We're talking coordinates, maps, wayfinders and things that will get you all rich. Important to the empire that he has access to..." he persuaded. "Your job is to keep Jon off track, kill the Jedi when the time is right and finally we bring our apprentice back home!"

The Clan finished preparing and headed outside towards their ship. They hid in their stormtrooper armour to blend in with the troopers in the base. Finally about to get the job done! The Degri Clan was a syndicate led by Thoyne Hutt based in the planet Munihiri. The clan was a formidable force with expandable teams and used it's strength to stay atop of other syndicates. They mostly allied with Sith since they were intrigued with the dark-side. They got a hold of their planet and colonized the Muni system with every planet in it.

Back to the present day, the clan enters the ship and zoom out to Lothal.

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In the army camp, Jon finds his sleeping quarter where he would be sleeping for the next days of the camp. He put everything in order and pushed it into crannies where they would seem appropriate to shove in. He fell onto the bed and felt at ease. He never felt this way. That feeling of safety, the feeling of you doing something right for once.

He glanced at his crimson necklace and immediately thought of his old love Nor. She was a golden-brown skinned Togruta with pink montrals that swirled down like a tornado. She had beautiful golden eyes, and a pale face although filled with life. He distinctive striped face made the memories of her blurry but for Jon, she was a clear memory.

In a flashback...{

In their newly purchased apartment, Jon and Nor sat together at the sofa and cuddled softly. The blanket plated them finely with their legs wrapped around each other sending heat towards each other. She stared at his crimson necklace and connected with him through it, he sensed her feelings. They were burning with love, burning to a point where their eyes met.

Jon's blue eyes and Nor's golden windows glanced at each other. Before their minds could think of anything next, suddenly she was on top of him. Prowling down at her mate she felt helpless, he stared at her eyes, then her lips, then back at her eyes. She approached his face and kissed him.

Softly

Slowly sending shivers down their spines, then paused for a moment.

"Too soon?" Jon smiled at her.

"No! No, no, no, no...proceed." she got up.

Then with intensity, he followed her body and began brushing his lips against her neck. Heading upwards until he met hers. He fell back down, pulling her with him.

"So you still wanna-" his words were then shut and lost in her temples. Gently kissing him she began balling her fist and almost tearing his shirt into pieces. Both groaning softly they continued until they fell asleep in each other's arms. }

He remembered the tender moments, but the necklace into a drawer and fell asleep with her in his mind.