The Degri

4 BBY, Coruscant; Yavin 4; Krid

Jasu'lane's hands became sweaty as she struggled to stay calm. The medical droid was busy fixing her charred face, not caring if it hurt or not. Little by little cells were bound together with a durite alloy that covered the patch of skin surrounding her left eye. After one last stitch, she punched the medical table and her rage caused the poor droid to explode. She pressed her hands against her trousers and her hands dipped into a beaker of warm water. Then out came her mask, a bright silver mask that gave an eerie vibe that she loved.

As she raised it, the water ran down across the face exposing a grey coat with a clear line across the eyes, and a grate for the mouthpiece. Around her were the Degri who awaited her to press the mask against her veil, and as she did. Slowly. They bowed. Almost in unison as if they were a marching band, they bowed like madmen, bowing for their new leader.

She arose with the mask covering her face and after the event, several lightsaber figures came out to knight her Dame of the Degri. The Degri were formidable, cunning and intelligent, hiding their presence from Jon since he was a youngling. Yet he never knew them, he never knew the pain they had caused. They dwelled on the planet Dantil, which firmly profited from the rule of the Empire.

As she glanced around to see her new servants she felt a chill, a stimulation for a new job that kept her pride up. She looked at her hand and clenched it hardly ready to cause some damage. She then retained what Padraw had tasked her with.

"Make sure the galaxy knows who we are, the Empire has stepped at our carpets for too long. Now it's our time, our time to conquer."

"Our mission right now is to find the three holocrons of the Gyf. With the power of those holocrons, we can take over the galaxy simply by just taking it."

"Since the empire doesn't know about it, it's our chance..." he explained as she thoroughly recalled.

"Well, boys...we have work to do!"

-

Yavin 4 was an enchanting place, Jon felt the force around here. The life emitted a soothing essence that was intoxicating, he felt high. The moon overlooked the large giant Yavin, with the sun almost appearing half the time. The sun warmed the cool planet into a stable tropic, washing the whole planet a golden, green and brown hazes that were pleasing to the eyes. It made him think a lot. He thought about a picnic with Nor at the planes in the cancer of the moon.

It took him away from the moment until he sensed a swaying lightsaber dash across the hairs of his face. Flinching at the moment he backed up and got his sabre en guard.

"Your attention is elsewhere, focus Jon." he surrounded him as he read his mind. With a few twirls of his sabre, he approached Jon and swung his blade towards his face and his chest. Jon who now began using Shii-Cho blocked every single one to Bothka's surprise.

"Good!" Bothka saluted his sabre towards the ground. "When you focus you excel in the force...greatly."

Jon then got ready to attack his master, who gestured 'bring it on'. "So I was wondering if someone asked me what the force was...what should I say?" he asked as he began throwing swings and twirls at his master.

"That you should go mind your business." Beethree walked up and interrupted.

"No Beethree," they laughed. "Try lifting him.

"That's easy," Jon scoffed, deactivating his sabre and using the force to lift the droid. "Oh my," she uttered. But quickly fell in an instant. "You maniac!" Beethree squealed.

"So what did you do?"

"Well, I lifted Beethr-"

"No!" Bothka scoffed. "The force is the essence that life emits if you can quiet your mind let it call to you!" He then demonstrated the power of the force and he closed his eyes focusing on the object lifting Beethree high up in the air.

"I don't get it," Jon uttered. "So the force is something that is created through life, as some energy?"

"Correct!" he smiled turning Beethree in a cartwheel fashion.

"This is torture! Make it stop, make it stop!" Beethree pleaded. Bothka would then slowly spin one last time and get him standing on his feet. They two laughed at Beethree as she complained of their behaviours.

The two proceeded back into the temple hangar and met up with a dressed Lam. It was rare to find him dressed well, he looked like a soldier. A perfect soldier. When his eyes glanced at his friends he ran towards them for a hug.

"Where have you been?"

"Oh you know - trooper camps, security camps and peace negotiations with the Dantiles." he jerked his tie across his neck making sure it stood firm and proper for the look.

"Well, then why are you dressed like this?" Beethree asked as she approached him; exploring his outfit.

"That's because I'm being placed in charge of a new army of troopers." he was excited. "THE FREEDOM FIGHTERS!" he exclaimed as if he were advertising his big plans, but almost no one else bought it.

Jon and Beethree then left the two to scram into the base to secure Lam's spot as a Rebel General. It was his goal, he always wanted to do something greater. Although to the surprise of Bothka; the man wouldn't even kill him...since he went through the purge.

"Transmission from General Sapienza," Beethree called out as his third eye emitted a hologram.

"Good morning you two!" the general addressed them. "We have a mission for you two." he began.

"Rebel mercenaries around the outer rim have experienced raids from an unknown clan. You need to investigate and report back in two rotations," he stated. "Then we'll see what we can do."

"Yessir," Jon saluted the General while Beethree came back to his senses after the hologram ran back into his eye.

"Rebels have mercenary outposts?" Jon asked in curiosity.

"Yes, it's the only way they can stay hidden in the outer rim and help people in their planets who are oppressed," she explained.

"How do you know?"

"It's my time in the Imperial Archives that helped," she told him thus wandering towards the Menacor.

-

In the remote planet, Krid that rained shards of diamonds, about seven of the Degri Clan accompanied Jasu'lane who ignited her sabre and they cocked their blaster weapons ready. They stood outside an open cave, defended by the planet's locals. Her crimson sabre shone through the poisonous atmosphere and with a twirl or two she began killing them one by one.

The Clan members joined her and secured her space to run into the cave and retrieve their new possession. As she entered the cave, all dark and mysterious. She locked her eyes with a red prism, it looked pleasing but she wasn't tranced by its luminous colour. Rather she looked for a way closer to the prism. After a few hops and jumps towards the prism, she made it to its platform and took the prism in hand.

She observed the object and it searched her memories and desires, which are to look for the three holocrons. The object wasn't a holocron, rather it was a wayfinder or some type of space compass. It then began ticking: showing a yellow dot and a white dot all connected with blue lines. To her, it looked like coordinates in the star chart which she would bug her pilot with.

Finally, she was on the right track to getting the holocrons that her master hoped for.