ANGEL'S MORTALITY

viii

KOBOH
ANCIENT MEDITATION CHAMBER

Diane, Cal, and BD-1 followed Zee as she led them to a golden circular door. The green lines painted took an outline of what Diane thought was a holocron.

"That planet you mentioned," Cal said, "what's it like?"

"Tanalorr? Oh, what a wondrous place!"

"How do I get there?" he continued.

"Navigate the Koboh Abyss."

"That must be the knowledge your master purged from your memory banks."

"Well, she must've had her reasons."

"What?" Diane spoke, confused.

They stood on a platform, and the angel was surprised when it started climbing upward.

"Cal, what are you not telling me?" She whispered.

He sighed and whispered back, "I saw the memory of her master wiping her data bank. They mentioned Talanorr, and I think it could be the key."

"To what?"

Their conversation was cut short when the door opened...causing them to stand right in front of the Saloon.

"Oh!" Zee looked around in confusion. "None of this was built the last time I stood here. Oh, and the sky was full of meteors."

"Beep."

Zee looked at the BD unit in surprise.

"I have been asleep for a long time, haven't I?"

"Yes," Cal said sympathetically. "But don't worry. You're not alone. We'll help you get back on your feet."

"You might not be wearing the proper attire; now I am certain you are a Jedi."

He gave her a real smile and gestured to the Saloon.

"Come on, I think I know someone who can help."

"And what of you?" Zee said, turning toward Diane. "A Jedi, as well?"

"An angel," the brunette replied.

"Angel?"

Zee took a moment before pointing a finger.

"Oh! Yes, I remember now."

Diane tilted her head.

"You...remember?"

"You look very different," Zee said. Then, the droid walked ahead.

Cal and Diane shared a look but said nothing more.

PYLOON'S SALOON

As the trio and Zee entered the Saloon, the ginger heard Greez arguing with a familiar voice.

"I'm not a Bedlam Raider spy! I'm a friend of Cal Kestis!"

"Kale Whatsits? Look, I told ya buddy, you're in the wrong cantina! I don't know anybody named Cal Kestis!"

"What about a Diane Green?" Another familiar voice piped in.

"No!" Greez argued.

"Greez!" The duo exclaimed.

"Oh, that Cal Kestis." He shifted his head to the angel. "And Diane Green."

"Found the gyro," Cal said, tossing the piece to the Latero.