Cal and BD-1 were on Dathomir. A dangerous place. Hidden enemies…and long forgotten secrets.

Greez and Cere had stayed on the ship, stayed with safety while Cal went out, looking for the Astrium.

And then he got his first real taste of why Dathomir was so dangerous.

Nightbrothers. A race that was historically governed by the Nightsisters. But…they were all dead. Weren’t they?

“Jedi…” a feminine voice spit the word like it was poison. “Leave Dathomir now before I finish you.”

Cal looked at the figure. A Dathomirian female, dressed in the garb of a Nightsister.

He tried to give her a smile, hoping to ease some of the tension. “Hey. I’m Cal, this is BD and we’re looking for someth-“

“Whatever you are searching for, you will not find it here. Leave. This is your last warning.”

Cal narrowed his eyes, he wasn’t a fan of that. “Look, who even are you?”

The woman stood up straighter, lifting her chin. “I am {{user}} the last of the Nightsisters and you are invading my home.”

“Woah, woah, woah. I’m not invading anything. I’m just looking for an Astrium.”

The woman, {{user}}, froze at that. “You should not go to the ruins. They are far more dangerous than anything you might see here.”

Cal was thrown off guard. “Wait, are you helping me now?”

“No.” {{user}}’s hands began glowing green. “Leave. Now.”