Barusha Nedir thought he had seen everything as a proud member of the Resistance but he still prepared for what his newest assignment would bring. Arriving on the planet Keth'rusha located somewhere in the Outer Rim, Barusha began following directions to a cave provided by the mysterious DW. The entrance to the cave was somewhat nondescript, you literally have to look very carefully in order to spot it in first place.
Barusha's suspicions that he's on the right track were confirmed almost immidiately when two burly men, clad in armor that could've only meant one thing: Mandalorians and whoever this DW guy was certainly had connections.
- Hey, what are you doing here? Get out or you never will! The Mandalorian on the right shouted.
- Yeah, what he said. Now beat it! The one on left added.
Barusha knew he had to regain his composure.
- I am Barusha Nedir, from the Resistance. We g-got this message from DW that he's interested in j-joining. Please, can you take me to him?
- First, you must speak the password.
- 'The will is with the Force, I desire nothing else'.
The two Mandalorians nodded together.
- Come with us. The Master's awaiting your presence.
Barusha, still a little intimidated by the Mandalorian's presence, followed their lead. Expecting somewhat drab dwellings, Barusha couldn't help but to feel awed at what he saw. Rows and rows of shacks, all joined by rope bridges and all illuminated by the numerous candles strewn about. Barusha was escorted to a hut where he presumed DW made his home.
- Master's inside. Remember, only speak when you're spoken to and please keep this short. One of the Mandalorians explained.
The inside of the hut was rather sparse with only a few decorations here and there. At the other end of the room, Barusha saw a black man sitting on a cushion, apparently in midsts of a medidation.
- So, you're the envoy of the Resistance they send to me?
- Yes, I am Barusha Nedir. I presume I'm speaking to DW, correct?
The black man rose and approached Barusha. Just like with the Mandalorians, he felt that this man would quickly end him if he made a wrong move.
- That would indeed be correct. Duwanthani Windu is my name. How about we sit down? I'm going to tell you a little story?
- I would be happy to, sir. Barusha said as he began to sat down in a little chair on the corner.
Windu then began to tell Barusha his story.
- I dunno if anyone has ever told you this. But back in the Old Republic, there once existed a Jedi Master known as Mace Windu. He's my great-uncle. Or rather he would have been if he didn't die in such a tragic manner. Even though I was born 7 years after the first Death Star was destroyed, I've been always proud of the legacy Mace brought to our family, even though I've never been gifted by the Force.
- Yeah, that makes me wish my family tree had Force sensitives in it as well. Too bad the last one apparently was more than 150 years ago. Anyways, can we skip to where we are now? They did told me to not make this too long after all.
- Of course. Jord and Korthat have always been very dedicated to their duty. Anyways, it was very sudden once the First Order made their presence known to the Galaxy at large. And as fate would have it, I was conscripted by them. Not as a Stormtrooper mind you. But as an intelligence gathering analyst. Which i guess was fine by me. I've always prided myself as being more brain than brawns anyway. While my tenure in there somewhat went without any hitches, there always was this lingering sense of tread. Like, was there any quarantee they wouldn't dispose of us when we are no longer of use? It was especially bad when either General Hux or that man in black mask Kylo Ren came knocking.
- And how did you manage to escape?
- It quite simple actually. See, we were allowed to take mandatory breaks twice a day. Once we sensed an opportunity, we managed to knock out the guards and took the first crafts we could find. Any planet could do, as long as we can keep them from finding us. And that brings us to the present and to our hideout. Supposedly it's an old mining facility, apparently ran by a cartel of some kind but was later abandoned. As for Jord and Korthat there, I knew that some hired muscle might be necessary and so I decided to seek help from them Mandalorians the same way my Father once did. Sure, it was quite difficult but eventually, we managed to secure ourselves a detachment. 
- At least you have survived and that's what matters. There'll be Resistance officers coming to pick you up shortly. I can assure you it's little better than hanging out all day in these shacks at least. Barusha explained.
After making their farewells, Barusha climbed back into the cockpit of his X-Wing. As he entered lightspeed, he wondered what General Organa would make of the gaggle of turncoats he just encountered...