Torn apart during childhood, the Davire sisters live very different lives within the Empire and Republic. Seyje and Vedma walk the path of the Sith while Saiyah and Valari walk the path of the Jedi. However, all four of them struggle to keep a secret about their bloodline from costing them everything.
Will they fight for peace and harmony, or will their secret tear the galaxy apart?
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Footsteps echoed through the empty hallway as the messenger made her way to the bridge of the citadel. It was the only room in the entire building composed entirely of windows, and it was also the smallest. Every other room in the once abandoned structure had been transformed into a high-tech monitoring and communications hub. The 200-story building towered a full mile above the surface of the planet and comfortably housed almost 1.2 million residents. It was a rather miraculous feat.
The lifeblood of the citadel was carried in the atmosphere above, inside the Ronika and Krath orbital stations, which housed the largest receiving and transmitting systems in the galaxy. Security in all three areas was impenetrable. Outsider access was impossible, since the ones inside were all thought to be dead to the rest of space.
With nameless faces and identities, her employer's team sliced into every holofrequency, camera, transmission, and datapad across the major planets. Everywhere from the deep core worlds to the edge of the outer rim was under secret surveillance. The people in the building knew exactly what was going on across the entire galaxy, whether it was military, civilian, criminal, or Force-user activity. Not even the Star Cabal had this much control before its demise. The old terrorist group was nothing compared to the operation currently taking place. The technological fortress was the ultimate place to hide. Cloaking devices and shields kept it hidden from all starships, and the planet itself received enough trading transports to provide for the residents inside.
A messenger walked into the bridge, where the one in charge of operations was sitting with their feet propped up on the nearby desk.
"Sir. I have the records you asked for," she said, putting the datapad in the gloved hand. "Shall I retrieve your companion?"
"That won't be necessary, Shara. He's already on his way up." The accent was not quite entirely Imperial, hinting at a Republic tone as well. "If you wouldn't mind, could you ask Aleksei to bring some caff up here?"
"Of course."
"Thank you."
The brunette woman gave a curt nod before turning to walk out, leaving her employer alone with the data. The blue screen opened in the air, whirring quietly as the figure shifted through the pages. A beep from the entryway signaled her associate's arrival.
"Agent," he greeted as he came to stand by the desk.
"Have you found them?"
"Indeed. We tracked the four of them, and have made the necessary arrangements for their arrivals at our desired locations – when the time comes, of course."
"Are the pairs aware of each other?"
"No, Agent. We were certain to take extra precautions to hide the existence of those in the opposing faction."
The leather chair creaked as the agent sat back, stroking her chin thoughtfully.
"What about their history?"
"They are the only ones who know, and we alone have the original copy of the information."
"Good, good...I hope they are wise enough to hide it from their Lords and Masters."
Silence fell between them. The Joiner slowly drummed his fingers against his thigh, catching the agent's attention.
"Speak, Vector. What is it?"
"Agent, we don't fully understand why these four girls were chosen," he said with a confused shrug.
A small smile spread across her face. "Because of their bloodline. I've been looking through the ancestry of every Jedi Master and Sith Lord that has survived Tython and Korriban, and these children are our best chance. The power in their blood is as fascinating as it is dangerous." Her eyes trailed to the window as she fell silent, her mind sorting through the information she held. "Regardless of their success or failure, they require our complete attention. I intend to take full advantage of their existence while we can."
The woman stood, going to stand in the window as she folded her hands behind her back. The bridge was quiet, except for Vector's footsteps as he followed to stand beside her.
"Agent...we wonder about two of them. Even as children, their auras are less–"
"Rational? Compassionate? Pragmatic?"
He nodded. The agent sighed, closing her eyes.
"I am aware of this. The Empire will not suffer much, only be worse for the wear. The Republic, however...they will suffer because of her." Sapphire eyes opened, brow furrowing as she looked across the populated plains below the citadel. It was a leap of faith for all of them. "But it will also be strengthened. With our team and the other two girls to watch them, it will all balance out in the end."
"What if we are wrong?"
The agent was silent a moment.
"If we are wrong, then the galaxy is doomed."
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SWTOR: The Davire Legacy
Science FictionA collection of short-stories about the Davire sisters, written at varying times from 2014 to 2021. I tried to post them in a somewhat chronological order, but they were not written in that way. I had always thought I would write a full fledged sto...
