The landing pad was buzzing with activity as the newest shuttle arrived on the surface of the Jedi homeworld. Three padawans all stood on the edge of the taxi pad with their masters, waiting for the recruits to arrive.
In the center was a light-skinned female with shoulder-length, dark red hair that was parted on the right side. Her sapphire blue eyes held an intelligence that far surpassed her fellow twenty year old peers. Saiyah Davire, one of the most proficient padawans in the Jedi Order. Standing behind her was a green mirilian, Master Somminick Timmns, her mentor.
To Saiyah's left stood Jaesa Willsaam, a brown-eyed brunette with the unprecedented ability to discern any being's true nature and uncover a person's most secret intentions. Master Noman Karr was beside her. On Saiyah's right stood Ashara Zavros, a headstrong and prideful orange-skinned Torgruta with white and blue lekkuu atop her head. Masters Ryen and Ocera were beside her.
The shuttle had a smaller group than last time, only bringing four new padawans instead of the customary ten. Normally, the Jedi Order did not need such drastic security around the landing pad, but the native species on Tython, known as the Flesh Raiders, had become increasingly bolder around the training grounds. Sightings had increased, and one group of padawans had been attacked. The Masters did not want to take any chances with the new members.
As the four new initiates exited the shuttle pad, Saiyah stepped forward to greet them with a smile. "Hello there, padawans. Welcome to Tython." They all gathered in front of her, and she could sense varying levels of awe and excitement; feelings that she herself could recall when she first landed on the lush, beautiful planet.
"My name is Saiyah Davire. This is my mentor, Master Timmns," He nodded his head. "- padawans Jaesa and Ashara," The two girls both waved. "- and their masters Karr, Ryen, and Ocera. We will be accompanying the four of you to the Jedi temple."
One of the recruits, a human female with voluminous auburn hair and green eyes, looked at Saiyah quizzically. "You're not a Jedi Master. Why are you the one leading us?"
The redhead smiled. "I have been living on Tython since I was four years old," she explained gently. "I know this planet and its paths like the back of my hand, and I can ensure we will find the safest route back to the Temple."
The four initiates exchanged worried glances and murmurs. The other human female, with black hair and brown eyes, spoke apprehensively. "The safest route? Are we in danger or something?"
"The natives of Tython, known as Flesh Raiders, have been spotted in the training grounds recently," Master Timmns said, stepping forward. "The Jedi Order has never seen them acting so hostile before, and we will not be taking any chances. Rest assured, the four of you will be safe with us. Saiyah, Jaesa, and Ashara are three of the Order's most advanced combat padawans. You have nothing to fear." The two girls seemed comforted by his words. The two males, one human and one Zabrak, were wary, but they had no choice except to trust the Jedi Master.
Saiyah looked around, her brow furrowing. There were eleven of them standing on the landing pad right now. "We will need to split up. A group this large will not go unnoticed by the Flesh Raiders," she pointed out.
"I agree. We will be safer in smaller groups," Master Ryen said. He was a tall Cathar male with glowing yellow eyes. When he spoke, fangs could be seen just behind his bottom lip. "What are your names?"
The auburn haired female spoke up first. "My name is Cora. This is Jerikko." She motioned to the blond male closest to her. "We're siblings."
Master Ryen nodded approvingly, shifting his gaze. "And you two?"
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SWTOR: The Davire Legacy
Ciencia FicciónA 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...
