Seyje is the Emperor's Wrath. Saiyah is the Jedi Battlemaster. Vedma is Darth Nox. Valari is the Barsen'thor.
Two shine in the Light. Two have succumbed to the Dark. One is a heretic. One has fallen.
When the opportunity to take down their enemies presents itself, the Davire sisters will face both the Revanites...and each other.
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"So then I told him, "You're right. I'm not a Jedi. I'm the Emperor's Wrath," and walked away."
"Oh! Seyje, you didn't!"
"Saiyah, you should've seen the look on his face! I had to practically run before someone heard me laughing! And before someone caught me."
"You're crazy! You're lucky you even made it back to the spaceport."
The two sisters conversed over the holo, each sitting in their own ships on opposite sides of Nar Shaddaa's glowing atmosphere. It was one of the shadiest planets in the galaxy, and under control of the Hutt Cartel. Both the Empire and Republic had tried numerous times to convince the Hutts to join their side, but the slugs remained vigilantly neutral; which was fine with the Davire's. Any neutral planet provided a haven for them to meet, though Nar Shaddaa had the least amount of Empire and Republic lackeys who could potentially spy on them. Ironically enough, that made it the safest place for them despite the constant criminal activity. Still, even on Nar Shaddaa, the sight of a Jedi and a Sith talking and laughing like the two of them were would draw suspicions.
"Wait, wait, Saiyah, that's not even the best part. Two hours later, I'm walking by this market stand to get to the taxi, and this man standing there asks me the same question. So what do I tell him?"
"Let me guess. You told him you're the Emperor's Wrath too."
"Wrong. I told him I was you!"
"Seyje!"
"And he actually believed me!"
The two of them burst out laughing, leaning back in their chairs as they giggled uncontrollably. They kept these conversations to the privacy of their quarters even though their crews were well aware of the sisters' relationship. Sergeant Rusk and Lieutenant Pierce were the only two that strongly disapproved. Lord Scourge and Broonmark didn't like it, but they chose to ignore the situation as much as possible. T7-01 and Vette enjoyed the interaction between the factions, while Kira and Jaesa were overjoyed to be able to see each other once again.
As for Doc and Quinn, it was a bit more complicated. They had both come from the war on Balmorra, and had fought each other on the battlefield years ago before Saiyah and Seyje arrived. They wanted their wives to be happy, but the mutual strain between them had proven very hard to erase. Doc was more lenient about it than Quinn, who had actually given Seyje the silent treatment for a few days when he first found out.
"Oh my Force, you cannot ever do that again! Now the next time I land on Coruscant, I'm going to get all kinds of questions about why I was wandering the streets in a dancers outfit," Saiyah groaned in exasperation.
"Don't forget stumbling around half-drunk in the Old Galactic Market sector for three hours," her sister reminded.
"I'm going to kick your ass, Seyje."
"Hey, I enjoyed myself. I can't help it that we look like twins!"
"How am I going to explain this to Chancellor Saresh?"
"Bah, don't worry about her. She's a pain in the ass anyway. Just have Master Satele cover for you; she likes me," Seyje said with a grin.
"After that performance, you'll be lucky she doesn't put out an APB on you," Saiyah remarked, raising a brow at the holoimage.
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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...
