Pain.
Such...horrible pain.
Air refused to come. She could not breathe. She could not move. She could not think.
Logic and reason ceased to exist. All that was left was a hole, ripped so violently and suddenly from her that she was left in shock. Her arms and legs would not respond to her muted thoughts of standing up. She couldn't move.
Was someone talking to her?
Seyje turned her head, staring blankly at the man kneeling down next to her. His sky blue eyes were brimmed with tears, his expression holding more grief than she'd ever seen in a person's eyes.
"Seyje..." Quinn whispered hoarsely.
The Sith gasped loudly, realizing she hadn't been breathing. Her body shook as the wave of shock began to release its hold on her. Seyje looked blankly at her hands, her knuckles white from clenching the Captain's chair so tightly.
What had just happened?
Valisea.
"Quinn," Seyje gasped, letting go of the metal frame. She was shaking uncontrollably and couldn't stop. "Quinn, we have to – she's with – she's in."
Her husband stepped forward, wrapping his arms around his wife. The blow struck her in the chest with the strength of a boulder. A strangulated cry clawed its way out of Seyje's throat, followed by a horrified screech.
"Noo! No, Valisea, no!"
The Fury echoed with her screams as the tears streamed down her face. All the bones she'd ever broken, all the sleepless nights and fiery burns she'd ever endured, even Malavai's betrayal...not even all of those combined hurt as much as this.
Seyje was not a widow. Quinn was not a widower. Valisea was not an orphan.
There were no words for this.
This was no ordinary pain. Everything hurt. Every part of her mind, her body, her heart, her soul – every cell from the tips of her red hair to the tips of her toes. It was as if every tiny molecule within her fibers was screaming in protest, "No, no, no, this can't be true!"
"She killed her!" Seyje wailed. "Valara killed my baby girl!"
Quinn's own crying was drowned out by his wife's, but he wept all the same, unable to do anything but sit there and hold her as she sobbed.
No one really knew how much time passed before Seyje's grief warped into a fiery rage. The crew had only seen such anger once before, and the circumstances back then were not nearly as dire as they were now. So when the Sith Lord told them they were all staying behind, including Quinn, no one argued except the Captain himself.
"I will not allow your twisted sister to get away with this. If you think you're getting revenge on your own, you're wrong," he hissed.
"Quinn, were this any other enemy, I would let you kill her yourself," Seyje snarled. "But Valara is mine to handle. You're staying behind with the crew, and that's final."
"She killed our daughter, Seyje! I will not stand here and do nothing about it!"
"That is enough, Malavai!"
The air went silent. The other four members of the crew stood waiting anxiously for the argument to reach an end. The Captain glared at his wife, taking a deep breath in an attempt to cool his temper. Seyje was furious, on the verge of insanity, and everyone else knew it.
"You're staying here, because I don't know what is going to happen down there. Valara will die, I can promise you that," she stated coldly, her voice cutting through the air like a whip. "What I can't promise is how many I will take down with her."

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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...