The train flew across the rocky planet of Umbara, the anti-gravity rings keeping it on the right track towards the city. The Alliance ship flew down just above it, the ramp extending out over the top of the train.
"The train is on the move – and the traitor's on board," Lana said as the four of them stepped out onto the ramp.
"Nothing we can't handle," Theron said nonchalantly.
Seyje cast him a suspicious glare, which was noticed by Saiyah.
What is the matter with you Seyje? You've been acting strangely the whole flight here.
Oh, now you're noticing.
Noticing what? What are you talking about?
Nothing, we'll talk about it later after the mission.
Saiyah shook her head with a sigh. With a swift move, she leapt down onto the metal surface of the train, and was soon followed by Seyje, Theron, and Lana. It took less than an hour for them to break inside and make their way up to the engine car.
The metal door opened with a clicking hiss. All four of them had their weapons at the ready. Theron, who was in the lead, waved his free hand to Lana and Seyje on the left, then to Saiyah on the right. The three women moved past him, their eyes focused on the closed door in front of them. Well, Saiyah's and Lana's. Seyje couldn't help but keep her attention towards Theron as she noticed how he was now walking behind the three of them.
"The traitor is on the other side of that door," Lana hissed.
She moved towards the red button on the wall while Seyje remained in place. Saiyah stopped just in front of the door with her twin lightsabers at the ready. Theron remained a few steps back, keeping his gun level with his eyes. Seyje heard Saiyah exhale quietly, and she could feel the nerves radiating off of her. Seyje felt the same, but for a completely different reason.
I don't sense any new presences around us...do they not notice that?
Lana deactived her lightsaber and pressed her hand against the door. Saiyah's and Seyje's lightsabers flew up in front of their chests. It opened with the same clicking hiss to reveal an empty chair.
A stunned silence fell over the group. Lana put her lightsaber back on her belt, her mouth gaping. Saiyah's expression twisted into one of frustration as she did the same with her weapons. Seyje hesitated a moment but resigned to sheath hers as well.
Lana and Saiyah stepped into the small captain's room with Seyje on their heels.
"They're gone..." Saiyah muttered with frustration.
"That's impossible," Lana snapped irritably as she pulled a datapad from her belt. "According to the signal, they're still on the convoy..."
Just before Lana could finish her sentence, Seyje's senses snapped as she heard the reloading of a gun behind her. She whirled around, and her brain went into overdrive as she watched everything unfold. It was like things were moving in slow motion.
The furrow in his brow as he pulled the trigger.
"No!" Lana shouted, leaping in front of Saiyah as a single shot was fired from Theron's gun. Purple electricity danced across her body as she was stunned into unconsciousness.
The guilt in his eyes as he moved the barrel towards the Jedi.
Saiyah froze, unmoving, as her mind struggled to catch up with her eyes. She looked up, confused and uncertain.
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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...
