Beeping from the center console startled Seyje out of her trance, and her gaze moved to the communicator in the middle of her ship's lounge as her brow furrowed.
No one has called me on the Fury in years...who would start now?
The Darth hesitantly approached the console, and a knot twisted in her gut as she recognized the holonumber. Blue light fizzed into focus as the caller's image appeared.
"Seyje," the slender figure greeted.
Her head was partially hidden inside a white hood lined with black, and the upper portion of her outfit was form-fitted to her body. The lower body portion hung in loose thick threads that occasionally showed the tricolored leggings she wore beneath. It gave her the appearance of the sniper she truly was.
"Kieyla," Seyje snarled angrily, "Your timing is horrendous. Theron already revealed himself as the traitor."
"I know."
The Sith's eyes narrowed.
"What do you mean, you know?" she snapped, the realization dawning on her face seconds later. "You already know his plan, don't you?"
The former Cipher Nine nodded. "Indeed. Retracing his steps took my agents much longer than I anticipated. This new threat poses more risks than I could've imagined."
The knots in Seyje's stomachs twisted even tighter at those words. She didn't know much about Kieyla's network, but she knew enough that the Tsuga spies were quite literally embedded in every corner of the galaxy. They were the reason Kieyla had known Seyje was even on her ship in the first place. Such realizations were disconcerting at times, but Kieyla had made it clear a long time ago that her network only interfered with the natural course of societies when it was absolutely necessary.
This was one of those times.
"You and I both know that Theron Shan is the best spy the SIS has had in a long time," Kieyla began. "Despite my best attempts to keep your Alliance monitored, Theron someone managed to slip secret transmissions beneath our radar. The agent responsible for watching him has been removed for incompetence, but I digress. What we discovered was nothing short of shocking."
The former Cipher gazed down at Seyje with a critical eye.
"Are you familiar with an organization called The Order of Zildrog?" she inquired.
Seyje stiffened.
"Those lunatics on Zakuul? I dealt with their leader a long time ago."
Kieyla shook her head. "You cut off the head of the beast, but its heart was left beating, and it grew another.
"Theron Shan discovered this information before my own agents, which is both troubling and infuriating. I can provide you with the information I have, but that is all."
Seyje sighed heavily. Losing the support of the former Cipher Nine was yet another major blow to the Alliance, but with this new information Kieyla had discovered, they would find a way to persevere.
We always do.
"I understand. What can you tell me?"
"What I am about to share with you cannot, under any circumstances, be shared with your allies, Seyje," Kieyla stated coldly.
An irritated snarl slipped past the Sith's lips. "Why the hell not?"
"The Order of Zildrog has eyes everywhere, including your base," Kieyla snapped. "I am fortunate you chose to retreat to your ship where they have not yet tainted with their presence. If you reveal their plans too early, you risk Theron Shan's life in the process and the lives of every being on Odessan."
Seyje inhaled slowly, letting out the breath with a sigh.
"I don't even want to know how you know that" – she shook her head – "What can you tell me about these fanatics?"
"They are currently being led by a former Horizon Guard known as Vinn Atris. He reformed the Order by uniting those on Zakuul who hate the Alliance for destroying their way of life, and intends to reawaken Zildrog in order to tear it down.
"I do not yet know how he intends to do this or where it will occur, but I do know that Theron's betrayal to your sister is merely a deception."
A harsh chuckle came from the Sith.
"He's playing the role of a spy all over again...just like Rishii," she muttered bitterly. "Only this time, he had a choice."
Seyje looked up again as she heard urgent voices in the background of the holo. Kieyla sighed.
"I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help, but it appears I am once again needed elsewhere," she remarked disappointedly.
"You've done all you can. That is enough," Seyje assured her. "Thank you, Kieyla."
The former Cipher Nine bowed and the transmission was cutoff. Seyje remained standing where she was, her mind mulling over the agent's words.
This was a very real threat. Of that, she had no doubt. But for Theron to willingly put his life on the line in order to root the Order out – it painted the entire scenario in a much darker light than Seyje initially wanted to admit.
The Alliance was in danger.
And until her team knew more about Theron's plans, she could say nothing to help them stop it.
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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...
