Seyje lay on the cold, metal-framed bed looking up at the icy ceilings of the Leth Outpost. The cold temperatures on Hoth only dropped when nightfall came, and the Sith shivered underneath her cotton blankets. She rolled onto her side and closed her eyes, attempting to catch some sleep. After tossing and turning for another fifteen minutes, Seyje knew it was useless. Worry and anxiety coiled in her gut as she sat up on the edge of the bed. Despite sleeping with her winter gear on, goosebumps formed on Seyje's pale skin. She wrapped a blanket around her shoulders and stood up.
The Sith walked out of the sleeping quarters where she and two of her crew members, Jaesa Willsaam and Lieutenant Pierce, were allowed to stay for the time being. The heels of her boots echoed on the metal floors as the Sith made her way to the doorway of the outpost. It was dark inside the bunker, but tiny rays of moonlight dotting the cavern allowed Seyje to get outside quickly and quietly. The snow crunched underneath her feet as she stepped out onto the snowy tundra. The moonlight was much brighter here on Hoth, and its reflections off the snow made the planet look like it was covered in thousands of tiny lights. Looking up, Seyje could clearly see millions of stars twinkling in the black sky. The beauty and calm of the scene brought a small smile to the Sith's lips, but only momentarily.
A confused frown crossed her face as her thoughts were invaded yet again by a particular individual. It had been eighteen days since she had last contacted Quinn and Vette on the ship. Communications were scarce on Hoth due to the lack of electricity and heating resources. After first arriving on Hoth, Seyje had contacted Quinn at the Dorn base to let him know they had landed, but she hadn't been able to contact him since. The holocom at the Thesh outpost had been out of commission since the wirings inside had been frozen, and the one here at Leth had been sabotaged by the White Maw pirates. Their last hope of contact was at the Frostwake Outpost.
18 days I haven't spoken to him...and yet it feels like 18 years. No – Seyje, stop it. Don't think about Quinn. Focus on your mission. Focus on finding those Jedi scum.
The Sith started to pace in the snow. This shouldn't have been so conflicting for her. The mission was simple; stay on the planet until Master Xerender and Master Wyllett are dead. Quinn and Vette chose not to come along, so Seyje had brought her apprentice and lieutenant with her.
Jaesa and Pierce have done wonderfully so far, but...Quinn could've done better.
She froze in her tracks, smacking herself in the head with the palm of her hand.
No! Seyje – how dare you think such thoughts! They are your crew.
The Sith resumed her pacing. It was true; Jaesa and Pierce had proven extremely useful so far, especially when Seyje had a run in with rouge Talz named Broonmark. The beast was on a rampage for revenge towards someone in his clan. Unimportant business to the Sith, and yet they kept running into him. Seyje was never very good at keeping the peace with confrontations, but one person in her crew was.
Damn you Quinn. Damn you for being so handsome and valuable and loyal and...
She stopped, and looked back up at the sky. 18 days. All she wanted was to hear Quinn's voice, to see his face and tease him about the adorable mole on his left cheek, to watch him get thrown off-balance by her flirting and laugh about it – she just wanted him. However, that was only her point of view. Seyje sighed sadly. She didn't even know how Quinn truly felt about her.
They had kissed once before, but it was because Seyje caught him off guard and he had no time to react. The only other time she thought he might care about her was on Taris. They had 60 seconds to open the vault door of the Transport Station 5 ruins where General Minst was hiding before the reactor core exploded. Seyje had asked Quinn if he had any last words, and his response had been...interesting. They had made it inside before the explosion, but Seyje never had the chance to ask him about what he said before she was rushed off to this desolate planet.
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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...
