Quinn sat in the captain's chair of the Sith lord's vessel with his feet up on the table and a datapad in his hand. It was roughly 23:00 hours and he was the last one awake. His fingers scrolled through the information he was researching about Corellia, but his eyes only glanced over it while his mind trailed off. Earlier in the day, they had been leaving the planet Voss when the spirit of Madaga Ru appeared and gave Seyje a warning that Quinn could not get out of his head.
You helped. I grant you this secret – be warned, one of your own plans to betray you.
Seyje had not acted even the least bit worried, but something about the message bothered Quinn to no end. Who would do such a thing? He put the datapad down on the table, not bothering to read anymore. Gazing out the bay window, his fingers drummed on the armrest while his mind wandered. Surely no one on this vessel would be so foolish as to try something like that. If they did, it was likely something would drive them mad to do so.
Suddenly, a certain Sith dropped on Quinn's conscious like a rock.
Baras.
The thought made Quinn cringe. Technically, he was still under the order of Darth Baras until his debt was paid off – and it would never be paid off. The captain's jaw tightened.
Damn Sith politics.
Ever since Lord Draahg had tried to bury Seyje alive on Quesh by Baras' command, the Darth had stopped contacting Quinn. It used to be that Baras would check in on her progress, but he always called at the most unusual times. Quinn never told anyone about his contact with the Sith. It was not something he was proud of, and he didn't like being tied down to two masters. Sooner or later, something bad was going to happen because of it.
Suddenly, the holocom beeped with an incoming transmission.
Who could that possibly be?
The time zones were different all across the galaxy, but Quinn kept the crew on as much of a normal sleeping schedule as he could. He stood and approached the console protruding from the wall.
That's odd...
The computer didn't recognize the receiving code. Quinn put the transmission through, and as soon as the caller appeared, a cold fear settled on his chest.
"Darth Baras," he said, voice uneasy. "This is unexpected. I–"
"Do not bother me with pleasantries, Captain. I am not interested," Baras snapped. "Perhaps you could explain some of the recent events I've heard concerning my former apprentice."
"I don't know what you mean, my lord," Quinn responded with confusion.
"Am I correct in learning that you've married Lord Seyje?" Baras questioned.
Chills crept up Quinn's back. Their marriage was kept a secret to everyone but the crew.
How in the galaxy did he find out?
"Well, Captain? Am I wrong?" Baras asked impatiently.
"No, my lord, you heard correctly," Quinn responded, his gaze turning away towards the floor.
Resentment began to unfurl its tendrils within the Captain's stomach that had appeared many times before, and he took a deep breath to bury the feeling. Baras had been his master long before Seyje came along; that was a fact. Still, there was something highly suspicious about this call.
"Interesting choice, given your obligations to serve me. I hope your foolish commitment won't be a problem for your assignment," Baras said.
Quinn's head snapped up.
Oh no...
He had heard that tone of voice many times on Balmorra, and it only meant one thing – death.
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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...
