"We will learn more and brief you when you arrive on Corellia."
The holocom went silent. The order had been given. Seyje was to collect, protect, and transport Darth Vowrawn to Korriban.
The Sith lord's eyes remained at the empty space, her mind anticipating out any traps that would no doubt be waiting for them. Pierce stood on her left and Quinn on her right. Jaesa and Vette had chosen to skip the briefing this time since they were bound to find out the plan later.
Quinn stood with the datapad hanging from his belt. The tiny machine felt like a nagging child at his side. Everyone else had spent most of the morning lounging around while they waited for the call from the Hand. Quinn, however, had been up all night going through the details of his assigned task. As despicable as it was, he managed to convince himself over the past few days that it was for the best and shut out all thoughts that said otherwise. He had deceived anyone from suspecting anything. Now it was time for the opening act.
"My lord, I'm afraid we cannot go to Corellia at this time. The Empire has enacted a martial law blockade of the entire system," Quinn stated, turning his head to look at her.
Any other time, he would've felt tiny flitters of excitement when catching her eye. This time, however, he felt nothing. There was no point anymore. Since he was going to lose her anyway, as Madaga Ru foretold, he was going to remain emotionless until it was all over.
A spark of concern flashed across her eyes for a fleeting moment, one that Quinn noticed, but it vanished quickly.
"Tell me the details so we can figure out a way to overcome this."
Seyje sounded slightly annoyed but appeared determined to solve this problem. It was very likely that she had already started planning ahead to her confrontation with Baras.
It will never happen.
"The Imperial fleet has been equipped with special transponder signal emitters. Any ship without this emitter sticks out like a sore thumb," Quinn said.
"Hmmm, I never heard about such an initiative," Pierce muttered, stroking his beard as if trying to recall a memory he didn't have.
Quinn glared at the soldier.
"I've been monitoring Baras' communications, Lieutenant," he said distastefully, "He only implemented the order recently. Probably to keep us away from Corellia."
The two men had been butting heads ever since Pierce was picked up from Taris. Quinn hated how the Lieutenant was always trying to undermine him or find ways to get around his orders. He had such an arrogant attitude that drove Quinn absolutely crazy. Letting his frustration fume, Quinn turned his eyes back to Seyje and spoke sharply.
"Without a signal emitter with Corellia space clearance, we will be noticed the minute we enter the system," his tone eased up slightly, "But I believe I have a solution."
How easily the lies seemed to slide off his tongue. What's more is how quickly his lord took the bait. A broad smile spread across Seyje's lips. At one point, he might've given her one to match, but his face remained blank.
"That's what I love about you most, Quinn. You're my answer man," Seyje purred.
"It is a job that has come with great rewards," he replied with a nod, his voice sounding somewhat monotone.
The words had come out before he fully thought about them. He half-heartedly meant what he said, but it wasn't fair for him to give her false hope like this.
The look on Seyje's face meant he had to backtrack. She had been convinced at first, but now it seemed that she was second-guessing him. Quickly, Quinn grabbed the datapad from his belt, determined to snag the Sith in his trap.
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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...
