Seyje walked through the airlock into the ship and was surprised to find Quinn standing just inside the doorway. He jumped as soon as she appeared, but quickly turned his gaze away and sullenly followed her into the main lobby of the ship. The crew was seated on the plush couches, waiting anxiously. They stood as soon as the two of them appeared, but Seyje simply shook her head and sent Quinn off to the medbay while she retreated to her quarters. All eyes darted between the two of them with confusion, but no answers were given. Jaesa and Vette dashed after the Sith, following her into her quarters.
"What happened to you?" the Twi'lek asked.
Seyje ignored the question. She dug around in the multiple drawers of her room, looking for any extra medical supplies so she wouldn't have to go to the medbay, and cursed under her breath when there were none to be found.
"Master, won't you at least talk to us?" Jaesa begged.
"There's nothing to talk about," Seyje muttered as she rummaged through yet another drawer.
Vette stomped over to her and snatched up her wrist. The Sith hissed in pain and looked up into the glaring Twi'lek's eyes.
"You're injured. You're angry. And you're telling me there's nothing to talk about?" Vette demanded.
Her lekku twitched with the frustration in her voice. Seyje noticed Jaesa looked equally as anxious. With a huff, the Sith yanked her arm away, revealing the blood-stained bandage.
"No. There isn't," she snapped crossly.
"Master, you're bleeding!" Jaesa exclaimed.
She rushed to the Sith's side and took the bandaged arms into her hands. Seyje tried to pull away, but wasn't fast enough. Jaesa flinched as a drop of blood seeped out into her palm. Vette shook her head.
"That does it. You may not want to talk right now, but you're sure as hell going to the medbay this instant," she said starkly.
There was no resisting the two of them, so Seyje allowed them to guide her through the ship. Broonmark and Pierce gave her puzzled glances as the trio walked by, but the only answer they received was a shrug from Vette.
They reached the medbay just as Quinn was leaving. He visibly winced when he caught sight of Seyje, and fled to another part of the ship before Jaesa or Vette could question him. They went inside and Seyje seated herself on a bed. Her apprentice immediately started gathering the necessary supplies.
"Ok, now that was wierd. What was up with him?" Vette demanded, crossing her arms across her chest.
Seyje glanced up at her.
"What are you talking about?" she asked blankly.
The Twi'lek stared at her incredulously. Even Jaesa paused to give her a funny look.
"Oh I don't know, maybe the fact that your own husband just ran away from you when really he should be the one in here fixing you up," Vette pointed out.
Seyje's stomach tightened. She couldn't have this conversation with them. Not right now. It was still too soon to tell them anything. Besides, she didn't even have answers to any of her own questions yet. The Sith turned her head away and stared at the floor.
"It's not for me to say," she whispered. "Not yet."
The two girls glanced nervously at each other. The tension in the air was almost suffocating as the silence ticked by.
"Master, did Quinn...do something?" Jaesa asked.
The words dug deeper than they should have. Seyje stiffened and tightened her jaw, determined not to give away anything, but the way the two girls gasped told her she already did.
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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...
