Saiyah's PoV
The dim hallway glowed red as the two Jedi walked through the Thul building. There was no light emitting from the Force here, for the darkness of the Empire has poisoned and shut out its brightness. Hate, revenge, anger, suffering, all feelings of the Dark Side emitted from the very walls of this place, and the Jedi had to rely heavily on the Force to keep themselves calm and focused on their mission. They entered a large room with red Imperial flags on either side of the archway. A raised metal platform stood in front of them with two ramps on either side to walk up. Lord Nefarid, the Sith apprentice they had been tracking, was nowhere to be seen, but his foul presence was strong. The Jedi Sentinel scanned the platform for signs of Nefarid or any more Imperial guards.
I don't see anyone....
The Sentinel, Saiyah, glanced into the Force and saw a tiny dot of light emitting from the platform in front of them. Sure enough, a distant yet familiar feel emitted from the spot. Saiyah and her padawan, Kira Carsen, walked up the ramp where there was what appeared to be a large holocommunicator. As they approached it, a scratchy voice came from the darkness overhead.
"You truly are a stubborn one. Won't be satisfied until you've completely inconvenienced me, will you?"
Nefarid.
Saiyah looked up to the ceiling and saw nothing but darkness and the shadows of metal beams.
"Come out from the shadows and face justice," she demanded.
Nothing happened, as she was expecting. The Sith spoke again.
"My master is transmitting the most amusing holomessage right now. You really should watch it with me..."
Saiyah felt a dark tremor snake through the back of her mind as Lord Nefarid used the Force to turn on the holocommunicator from his hiding place. Two pixel figures appeared; one was crouching on the ground holding their hand to their chest and the other was standing behind them. Chills crept up Saiyah's back as she recognized the one on the ground.
Master Orgus!
"Assaulting my cruiser alone. Very carless of you, Orgus Din," the Sith stated darkly, almost threatening the Jedi master.
The Jedi master was clearly injured and in no state to fight back. Fear sprang up inside Saiyah, an emotion she usually could control. Not this time. This wasn't just another padawan in danger; this was her master. Her master. He was at the mercy of his enemy, and Saiyah could do nothing but watch as the Sith's plan began to unfold.
"It's not too late Angral. Do the right thing, for once. Surrender," Orgus begged.
That tone of voice. No, it couldn't be. That voice sounded like her Master had already given up. A spike of despair planted itself in the Sentinel's chest. Darth Angral turned to the holocommunicator.
"Pity you didn't bring your student. I could kill you both."
Saiyah's anger flared. Did that Sith honestly think he could defeat her, the Jedi who brought down his entire Planet Desolator project in one fell swoop? She hadn't wanted to kill Tarnis, but he had left her no choice. The angry flame began to subside as Saiyah realized the severity of the situation. At this point, it was very likely Master Orgus wasn't going to escape from the Sith – he could barely move. Any hope she had of rescuing him dwindled and turned to fear. She shifted uncomfortably, and her eyes darted from the Sith lord to her master as he shakily got to his feet. Master Orgus looked at Saiyah, and their eyes locked. His face was expressionless, but she could see the torment behind his eyes. All the memories they had together started to replay in the Jedi's mind at lightning speed – every touch, every word, every kiss, everything. Instinctively, she knew what was going to happen and only had yet to realize it. The air buzzed with the sound of a lightsaber as Darth Angral ignited his symbolic red weapon.

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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...