SWTOR: The Davire Legacy

[2015] Main Chapters: Prologue

Footsteps echoed through the empty hallway as the messenger made her way to the bridge of the citadel. It was the only area in the entire building with windows, and it was also the smallest. Every other room in the once abandoned structure had been transformed into a high-tech monitoring and communications hub. It was a rather miraculous feat, the Rattataki wondered.

Her employer's team had sliced into every important holofrequency and camera across the major planets from the deep core worlds to the edge of the outer rim. The people in this building knew exactly what was going on across the entire galaxy, whether it was military, civilian, or criminal activity. They had the power to change it, though her employer made the final decisions. It was very similar to how things used to be back on Dromund Kaas – before the Star Cabal ruined everything.

The messenger walked into the bridge, where the one in charge of operations was sitting with their feet propped up on the nearby desk.

"I've got those records you wanted," she said, putting the datapad in the gloved hand. "Should I go tell bug-boy we're ready?"

"That won't be necessary, Kaliyo. He's already on his way up." The accent was almost not Imperial, hinting at a Republic tone as well.

"Whatever," the Rattataki shrugged.

She walked out, leaving her employer alone with the data. The blue screen opened in the air, whirring quietly as the figure shifted through the pages. A beep from the entryway signaled her associate's arrival.

"Agent," he greeted as he came to stand by the desk.

"Have you found them?"

"Indeed. We tracked the four of them, and have made the necessary arrangements for their arrivals at our desired locations – when the time comes, of course."

"Are they aware of each other?"

"No, Agent. We found there were extra precautions taken to hide the existence of those in the enemy faction, due to the intervention of the Councils."

The leather chair creaked as the agent sat back, stroking her chin thoughtfully. "Interesting. I did not expect them to step in so soon. The girls' training hasn't even began. What about their history?"

"We are the only ones with a copy of the information."

"Good, good...though I wouldn't doubt some of the Lords and Masters have already seen or at least heard of it."

Silence fell between them. The Joiner slowly drummed his fingers against his thigh, catching the agent's attention.

"Speak, Vector. What is it?"

"Agent, we don't fully understand why these four girls were chosen," he said with a confused shrug.

A small smile spread across her face. "Because of their bloodline. I've been looking through the ancestry of every padawan and acolyte that's been brought to Tython and Korriban, and none have even come close to compare. The power in their blood is as fascinating as it is dangerous." Her eyes trailed to the window as she fell silent, her mind sorting through the information she held. "Either way, they require our complete attention and monitoring. We might as well take advantage of their existence while we can."

The figure stood, going to stand in the window as she folded her hands behind her back. It was quiet in the bridge, except for Vector's footsteps as he followed to stand beside her.

"Agent...we wonder about two of them. They are not as–"

"Rational? Compassionate? Pragmatic?"

He nodded. The agent sighed, closing her eyes.

"I am aware of this. The Empire will not suffer much, only be worse for the wear. The Republic, however...they will suffer because of her." Sapphire eyes opened, hardening into a glare across the populated plains below the citadel. It was a leap of faith for all of them. "But it will also be strengthened. With our team and the other two to watch them, it will all balance out in the end."

"And if we are wrong?"

The agent was silent a moment.

"If we are wrong, then the galaxy is doomed."