SWTOR: The Davire Legacy

[2015] Main Chapters: Part 1

~~~16 years later~~~

Korriban

"Kehel, you must attack if Telo falters. Don't hesitate!"

"Yes, Mentor Seyje."

The two acolytes sloppily side-stepped around each other, their movements choppy and unbalanced. Seyje refrained from rolling her eyes and sighed.

"Stop."

Her two trainees paused, their heavy breaths filling the silence. Kehel was a dark-skinned, medium built male with an oval-shaped face and high cheekbones. He appeared older due to the fuzz mustache growing on his face, but was actually the younger of the two. Telo was a light-skinned, somewhat thinner built male with a more egg-shaped face. Both had dark brown hair, Kehel's parted on the side while Telo's parted down the middle. Kehel wiped the sweat from his brow, hunching over to catch his breath.

"That was like watching a bantha drown," she snapped irritably. "Go again, and hold nothing back."

"Yes, Mentor Seyje," they replied in unison.

The sounds of their training sabers echoed in the upstairs room of the Academy. Seyje's mind soon wandered away from her students. She had been raised in the Sith Academy on Korriban ever since she had been brought here as a four-year old girl. Lord Veshta had taken it upon herself to raise and train the child, noting her remarkable connection to the Force at such a young age. Seyje had been allowed semi-free reign around the Academy's halls until she was eight before her instruction officially began. Since then, the young girl had trained under six different Overseers, never being told why she switched hands so often. Seyje was just as smart as she was stubborn, and she quickly learned to dodge the typical Sith merits thrown at her. Instead, she grew up observing her fellow acolytes and the Overseers, eavesdropping on their secrets and learning their fighting techniques.

With time, Seyje had become the most powerful acolyte in the Academy, more so than most of the apprentices. She had been granted the right to train others how to fight after besting Overseer Rance in a duel, and while such a feat should've been honored, the Dark Council chose to ignore it. Instead, they refused to grant her a real master, blocking her from advancing through the Sith ranks.

Just thinking about it made Seyje's lips curl back into a fearsome snarl. The Dark Council had no reason to be holding her back like this. I've more than earned my place. I deserve the proper recognition. A grunt of pain broke through her thoughts, and she turned her head to see Telo standing triumphantly over Kehel, who was laying on his back grasping his left bicep and grimacing in pain. This time, Seyje did roll her eyes. "Enough. We're done for the day." Kehel groaned as Telo helped him to his feet. He all but cowered under Seyje's piercing gaze. "I expect more from both of you tomorrow. The Overseers won't give you the same chances I do." Her students bowed, and left the room with a slight limp to their steps.

Seyje went out and stood on the walkway overlooking the main hall of the Academy. Everything here that wasn't a red imperial flag or an imbedded wall light was gray – gray walls, gray doorways, gray probe droids. It was a cold and uninviting atmosphere, where being alone was often the only self-defense. Twin stone stairways led down to the middle of the room where there loomed a rune covered obelisk; white wisps swirled around it. The strange carvings on the four flat sides each represented a part of ancient Sith history. Two had the remains of ancient text inscribed on them while the other two had the faces of famous Sith Lords, such as Ajunta Pall, Tulak Hord, Marka Ragnos, and Naga Sadow, whom the tombs of Korriban were named after. Guarding the main entryway were two towering hooded statues, the very same design of those on the landing pad where Seyje arrived as well as all around Korriban.