SWTOR: The Davire Legacy

[2015] Main Chapters: Part 5

Korriban

The sun had begun to set on the dry planet of Korriban. Outside in the courtyard of the Academy, Seyje had found an abandoned construction ledge with the lift still working. She now sat up there alone with her thoughts, and thought it was quiet in her surroundings, it was a racket in her head.

I'm a mutated freak, my father was mysteriously murdered, the Dark Council thinks I'm a threat, Darth Baras wants to use me for Force-knows-what, and my adopted mother is going to die. Could this day be any worse?

Seyje groaned loudly and lay back on the cold metal. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but she was too tired to walk back to the acolyte quarters right now. She looked up at the sky, the colors starting to fade into the navy glow of midnight. Only one star had appeared so far, and it twinkled brightly despite the competition of the sunset. Seyje smiled softly. There was something about the stars that brought peace to her fretful mind. They were so far away, and yet so close it was as if she could hold them in her hands.

On a whim, Seyje reached one hand up towards the sky, the other supporting her head. "I wish, I wish, upon a star, to fly with destiny, to a land afar," she murmured. It was a phrase she had grown up with, though she had no clue where it came from. None of the other acolytes seemed to have heard it before. It's probably a children's rhyme meant to help them fall asleep at night.

Seyje sighed. As much as she wanted to stay outside, sleep would probably be the best thing for her right now. The Academy kept tight security, and if she didn't go in soon, she would probably have to go through nightly inspections before being allowed into her quarters. I am not getting patted down by Lord Abaron again. That pervert...ugh. With a grunt, Seyje stood up and headed for the lift.

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"Psst. Seyje! Wake up!" a hushed voice whispered.

Seyje groaned, her groggy mind registering the speaker as her student Nataya. "What the hell do you want?" "Get up! You have to get up!" she insisted. Seyje rolled over in her bed with another groan, turning her back to her student. "Mmrh, no I don't. I'm not in training like you. Go away..."

Nataya smacked her on the rump, and Seyje jumped up in bed, smacking her head on the bunk above her. "Ow! Damn it, Nataya, what the bantha turds do you want?" she exclaimed. Nataya started pulling her shoulders. "There's another acolyte here claiming to be taking his place as Baras' apprentice! He's announced a challenge against you!"

At those words, Seyje kicked all her tangled blankets to the end of the bed and stood up. "A challenger? What's his name?" she asked as she started getting dressed. No one had ever even tried such a thing against her before. He must be new here. Good. I could use a decent fight against another student.

"Vemrin."

Seyje paused, her hands on her boots, and glanced up with a brow raised. "Does he realize his name is two swapped letters away from vermin?" Nataya shrugged. "Probably, but he certainly doesn't look like a vermin to me." Seyje rolled her eyes, and stood up.

The armor she donned was not that of a typical acolyte – it was the next step up. The green tinted armor had a dark stripe down her torso that extended into her inner thighs. The chest-piece donned a protective part that covered her collarbone, shoulders, and halfway down her arms. The red gloves and metal-plated boots added a splash of color to the accentuating outfit.

Seyje did a little spin in the room, twirling her warblade in her hand. "How do I look?" she asked playfully. Nataya laughed. "I think Vemrin is going to be a little too distracted to fight." Seyje flashed her a devilish grin. "Perfect."