Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Saiyah awoke with a startled gasp, shaking the water droplets from her forehead. What had happened? Where was she? It was dark. The musky scent in the air indicated a cave. The last thing the padawan remembered was that presence approaching her on the path. She tried to sit up, and found her hands cuffed behind her back. Where –
A strangulated cry came from her throat as Saiyah suddenly realized she could not sense anything. The restraints were Force cuffs that cut off her connection to her powers. The discomfort in her gut quickly warped into a heightened fear as she realized just how helpless she now was. The cave offered no light, no indication of where she was, and without the Force, Saiyah was trapped.
Like an animal stuck in a cage.
The young redhead rolled to the side, trying to gain some momentum to roll onto her feet, but her wrists were jerked backwards by the chain sealed to the floor. Saiyah fell back on her rump with a grunt.
"Where am I?" she hissed, cringing at the fear in her own voice.
Just then, a pungent odor hit her nose, creating a sting in her eyes and making them water. Flesh Raiders. Muffled gargles and noises could be heard nearby. Saiyah pushed herself back up to a seated position, once more testing the cuffs and chain restraining her. No luck.
Ok. Don't panic. Somminick already alerted the Jedi Council. They're looking for me right now.
Saiyah swallowed hard.
I hope.
Despite her years of training, the young girl couldn't stop the bile from creeping up the back of her throat. What did Flesh Raiders want with a Jedi Padawan? Based on their recent behavior, they should've just killed her. Instead, she had been taken prisoner. Something wasn't right. Flesh Raiders didn't function at the same cognitive level as other sentients. They simply didn't have the ability to.
"But if they don't have the ability to make decisions," Saiyah muttered, "then why would they..."
A cold fear settled in her gut, sending chills up her spine.
Someone told them to.
It made sense. The coordination in their attacks. The ambushes along the path. She had encountered Flesh Raiders in locations by the temple that the hostile natives had never even stepped foot in before. How else would they have gotten blasters? Those brutes were far too bulky and hardheaded to be able to pull off a heist, which meant someone had done it for them.
Someone was using the Flesh Raiders to attack the Jedi.
"Why?" Saiyah breathed quietly.
[unfinished]
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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...
