The Sherastiliin Legacy

My agent on Dromund Kaas.  She’s stubborn and it gets her into trouble.

Most of the conversation with Watcher Two at the end of this is directly from the game.

Darth Jadus doesn’t look too happy.

“Agent?”  Shaydia swam towards consciousness, “Agent, can you hear me?”

“’liyo,” she managed to murmur, recognizing the Rattataki’s voice.  Everything hurt.

“Agent, what in the void happened to you?”

Hearing the note of almost concern in Kaliyo’s voice, Shaydia forced her eyes open, wincing as the light stabbed into them, “Where am I?” she was at least able to form complete words this time.

She turned her head to see Kaliyo leaning against a nearby pillar, “Med station.  One of those creepy guys that were in the room with Jadus came out; following a slave they apparently recruited to carry you.  He didn’t say much.  Told me to learn from your errors or some bantha dung like that.”

Shaydia groaned.  The med droid injected a stim and the aches began to recede.  “Apologies, mistress,” it said, “Pain relief had to wait until consciousness returned.”  She nodded, moving gingerly to a sitting position.

“So, what happened, Agent?  I leave and you nearly get yourself killed.”

“I refused to kneel to Jadus,” she stated, rolling her shoulders to loosen the stiffness there, “And I told him I would not be his puppet.”

“Gutsy move.  I’m guessing he didn’t approve.”

“Lightning,” Shaydia sighed, “He shot lightning at me until I passed out.”

“Must be his way of trying to convince you to change your mind.  Did it work?”

“Yes, it was, and no, it absolutely did not,” Shaydia’s voice was firm.

Kaliyo nodded thoughtfully, “It’s personal, isn’t it?”

Shaydia frowned at her, “What?”

“Your unwillingness to follow orders from a Sith, any Sith,” her voice lowered slightly, they were still in the Sith Sanctum of the Citadel after all, “You just plain don’t like Sith.”

“I’m not going to have this conversation here.”

The grey-skinned woman shrugged, “Honestly, Agent, you know as well as I do that if they want to listen it wouldn’t matter if we were talking in the Senate Tower on Coruscant or the Jedi Temple on Tython, they’d still find a way.”

Shaydia sighed, Kaliyo was right, of course, and her defiance to a member of the Dark Council was only going to mean she was watched that much closer, “When I was seven I was forced to watch as a Sith killed both of my parents,” she said finally, “And then he separated me and my sisters.  He tore my family apart.  So no, I don’t particularly like Sith.”

Kaliyo nodded, “Can’t say I blame you, Agent, but I don’t think anyone actually likes them.  It’s more they’re too scared to argue than because they actually want to help that makes people do what they say.  And these are the people who don’t get themselves shocked to within an inch of their life.”

“She was much closer to death than that,” a new voice chimed in, “And I hope it’s not all Sith that you don’t like, Shay.”

Shaydia turned and smiled at the one Sith felt she could trust, “Nia’ree, what are you doing here?”

“I was reporting to Zash and heard a stubborn agent stood up to Darth Jadus.”  The Chiss replied with a smile.

“She healed you,” Kaliyo said.

“Thank you, Nia’ree.”

“It was my pleasure to help.  Just don’t go ticking off any more of the Dark Council.  You will end up dead.  I wouldn’t even do that.”

Shaydia shook her head stubbornly, “So much of my life I haven’t been given a choice in, if standing up for what I want gets me killed, then so be it.”

Nia’ree shook her head, “I’m not going to say anything else.  Take care, Shay.”  The Sith disappeared into the Sanctum her Dashade sliding out of the shadows to follow her.

“Not a very Imperial attitude, Agent,” Kaliyo said wryly, “We’re all supposed to be mindless drones, happily doing the bidding of our superiors.”

“You two are dangerously close to treason,” Watcher Two’s voice crackled through the com as she broke in.  Shaydia made a face.  She had forgotten the Watcher could listen in.  “We need to move on with your mission, Agent.”

Shaydia pulled her holocom out and the tiny image of Watcher Two popped up, “Yes, of course, Watcher Two.  I’m here, what’s the situation?”

“We’re still working on full analysis of the slave’s files, but we have a new lead,” the woman almost sounded like a droid, “Proceed to the Nexus Room Cantina in Kaas City.  I’ll brief you once you’re in place.”

Shaydia nodded and then took a chance and said, “You’ve been here longer than I have.  What does it mean when Darth Jadus calls you in?”

“I wouldn’t know.  It’s never happened before.”  Despite the words, Shaydia got the distinct impression that the Watcher did not think it was a good thing, “Catch your breath, then get to the cantina.  Watcher Two out.”

Kaliyo smirked, “A cantina.  Sounds like fun.”

“Yes, I’m sure cantinas in Kaas City are just like the ones on Nar Shaddaa and Hutta that you’re used to.”

“Getting a little testy there, Agent.  I’m sure they have alcohol, and I think you need some.”

“Right.  Maybe Intelligence will pick up our tab.”