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As Daenyra Adas walked into Darth Vowrawn’s safe house, she felt jittery.
Not the kind of jittery that a big campaign made her feel, but the kind that came with anxiety, with the nervousness of the unknown. Shab, she hated the unknown. A hand rested on her shoulder and Daenyra heard a voice, “Is everything allright, Boss?”
Vette’s blue eyes met Daenyra’s silver ones, and the Sith shook her head, “I don’t know.. I’m.. shab, I’m stuttering.”
Vette’s expression hardened, “Don’t beat yourself up, Boss. I know you’re scared, and I’m here. Nobody’s going to mess with us now.”
Daenyra sighed and she nodded, “I… Thanks, Vette. I think I needed to hear that.” Vette laughed softly, “Any time, Nyra.”
They continued on, and as a Sith rushed out, swinging his saber at Daenyra, she parried his attack. Wow. Her father sure was paranoid, she mused, darkly entertained.
The lord that she didn’t recognise again tried to attack her, but she heard her father yell, “Stop. Lord Qet, stand down.”
The newly identified Lord Qet, obviously loyal to her father tried again, “My lord, retreat, I will stop this assassin!”
Vowrawn rolled his eyes, and he sighed, seeming so old, “There could be ten of you, and you would still fail. Leave us.”
Daenyra shrugged, “I don’t care if he wants to be here.”
Vowrawn, seemingly not recognising his own daughter half bowed, “Spare him and my forces, they pose no threat to you, or your Master.”
He gave her a charming smile, and Daenyra’s heart shattered, he didn’t recognise her… Her own father didn’t remember her face. If she wasn’t a Sith, then she would have likely cried right then.
Vowrawn continued, oblivious to Daenyra’s inner conflict, “I must applaud you, please do convey my congratulations to your master for his superior game play. I ask only that I not suffer the indignity of decapitation.”
She knew in that moment, that he was most definitely NOT shabing with her, and that he truly didn’t realise that she was his daughter, “Use your ears, Vowrawn, if I had wanted you dead then I would not have begun to talk to you. I am not working with Baras. I serve the Emperor, and you are not going to die by my hand!”
Vowrawn gave her the signature Sith ‘Things are going to get interesting’ grin, “If that is true, the game is renewed!”
(a few days later)
Corellia had been hard, Daenyra thought, as she sat on her bed, slowly untangling her hair for sleep. Hard because her own father didn’t recognise her, and not even her force presence had jogged his memory. She curled in on herself, trying to stop herself from crying.
“Master/Boss?” She dimly heard two voices at the same time, both belonging to Jaesa and Vette. She curled in on herself further, blinking hard to stop the tears.
Vette looked at Jaesa and she whispered, “Can you get the supplies, I’ll take care of our Sith.”
Jaesa nodded once, and she raised an eyebrow, “Holoprojector, sweets, unhealthy food?”
Vette nodded once, “Yes please, thank you!”
Vette carefully walked over to Daenyra’s bed, and she wrapped her arms around the Sith, who just buried her face into Vette’s chest, tears streaming down it. Vette gently squeezed Daenyra, to help ground the Sith. She heard Jaesa enter, closing the door behind her.
The Sith apprentice set up the holoprojector and raised an eyebrow at Vette, “What should we watch? I’m thinking something that’s comedy, not something that’s too violent right now.”
Vette shrugged, “I think just put on some music, let Daenyra choose when she’s feeling better.” Jaesa jokingly saluted, and she turned on some music that washed over the room.
Jaesa gently slid onto Daenyra’s free side, and wrapped her arms around her Master’s shaking body. She rested her head against Vette’s as the pair just held Daenyra in their arms, allowing the Sith to breathe.
Daenyra woke up what felt like only a minute later, and she tensed for a second, then she relaxed as things came into focus. The beings holding her were Vette and Jaesa. She smiled, and allowed herself to relax, feeling at peace for the first time in what felt like... months.