Face My Fears, Orchestra, Slowed
Weddings. What do you do at them?
Dominik had been to a few of them. All but one of them he wasn't invited to. Star had put Dominik in charge of her wedding with her previous husband, Raxis. It still seemed not all that long ago to Dominik, only a couple of years. But that happens when your mind goes blank for ten years as you soak in bacta. All the other weddings he had been to were to kill someone. An attendee, the groom, the bride, sometimes a mix. Mostly rogue sith at the time, or political officials the Sith Assassins wanted dead way back in the day.
So when Dominik hid a gun within his
tux, he reminded himself that he wasn't going to pull it on anyone. A Mandolorian wedding would be the worst place to do that. For a moment he regretted not having his old beskar armor with him. Every other Mandalorian would have theirs. But then he remembered that he wasn't a Mandalorian, and wearing that armor here would be a slap in the face. Good thing he didn't have it then. He'd get it back soon enough, anyhow.
He had ridden with Star to this wonderful planet. He didn't have a ship of his own quite yet. Hadn't found one he liked and Star was pretty much been bringing him around to The Family activities. So there was a few days before the big event. And man, was this place gorgeous. Dragons flew in the sky, and the warrior in him wanted to see what it was like to ride one, to tame one. A fantasy for another day. Trees, lakes, green.
From what he could remember of his home, his birth planet, it was something like this. As Star was busy setting things in order for the wedding Dominik tried to be of help but her clan had everything handled. He wasn't needed. Star was busy herself so he had taken to long strolls, listening to the waves of the lakeshore, and as much as it brought him some amount of paranoia, to lay down in a grassy field at noontime. It had been... a
long time since he had taken a nap. Or slept that well. No gunfire, no whirling and clicking of a fan, no buzzing of electric lights. Just wind carrying the gentle commotion of people talking and getting preparations underway. It was really, really nice. He wanted to marry Star and Cynthia and Jade himself just to be able to lay there for a few more days before going back out to whatever battlefield they would find themselves in.
But it was time for the wedding.
Dominik checked to make sure his small slugthrower was still on him safely tucked away for the third time before he rechecked his bowtie in the mirror, then made his way to the celebrations.
There were some somewhat familiar faces from the raid against the Zero Gang and the previous event at the Star Lounge, along with some new faces from Mandalorian clans. Well, new helmets, anyway. All the armor and guns, walking around, and it seemed only him, The Donna Ivory herself, that gruff lupine all in black, and the brides were to be armorless. Aside from some of the kids running around, that was. Even with the armor, there were a lot of really good looking women here. Dominik wasn't a womanizer by any means of the words, it was simply the male in him that noticed. And man, had it been a long while.
Then he spotted
Niki Priddy
, also wearing nice formal wear. He hadn't interacted much with her on previous occasions, but from how she stood and moved her head, he could tell she was feeling some form of awkwardness. It could have been all the new people, or how she was dressed differently than everybody else. Though a passing dragon overhead caught her attention, her mouth turning from an anxious frown to a cute, content smile as she looked up at it.
He walked up to her, swiping two glasses of something purple and drinkable, and held one out to her.
"Those things are beautiful, yeah? And still, more armored than the two of us."