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Sharpened Knives - Episode I - Domino

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Scherezade deWinter

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The Galaxy was never a safe place, and yet in recent months, that safety had lessened even more. As gigantic factions opened war against one another, it appeared that no planet or systems were now safe. Some people were against this, vying for peace, preaching patience. Scherezade herself could not be counted among them, her lust for blood becoming better and better known to those outside of her close circle with every war that was waged, with every battle in which she easily took the front line without a second though.

 

The only thing one could control was who they were off to fight; but no one could truly control what others decided to come fighting against them. The dance of death was not one done by mutual consent, and while peering over her Blueprints of Doom, she had come to realize just how lucky the Silvers were, for no knock had come knocking on their door thus. Yet this did not mean they were safe. There were whispers, rumors, coming from the eastern side of the galaxy. Whether those proved to be true or not, there was something she knew deep to her core; a war coming to them had a likelihood of taking too many lives, regardless of whether or not they emerged victorious.

 

Normally, the Blood Hound would not care. A life lost was a life lost, another number on a never-ending array of statistics that did not touch her. Yet in the heart of Silver space, there were those she cared for; those that if any harm would come to, would send her raging and willing to burn the entire galaxy, regardless of what the rules of the Confederacy stated. In the heart of Silver space, there was a child, a child by the name of Jason Dragonsflame, son of Josh Dragonsflame, and Scherezade had loved him from the moment she'd met him, though she'd been entirely too awkward about showing it.

 

So this… this series of training, was for him.

 

And none of them had to know about it.

 

The first round for the day was against @Domino. She had set the meeting at the Training Grounds outide, and had sent work for the blue twi'lek to come fully armed. While she had no intention of actually harming the woman, the woman who she knew very well had worked with her own mother nearly a millennia ago, the entire idea was to ensure they would not hold back when fighting those of east who would come to them; chickens hiding behind bigger empires that could kill them in an instant.

 

And so, Scherezade waited.

 

 

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Wearing

Armor| Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
 

Wielding

10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives  | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets


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Scherezade didn't have to wait long, Domino had been anticipating this meeting for a long time. Her and this nearly Human had crossed paths several times before but had yet to have a chance to talk. The Twi'lek couldn't care less about empires, or wars, or body counts, these things had lost meaning to her a long time ago but still she signed up for training with this girl to find out about the family she belonged to, to see if the name was in good hands. Still, she had decided against going 'fully armed' to their meeting. Her last duel had left her and Synlidwirh being yelled at by the Masters for what had felt like hours, they'd wrecked the gardens had shattered most of the windows in the school in their over the top fight, stepping up her armament after that didn't seem like a wise decision. 

 

 Emerging out into the sunlight, Domino was wearing her personal Vornskr armor that left her arms bare save for the leather leviathan bracers that started just below her elbow and continued to form fingerless gloves over her hands. Strapped to her back was her pikesaber and her ancient and battered lightsabers were sheathed to her hips where they wouldn't bounce around, an equally well used stal-11 was holstered to her thigh, and a pair of vibroknives rode in a shoulder sheathes to finish off her armament. Lastly she wore her usual diadem as most Twi'leks traditionally did. Most would consider this overkill but what was the point of training for a fight if you didn't intend to fight that way? She had at least left off her grenades and wasn't using her Beskar armor. 

 

 It was with a casual tilt of her head that she studied the young woman across from her as she tied back her lekku with a strip of leather, mild interest written across her face. "So, which are you?" She had never learned the exact lineage of the person standing across from her, the deWinters weren't exactly a public family and Domino honestly hadn't cared enough to force a confrontation to learn just how closely related she was to someone Domino knew. 

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Scherezade was not aware that hers and Domino's path had crossed at all. During those events, Scherezade had been stuck in the space between dimensions, and it had been Madalena who walked around in her body. Madalena, who had no memories of Endelaan, not the proper way, who had been certain Endelaan was a magical made up kingdom that she and her brother had conjured as children.

 

Had it not been for her meeting with Razelle, Scherezade would probably have needed more time to realize why this beautiful twi'lek was familiar to her. But she remembered. Domino had been there, when Scherezade and Brayden were but babies; she had held them. Of that, Scherezade was sure. But what had happened since? And how many more of those who ran with her parents were still around, still alive, still breathing?

 

Scherezade looked Domino over, taking in her lekku and her gear. The lekku was always such a sensitive part of twi'leks, and she couldn't help but wonder why they rarely went through the measures of protecting it better. Not that it mattered much; Domino had been alive long enough to know her lekku would be targeted by people who held nothing back, and if the Mandarlorians came knocking on Silver doors, not holding back was exactly what they were going to do.

 

Which was she?

 

The Sithling frowned. "You were there when I was born," she said, "you held me in your hands on at least one occasion," she added, "we can go have a drink after this," came the last addition, followed by the most charming smile she could muster.

 

And then came the Kinetite orbs, forming quickly in the Blood Hound's hands, magnificent orbs colored pink and purple, shooting one after the other at @Domino.


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 "Ah, the baby." Seemed like everyone was coming back one way or another. "I'd forgotten your name." The way Domino said it held no apology or malice to it, she was simply stating fact. Her duties as her mother's demon and acting as governess of Ilum and Cloud City had stretched her time thin. And of course there was her own emotional trauma muddying those days. Then the child flung a pair of kineite attacks at Domino, the style of attack and their coloration proving she was her mother's daughter as assuredly as any DNA test.

 

 Almost casually Domino reached behind her to grab the haft of her staff and brought it around, turning sideways-on Scherezade as the Terentatek tusk infused weapon sliced through the attacks, dissipating them. "Your mother's attack, it's what she used during her fight for ascension to Queen you know." She looked to her own hand where her own kinetite was forming, beaten blackish purple shot through with violent pink as if it were lightning flashing across a night sky. "It's been a favorite of mine since she taught it to me." 

 

 She tossed it at her sparring partner, letting it arc through the air before splitting into two, and then four.

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