Private Cerulean Shimmer

[Domina Prime]

Everybody says greetings and goodbyes
Everybody pays, no one knows the price
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We know the price of sin, the sin of sacrifice
I know I'll sin again, but who can save me twice?




Darth Carnifex | Darth Xyrah

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Your head is always in the clouds Dima, eventually you'll get to close to the sun. A tickling notion, one the blossoming mind welcomed with an almost morbid fascination. As if she were a moth eager to burn by a light so captivating one couldn't do anything more than just draw closer. An assured destruction, the light at the end of a tunnel that the Xeno had only just begun to enter. It was maddening, the dark, like a cosmic force threatening to twist the soul and mind.

She had been trapped in the dark so long, surrounded by a softness one could mistake for safety but to Dima only reminded her of a cage for the mind and body. Haunting and vivid memories of TITAN poisoned her mind even now, causing a dreading paranoia. The procedures, the stillness of a soul gone stagnant after being addled and choked to suffocation by mind twisting medications and conditioning.

She was only there a short time, and the damage done made Dima feel as if she were there for decades. All sense of time becoming lost to her and existence spiraling into a one way destination of flames and guaranteed annihilation. She would have self destructed if she spent another day in that place, neigh, another second.

A beautiful mind should never be imprisoned and drowned.

They tried...they failed.

And now here she was. So big, so grown up. Sharper, better. And as the tall Xeno shifted along the streets of Thustra as the hustle and bustle of civilians made the city bubble and pop with activity due to what seemed to be...recent celebratory events. Flower petals danced in the air as music blared and showman in elaborate costumes danced and sang in sheer delight and warmth, bringing a shimmer to the young aliens naive eyes as she gasped audibly.

"W-woah! Wow! X9, X9 look! The COLORS!" She shrieked into the air, failing to keep a low profile as was requested by her escort. The young girl absolutely enamored with the entertainers colorful outfits and interesting costumes. She reached out to touch one of the dancers as they bounced by. Her clawed fingers were knocked away however by her droid who was quick to regain her focus.

"Yes Dima i see them they are very lovely. C'mon now focus! All we have to do is deliver the stone, then you can watch the show for as long as you want!" X9 explained, levitating in the path of Dimas helm to block her from watching the streetshow. "NOW Dima! Moff Yashiv if expecting you!" They warned, making Dima stand on her tip toe talons while mushing the droid aside.

"Aww man booo! Why can't someone else do it Dima wants to stay!" She whined, the droid staring at her deadpan and leaning in closer.

"Because they want to meet the one who KILLED the thief and RETRIEVED the stone! Its a GOOD thing Dima is means they are impressed!" X8 tried to encourage her, making Dima roll her many eyes and fold her four arms over her chest.

"Bah! They had it coming, they tried to steal Dimas ship. It's their own fault they died. They killed themselves really~" She scoffed, making X9 shake their robotic head back and forth.

"No, no. Dima no thats not-"

"Ohhhhh, town tasties~" Dima gasped as a cook walked through the city with a wagon full of delicious smelling snacks, Instantly drawing the tall Xeno away as she approached the wagon and drooled inside her own helmet. "Parties have the BEST foods~" She chittered lowly.

X9 was TRYING to drag Dima to a rather large building in the city. Butler droids with trays of various exotic drinks and treats drifted by around the property, heading into a large hall filled with guest from every walk of life. Incredibly wealthy investors, successful businessmen, Drug Lords, Tycoons, political types, government envoys.

One of which was a man. A Moff to be exact, who was very impatiently waiting for a certain alien to arrive with their goods.

The Riff Raff of a Xeno with a beautiful albeit fractured mind was however still in the streets meddling about. She was very out of place here, and had little interest in completing her actual task with all these LOVELY distractions around. It wasn't her fault the planet was in the middle of a big party right? After all who WOULDN'T get sidetracked?

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The man fell to his knees, the blaster and what remained of their hand following shortly after. He was a remnant, a relic of a bygone age, holding tight to the trappings of what once constituted power. His unform was pressed, custom-tailored with extra trim and piping. The rank he carried was not earned, it was underhandedly taken. Regardless, any weight it might have held was utterly spent, the New Imperial Order had all but faded into distant memory. The man fumbled blindly at the echoes of ghosts.

"That was severely unwise," rumbled the voice from the man, nay -- titan, towering over him. The man attempted to rise, some half-mumbled threat on his lips, but a boot straight to the stomach silenced him. He fell back, rolling across the floor before coming to a stop. The titan turned slightly to regard several Sephi that stood off nearby, a younger man of clear halfblooded ancestry amongst them. "A thousand apologies, but I will not stand for such ill manners. The esteemed Moff merely forgot his place. May this lesson serve to jog his memory."

This happened all within the Thustra Palace, once housing the royal dynasties of the Sephi before being converted into a fortress by the Imperial governate that replaced them. In the years since the collapse of the New Imperial Order, the self-aggrandizing General-Governor of Thustra had styled himself something of a monarch of old and ruled quite arbitrarily. He'd forgotten his place in the galaxy, and after pulling a weapon on the towering man had to be swiftly and severely reminded of it. He'd merely grabbed the Moff's arm, and severed the hand below the wrist with one swift unarmed strike.

"The next lesson will be his last, should it come to that." The Moff did not attempt to rise again, but merely writhed in agony on the floor. "But, I do believe we have more pressing matters to attend to. Chiefly, the new Thustra that shall soon arise." The Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Carnifex, smiled softly, though the expression conveyed no warmth.

Domina Prime | Darth Xyrah ​

 

[Darth Xyrah]

Saryn happily sipped a goblet of wine while he watched his beloved husband make a thorough example of the planet's supposed governor. Oh, how he enjoyed watching him work. And he was quite content to let his husband handle the affair his own way. A pair of Type 2 HRDs of his own design, garbed in scandalously skimpy dresses sewn from expensive Cantonican golden silk, attended to his whims, one of them wafting away at him slowly with a large fan while the other fed him grapes. He'd missed visiting Thustra and indulging in it's luxuries. He had Sephi blood in his veins, after all, and even had family here whom he kept in regular contact with. Some of his upper class relatives were even in attendance today, more than pleased with the incompetent Moff's maiming by his husband. He had not been a popular ruler.

He eventually spoke up when his husband had finished severing the Moff's hand. "As you can see, the terms we offer are more than agreeable. Flourishing trade with the Sith holy worlds. A chance for Thustra's political dominance and independence to grow in this portion in the galaxy. Even your own brand new automated army and fleet, manned by my exquisite battle droids. And all we ask is that you assert Thustra's status as an independent nation when those Alliance fools come knocking and try "inviting" you into their glorified mess of a political system."


Darth Carnifex
Domina Prime

 

[Domina Prime]

It's better to have loved and lost
But the feeling, it comes at a cost
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My poor heart is my only friend, only friend
Trouble Walks Beside Me Till My End


Darth Carnifex | Darth Xyrah

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Oh what a grand day! Absolutely captivated by the collection of festival foods and sweet cakes and snacks piled high within the xenos many arms as the darling of a lass followed along after her Droid who after an annoying detour had by some miracle managed to Drag Domina towards the Thustra Palace.

"C'mon c'mon! This way! Hurry before we're too late!" X9 hurried her along, leading Dima along as the girl plucked a cake wrapped in some kind of plastic from the pile of things in her arm. Tossing it into her mouth and feeling her taste buds dance as those large alien ears fluttered like birdwings on the side of her head, almost threatening to take flight as the sweetness overwhelmed the young aliens senses.

"Mm! MMMN! So good!" She quipped out, chewing rather messily as she followed her droid into the palace. "This treat taste like strawberries and sugar!" She sang, oblivious to most of her surroundings and far to distracted stuffing her jaws with random meats and sweets she had managed to procure. "Ya know X9 you are like...TOTALLY missing out. If you had teeth like Dima, this one could share some sweets with you..." She thought for a second before furrowing her brows in realization. "DO robots eat sweets?" She asked, never having actually thought about it before as she then called out to X9. "Hey, hey X9! Do you have a favorite food? Dima likes squid soup! Do droids like soup?" She asked harmlessly, only further annoying the droid as it weaved between crowds of Sephi.

"Not now! They should be here somewhere~" X9 dismissed, trying to figure out where the individual they were meeting was hiding.

Turns out, they weren't hiding at all. A small audience gathered in the palace around some poor man holding their arm after having just been...unhanded by the God-King.

The Crowd did not remain for long with the arrival of the Xeno. Her body barreled through the Sephi gathered, forcing them to either dissipate and clear a path or be ran through as her tail reached out ahead of her and shoved many aside at once so she could easier follow her droid.

"Move it move it, coming through!" Dima rang, holding way to much to bother trying to walk around people while taking another bite of food and chewing as she finally stood upon the Moff whose hand was still laid on the floor with blood staining the ground. Dima grimacing a bit and kicking the floppy hand around the floor a bit. "Ew, yuck!" She quipped before crouching downward and scooping the hand up into her claws, using it and playfully rubbing the sobbing Moffs shoulder with his own hand. "O-oh, poor thing! There there it'll be ok! Dima is sure someone can fix it for ya it'll be fine!" Dima tried to cheer them up before nudging them with her elbow. "Psst, hey...need a hand?" She joked, handing the Moff their own severed hand, believing that her joke was perfectly timed and super sensitive of course.

The Moff was not amused.

"Dima NO! Stop that!" X9 shrieked upon realizing who Domina was conversing with.

"Whaaaaaaat? Dima is just cheering him up! Gosh, you guys are no fun~" She snapped back, tossing the Moffs hand to the side and rolling her eyes before going to move on. The droid intercepting and levitating in Dimas face.

"No you oaf! THIS is the contact! He is who we are here to meet!" X9 clarified, making Dima grimace and glare down at the whimpering and sobbing pile of mush on the floor.

"...Really?" Dima questioned, narrowing her many eyes and twisting her lip in a curl. "Ew, what a loser~" She blurted out childishly.

"DIMA!? Our meeting is WITH him!"

"Paaaaaaaaass. Domina does not associate with prey~" She turned her nose up at them, taking the stone she had been tasked with delivering and just dropping it into the Moffs lap before immediately walking off. "This one can't be seen hanging out with sniveling little wee wees! Manda would laugh at this one~" She put simply, looking over her shoulder and sticking her tongues out at X9 who still lingered by the Moff.

Suddenly, there was a wall. A wall she smashed directly into, scattering her sweets and foods and even spilling some ONTO the wall she had bumped into due to her lack of focus.

That wall? Darth Carnifex. A towering beast of a lifeform that, when Dima turned around to her front all five eyes went from looking straight ahead to slooooooooowly craning upward.

"No! Dimas food! What the hell who put a wall here- uh oh~" She quipped, noticing it was not a wall she hit but a man. And with all that honey-like orange sauce spilled all over that fine cloak too! Dima reached out to try and rub some of the mess off the mans cloak, only for her quantum sharpened claws to pass through the fabric and shred and entire hole through it as Dima gasped. "Oh sorry! Oh man, oh boy, oh sugarsnaps~" She chittered, just making the mess so much worse in attempts to clean the stains off the Dark Lords fine fabrics.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The sudden intrusion and resulting commotion was unexpected, but not surprising. He sensed it before it happened, His eyes drawn to the door before it was flung open. The creature that emerged was intimately familiar to the Dark Lord, for He'd watched it grow from a small clutchling into the monstrous creature it was now. It, rather she, stumbled through, knocking aside several of the Sephi attendants and pushing some of them directly to the floor. After a brief moment of mockery to the disarmed Moff, she accidentally slammed into the Dark Lord and was repulsed back onto her posterior. The Dark Lord, for His part, was unmoved, the only inconvenience being the food that was haphazardly spilled upon Him.

"Domina, Domina, Domina. I am quite positive that many people have imparted the wisdom of looking where you're going before." He didn't sound angry at all, rather He sounded amused; like a scolding parent who couldn't help but find their child's antics humorous. He held up a hand, gesturing for her to stop. "Do not worry about the cloak, Domina, it will be fixed later. From what I have gathered, you have prior business with the poor governor. I was unaware, otherwise I would have waited for it to have concluded." His eyes fell upon the hovering droid, the name X9 rising up in His memory.

"Tell me, X9, what was Domina's business with the Moff?"

Domina Prime | Darth Xyrah ​

 

[Darth Xyrah]

Saryn arose from his seat, approaching his husband and Dima and gently chuckling. "Don't worry about the cloak, husband. I ordered fifty spares when I bought it for you.", he said with a smirk, snapping his fingers at his servants, one of them rushing off to fetch one of his husband's identical spare cloaks, before peering at Dima. "Hello again, Domina. It's been a long time indeed. I apologize we, err, maimed your business associate here before you could conclude your own business."

Soon enough, Saryn's HRD servant returned, swiftly removing Carni's spoiled cloak for repairs and quickly replacing it with a spotless new one, with well rehearsed ease. The servant politely bowed before returning to stand beside Saryn's side. "And indeed, husband. I too am curious what has brought our friend here."

Domina Prime
Darth Carnifex

 

[Domina Prime]

I Don't Wanna Die But I Don't Wanna Live Like This


Darth Carnifex | Darth Xyrah

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"Domina, Domina, Domina. I am quite positive that many people have imparted the wisdom of looking where you're going before."

The Xeno gasped and blushed behind her mask as she put her lower hands behind her back and kicked her taloned feet at the floor as if she were being scolded. One of her upper hands nervously coiling and playing with her hair as she averted her gaze away from the stained cloak she had ruined and towards the floor as that massive, elongated tail flicked and swished about.

"Uhhhhh, well ya know. This one may have heard that once or...maybe twice before~" She chirped. Not wanting to admit how often she usually got scolded or in trouble for this exact mishap. She slowly shuffled to the side, as if trying to slip away from this whole mess until Carnifex brought up the Moff she was technically here to me.

"Do not worry about the cloak, Domina, it will be fixed later. From what I have gathered, you have prior business with the poor governor. I was unaware, otherwise I would have waited for it to have concluded." He mused, making Dima cross her four arms and tip her nose up at the very idea.

"W-who? Dima? No no, you must be mistaken! Domina would never be caught associating with flimsy little people. Nope, not Dima. Never~" She murmured while laughing nervously. Slightly embarrassed to be caught meeting with such a weakling as Carni asked X9 what was really going on.

"She stopped a thief...she was going to receive an award but now i don't think thats going to happen. So i guess that means no shinies huh Dima?"

Dimas ears perked up and her expression softened.

"H-huh? Wait what? No shinies?" She echoed, her face twisting into a deep frown behind her mask as that tail rattled behind her in agitation. "Hey we did not agree to th-"

She was suddenly cut off by a shorter, rather beautiful boy in a fancy, golden dress approached.

"Hello again, Domina. It's been a long time indeed. I apologize we, err, maimed your business associate here before you could conclude your own business."

Dima squinted suspiciously at the well dressed and feminine boy~

All five eyes dilated to focused pins as all five of her eyes examined the boy from behind her masked visor.

She abruptly reached out with those dangerously sharp claws. Dragging her claws like a comb through that golden kissed blonde hair as Dima chittered lowly.

"Again? Does this one know you? Pretty little godborn?" Dima asked honestly, her naive innocence encouraging her to break into their personal space as Dima proceeded to use one of her other clawed fingers to tug and pluck at that golden dress he wore. "No, no Dima would remember such fine hair...such soft, delicate flesh~" She mused before focusing her gaze on his outfit. It's gold dazzling and drawing her gaze like a moth to a flame. "Dima likes your dress! Dima wishes she had such a pretty dress~" She pouted, Dima pulling her claws from Saryn and lifting up the fabric of her own purple dress and looking at it with a saddened expression of jealousy and envy. "Dima should get a pretty gold dress too~" She murmured to herself more than to anyone else. Quickly becoming distracted as Dima pondered what new clothes she could probably afford with her...incredibly limited allowance from her Mandalorian Antics.

Dima refocused her many eyes upon the towering God-King, squinting through her mask and tapping her chin thoughtfully for a moment as she tapped her foot.

"Hmm...has Dima seen you somewhere before? Your tallness seems familiar~" She mumbled naively. Not even crossing her mind that only so many years ago she was in a room with him and another godborn who promised her the world at the cost of 'population control' Whatever the fuck that even meant with the rodents like humans creating constant piss soaked replicas of themselves.

Nor the time they dueled, and his mighty blade cracked the very earth asunder during their bout. His flesh just seemed less...charred than it was during that time.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"In lieu of whatever paltry reward the worm was going to throw at you, I'll substitute it with one of my own." The Dark Lord was flush with riches, more than just currency as well. It would not be a difficult matter to requisition something to give to Dima for her services rendered. Even though it had not been with Him directly, He was responsible for the termination of whatever contract she had made with now deposed Moff. Speaking of which, the Dark Lord's gaze briefly settled back on the handless Moff before a pair of attendants in black cloth moved to apprehend the man, dragging him away and out of the room.

Then the Dark Lord looked back to Dima. "You were quite correct in calling the man prey, Domina. He was craven and opportunistic in his role as Moff of this world, but now he'll find new purpose as food for my hounds." They had been particularly kept hungry this time, making them rather ravenous. They would enjoy the meal their master provided them, but the hunger would never truly go away. Fortunately, the galaxy was filled with fools who's destiny was little more than slaking His beast's hunger. A meal was always guaranteed.

"Come now, Domina. It can't have been that long ago." The Xeno's, for a lack of a better term, airheadedness was not surprising. That was why X9 was there to keep her on track, and not let her wander off. "We've met several times before, even before you wore the trappings of a Mandalorian." Yes, He had been there to watch the adolescent Dima when she was imprisoned on TITAN. After she'd broken free, He met her again several times. One time ended in a fight, but another took place in a fancy board room. Even when they didn't meet face-to-face, the Dark Lord kept a close watch on her at all times.

"Surely, the patient X9 can fill you in."

Domina Prime | Darth Xyrah ​

 

[Darth Xyrah]

"Why thank you! I like to look my best!", Saryn said with a warm, tender smile. "And agreed! I shall have to take you clothes shopping sometimes soon! We'll get something custom made for you.", he beamed with delight, a soft giggle escaping him when Dima started more closely examining him. She was certainly curious, a trait Saryn admired greatly.

"I'm guessing given your work for the Moff here is currently complete, that you might be between jobs now? My husband and I are always looking to acquire the services of capable individuals like yourself! What do you think, husband? She'd make a fine addition to our retinue, wouldn't you say?"

Darth Carnifex
Domina Prime