Private Found in The Void

[Domina Prime]

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Wild Space, ATLAS Research Facility


Costello held his gaze steady on the clouded, static riddled holorecording as the visceral conflict played again and again on repeat. Flashes of a ally, a strange alien mandalorian that Costello had only come to know as 'Dima' moved through the battle with a destructive, primal fury worthy only of the most feral of savage beast. The recording was disruptive, but it displayed just enough to make out what all had happened then, when they were assigned to a special assignment in the outer rim against an unknown organization he and his compatriot found themselves ambushed in a highly...bizarre attack, that seemed almost specifically designed and targeted towards Dima herself, being the most dangerous asset they possessed at the time. They in some miracle of luck managed to subdue and capture the deadly lifeform, and in doing so left Costello alive to do what he could from his end to make sure that wherever they took her, he could follow. And perhaps do some good to save someone who had saved his neck more times than he could count and often made him look way to good in front of his bosses on successful assignments and thus it would also be such a crying shame to lose such an exotic and vicious asset.

But more importantly, above all else.

He had to know why...he couldn't shake it off and forget. He couldn't turn the other cheek...he couldn't let it go. He needed closure and this was the closest he ever was to attaining some real answers. He had spent some days investigating the this mysterious 'Organization', countless dead ends had finally gotten him here. To the Space Station known only as Atlas. A relatively low key location but clearly highly privatized, it reeked of money and inhumane science, always owned or funded by unsavory powerful people, the types you'd regret crossing. A highly guarded location seemingly holding countless unknown treasures or nightmares. The station fascinatingly enough was built into the remnant of an asteroid. Costello was led here by a number of old ship records that had this station as their most recent visit after the attack on The Reef weeks ago; luckily not everyone wiped their previous destinations from their ships drives and this gave him lead he needed.

He wondered what criminal organizations were affiliated with the place. He was confident he could scrounge up some information on their clientele from their archives since they are likely to be meticulous about who enters and leaves their station. Knowing this kind of place, their security was undoubtedly effective.

But luckily such an obstacle had never held him back before. And now he was here. Floating weightlessly in the emptiness of the void; the cold nothingness helping to soothe his aching mind as Costello neared the gigantic hull along the side of the vibrant red space station. Adjusting himself while floating the boy directed his legs downward and let himself clash directly with the hull, his boots smashing into the steel of the station and releasing a rippling rave of electrical energy as he stuck himself to its surface.

He remained still, letting the magnetic pull of his suit fully stick to the station before standing his full height and pulling one foot off of the hull and moving it forward, taking one leg after the other and traversing the metal surface with a scanner in hand. Reading the screen as he inched ever so closer to the specific duct that he needed to get into. When the Scanner began to go off rapidly Costello grinned from under his hooded mask, leaning down and taking a knee as he examined the hull only to find a port. Activating his comms, the mysterious ally called directly to Kranak Vizsla , having called the most recent numbers in Dimas ship logs and finding her Mandalorian allies of the Enclave to assist in the search and rescue of the captured Xeno.

"Overlord this is Starsign, phase one is accomplished, confirm ready for phase 2~" He mused, taking a breath and twisting his neck nervously.

Fiddling with his scanner he plucked a cord from the device and plugged it into the open port on the station and began to meddle with the security protocols for one of the ducts. Atlas's security was normally very tight but luckily he had managed to get this special device from someone who once used it to rob the place completely undetected. But since the old geezer had long since retired from such a life Costello was lucky enough to attain the device which still had Atlas's security codes programmed into it. The codes changed regularly, but the device downloaded its algorithm which allowed it to attain every future code directly from their own system. Complicated little gadget, but still easy to use; or at least for him it was. Costello was not exactly a renowned thief but the man knew how to stalk around without being detected by sensors or other forms of security. Still, had he not had this convenient little scanner he might of never gotten this far.

"When i deactivate their systems, their automatic defenses will be down and i'll open their main hanger doors! You'll have resistance, which will give you time to do your warrior thing and give me time to get to the control room and do the clickity-clack on the buttons aight?" He breifly reviewed with Kranak over the comms. "Now it's gonna be confusing in there when your inside, the place is massive. But i'll point you in the right direction and do what i can to warn you about anything coming your way." He warned, sweating within his space suit as he inhaled deeply.

After about ten minutes of fiddling with the port a exhaust duct popped open beside him, revealing a long narrow tunnel inside the station just as the entire stations systems were scrambled and deactivated, giving the Mandalorian strike team a chance for their assault so the rescue could begin. He huffed, silently thanking the gods that it worked and unplugging the device and stuffing it into his pocket, pulling himself into the vent as it closed behind him and making his way inside. Infiltrating Atlas from the outside of the station and making his way to security and control room somewhere within the bowels of the asteroid.

So far, so good.

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[Kranak Vizsla]

Tags: Domina Prime

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An old Union pattern M30-S Gunship, painted jet-black with no distinguishable insignia adorning her hull, translated out of hyperspace in the far fringes of the Outer Rim, virtually in the middle of nowhere, with its transponder turned off. The gunship’s engines shut off shortly after coming out of hyperspace, its thermal profile and signature erased without a trace not long after, drifting in space; even though he was out of their scanner range, the gunship’s pilot took any and all measures to remain undetected by the scanners of the research facility he intended to infiltrate.

This desolate part of space was good as any other for running operations considered dubious, yet highly profitable, at the very least.

The nature of the facility, as well as the mission, had very much reminded him of their rescue effort for his daughter who had gone missing after Panatha.

Upon being informed personally by a man nicknamed ‘Starsign’ that a Foundling had gone missing and taken captive by a shadow organization of some kind, the giant had set everything aside, and had embarked on the mission to rescue the young one by himself. Although the Vizsla Alor harbored a level of suspicion regarding the situation, weighing the possibility that it could very well be a trap set up by one of the many enemies of the Enclave, he had to act assuming a Foundling was in fact, taken captive. The situation was delicate, and there was no time to waste.

Although he did not have the opportunity to train and get to know more of the Foundling in question, they had met before, and in a rather unique way, namely on that fateful day the Enclave had laid waste to Panatha. Witnessing the young one’s feats of strength in battle, the young Foundling had left quite the impression on the grizzled veteran that day.

She must have met her match if she was in fact taken captive.

Sat on the pilot’s seat inside the cockpit, the giant’s gaze underneath his helmet’s white glowing visor swept over the facility nestled inside a cluster of sizable asteroids as he viewed the screen before him. His suspicions of the possibility of walking into a trap ever present, the giant let his guard down not for a mere moment, keeping an eye on his scanner, monitoring his sector for any traffic.

His scanners hadn’t picked up any ships in the region so far; and the cluster of asteroids in question, where the space station was located at, was within visual range. He could see spires, antennas and other electronic apparatus jutting out the largest asteroid among the bunch with the help of the gunship’s optical instruments.

Nothing appeared overly suspicious that would hint at a planned ambush so far. He was briefed with the truth then, the giant assumed.

Not long after the giant had translated out of hyperspace, ‘Starsign’ chimed into his comlink over a secure, encrypted channel.

"Overlord this is Starsign, phase one is accomplished, confirm ready for phase 2~" He mused, taking a breath and twisting his neck nervously.

<”Overlord to Starsign. Confirming readiness for phase two,”> The giant reported in following right after the end of the man's transmission, confirming his readiness. The giant’s hand reached and flicked a number of switches in sequential order; the gunship shook and shuddered softly in response, as the giant began aligning the ship with the facility’s main hangar as ‘Starsign’ continued the last minute review of mission briefing.

"When i deactivate their systems, their automatic defenses will be down and i'll open their main hanger doors! You'll have resistance, which will give you time to do your warrior thing and give me time to get to the control room and do the clickity-clack on the buttons aight?" He breifly reviewed with Kranak over the comms. "Now it's gonna be confusing in there when your inside, the place is massive. But i'll point you in the right direction and do what i can to warn you about anything coming your way." He warned, sweating within his space suit as he inhaled deeply.

<”Overlord copies all. Waiting at the ready,”> His response to Starsign’s transmission brief and to the point, the giant began to wait for the signal to initiate a high velocity infiltration maneuver, passing time with last minute weapons and equipment checks, all the while keeping a close eye on the optical instruments monitoring the station.

He didn’t have to wait for too long, he easily made out a faint, monotonous beep going off inside the cockpit in between the crackling and shuffling of his weapons and gear. Checking the screen, the tab showed the giant the fluctuating power levels of the facility. Switching the tab to his optics, he witnessed the defense grid of the facility power down, with the hangar bay opening slowly.

This was it.

The gunship shook with a shudder stronger than before as her engines grumbled to life. Throttling the gunship forward at full power, it did not take him long to close the distance between him and the facility, closing in on the main hangar rapidly. He had to get in there before the station’s defenses powered back up.

With just five hundred meters worth of space left to cover, the giant momentarily cut power to his engines just a moment before he performed a J hook, and faced the rear end of the ship towards the main hangar. Restoring power to her engines once more the Mandalorian engaged the gun-ship’s auto-pilot, and engaged a landing sequence for the latter to carry out in his stead as he stood up from the pilot’s seat and made his way to the empty troop compartment at a brisk pace.

Coming to a halt before the gunship’s ramp, the giant held his Paranaor blaster rifle at a low-ready stance, waiting for that familiar, gentle shudder of the gunship, her landing gears pressing firmly against the ground; the Vizsla’s muscles had tensed up for the anticipation of a firefight already.

He didn’t have to wait for long, as the familiar feeling he anticipated washed all over him from underneath his feet, soon enough. The ramp lowered swiftly in a few seconds with a distinct hydraulic hiss, a moment after the successful landing sequence into the hangar; a security guard staring down at the datapad in his hands, oblivious to the nature of the intruder and unaware of the breach in the station’s defenses, stood a few feet away from the ramp as it lowered.

“Nice landing, but you’re not scheduled for-” the man’s words were cut short as the rifle in the giant’s hand barked once at the gentle pull of the trigger, sending the man sprawling onto the ground on his back lifelessly, with the top half of his cranium gone missing; a faint white smoke gently trailed off into the air from the fatal head wound as a small puddle of blood began to pool on the ground by his head, growing slowly larger with each passing moment.

Walking down the ramp at a brisk combat pace after dispatching the contact, the giant kept the rifle raised at the fore, scanning his surroundings for any more contacts. He could see frantic movement on the other side of the main hangar; a number of human-like silhouettes moved to-and-fro behind the windows of the traffic control room, placed up high at the far end of the hangar, overlooking the entire hangar from a dominant view.

Guesstimating the range accurately with just a mere glance at the target, the giant aimed the underbarrel grenade launcher’s tube up high as he accounted for the projectile’s drop-off over such a distance, and pulled its trigger. With a distinct thump, the forty millimeter grenade shot out the tube, briefly gliding in the air before slamming against the traffic control room’s window.

<”Starsign, Overlord. Infiltration successful,”> the occuring loud explosion, and blaring fire alarms would reflect into his transmission. The occasional pained yelps and shrieks from the wounded or the dying would intermingle with the sharp whine of the giant’s blaster rifle during his following transmission. In combat and under incoming enemy fire as blaster bolts whizzed and snapped close by, the Mandalorian sounded eerily calm and collected. <”This should get their attention. Work as quickly as you can.”>

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[Domina Prime]

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Wild Space, ATLAS Research Facility

"Feth, feth feth feth! This is the last time i crawl through vents for anyone i swear!" A disgruntled voice complained through his helm, hands and knees shimmying ahead ever so slowly as Costello made his way into the core of the station from the random entry port he had used. Piercing light shining through a vent as the commotion and chaos of whatever the Mandalorian had done left those in the station highly distraught. Nearing the opening of the vent, Costello slowed himself, leaning in and peering down into the room to see where the hell he even was only to notice he was lingering somewhere above the lounging area complete with entertainment and games, clearly some sort of resting station for those who worked within the facility.

It seemed that the room was mainly empty, save for two humanoids dressed in lab coats bickered back and forth in hushed tones as soldiers and security stomped heavily through the hallways, making their way towards the landing bay where Kranak was causing a disruptive ruckus. The two seemed nervous, less so about the intruders on their ship and more about something else as Costello listened in carefully, wondering what the true nature of a place like this was.

"Dr, Dr you need to calm down! Our security has this under control you need to relax!" A chiss mused, the larger, taller Kaminoan shaking their head and pacing back and forth frantically.

"No! I know whats happening! I was on Titan when Mandalorians raided the facility! And now its happening again! Feth! First they destroyed titan, all my lifes research and work in smoke! Then they ravaged Kamino and my instruments were lost, and now here we are, again, being attacked by a Mandalorian! What the hell is their problem why won't they leave us alone!" She snarled, her first clenched and the other man putting his hands up to feign surrender at the increasingly angry Kaminoan.

"Look, look i understand we've been down on our luck lately, these last few years have been less than stellar but that doesn't mean we sho-"

"Oh it's been more than bad luck! I swear things around here have shifted focus ever since the program where we tampered with the nether realm! Ever since you lot pulled th-that THING from the void we've had our focus shift! And especially after the fall of Titan, once you lost the asset 18 we were done! Honestly it's a miracle The Mandalorians, savages that they are, even bothered taking 18 as their own! They have a creature they don't even understand walking around in their armor like it's one of them for gods sake i mean who let that happen?! Do you have ANY IDEA WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF 18 IS ALLOWED TO GROW TO HER FULL POTENTIAL?! THEN WE ARE ALL GOING TO HAVE REAL PROBLEMS!" She ranted, barking and hissing more and more violently as the Chiss man backed up a step with each word shouted.

"I-i get it i do! Look, we'll Call Miss Striga and we'll explain the situ-"

"I want off this station and i want off now! The Organizations obsession is clouding their judgment, Subject 18 is lost and we need to face that! She has assimilated their barbaric culture there is no saving her now or the program! Face it, it FAILED!" The Kaminoan spat, cutting the Chiss off again and again while stomping her tall body forward more and more. "We need to terminate 18, if we can't have her, if we can't be the ones to direct her evolution then she must be destroyed! We can't let Mandalorians influence and manipulate her behavior or she will eventually grow beyond the control of anyone she'll be a danger to every living creature she encounters and force sensitive lifeforms will be forced to face an enemy they don't understand. You think she's dangerous now, do you know what will happen when her hive instincts kick in?" They asked, leaning in nice and slow. "Any living world she comes into contact with will be at risk. It's time to pull the plug, we've played this game as long as we could."

Costello stared, his heart racing as he recorded the entire conversation and uploaded the entire thing to Kranak Vizla, and while it would have been very distracting to hear on the comms Costello felt this was not a conversation you could relay back to someone in a game of telephone.

"You getting this? Listen i don't know what they're talking about, but it clearly all has somethin to do with Dima. Whats this about the nether and hive? Assimilation? I've only ever seen her in the armor, so what exactly...is she? Are we safe? Doing this? I'm not cutting and running or anything but this is all pretty...alarming things to be hearing you know that right?" Costello mused, sitting there in the vent and watching more as the two scientist went on to walk out of the room, bickering to one another and heading to a certain direction opposite of where security went.

"Feth, kark it, she saved me too many times i owe her this one solid." He cursed quietly to himself, taking a foot and slamming the heel of his boot into the grill cover of the vent, snapping it off its hinges and falling down into the lounge room, activating his stealth tech and camouflaging as he tip toed to the hall, peeking around to spot the Chiss and Kaminoan as they hurriedly made their way to what Costello could only assume was wherever they were holding Dima.

"Mando! I think they might be planning to hurt Dima. I'm going to try to intercept them! I don't wanna be the guy to rush you while your getting shot at and all but i'm not a good shooter and there are a lot of these guys. And a lot of weird stuff in this place, be careful coming in alright!" He warned, tailing the two scientist through the facility and while passing a human woman with what looked like a high level ID card Costello professionally tripped a running soldier who then ran straight into the scientist, the cumsiy collapsing of the pair allowing Costello to slip the ID card from their coat and continue his pursuit of the Chiss and Kaminoan.

Kranak Vizsla

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[Kranak Vizsla]

Tags: Domina Prime

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As fast as the firefight had begun, the volume of incoming fire from the security detail present in the station’s hangar bay began to dwindle by the second, every time the giant gently squeezed back the hair trigger of the big rifle in his hands; although the defenders had the numerical advantage over the Mandalorian, they severely lacked the necessary firepower, armor, combat finesse and experience to match the giant of a Mandalorian in combat.

The rifle’s fire selector set to ‘SEMI’, the rifle in the giant of a Mandalorian’s capable hands barked one last time at the gentle squeeze of its hair trigger before the hangar bay plunged into an eerie silence, with only the whaling klaxon accompanied by a flashing bright red light every two seconds disturbing the quietness that had settled in; the last of the defenders in the hangar fell to the floor face first as the man tried to make a break from his piece of cover for one of the blast doors leading out of the hangar bay as the blaster bolt struck the back of his head.

The last man dispatched with lethal precision, the Vizsla walked at a combat pace in the hangar bay towards the blast door leading into the rest of the facility; stepping over one of the corpses of the security guards, the giant came to a halt and reduced himself to a crouch over the man’s body. Letting go of the handguard of the rifle in his hands for the moment, the giant reached for the ID card hanging from the vest the unmoving body had on his vest.

Although the defenses of the station was knocked out of action for the moment, along with the internal security of the facility, swiping the ID card on the card readers over the closed and locked blast doors leading into containment zones could prove to be beneficial, seeing as it would allow him access around the facility faster, rather than spending a minute or two slicing through a door, or finding other means to bypass the security.

Tucking the security guard’s key card into his chest rig, the giant rose from his crouched stance and continued making his way into the facility.

The blast doors automatically opened and retracted to their housing with a mechanical hiss as the giant came close enough for its movement scanners to detect him and allow passage inside. Peeking into the corridor at the side of the blast door’s frame, the Mandalorian was met with a hail of blaster bolts as soon as he had peaked his head out. The blaster rifles and pistols barked and whined distinctly with each shot ringing out the barrel. Counting the distinct gun reports of their weapons, he accurately deduced their numbers. A small squad of security guards, numbering no more than seven, had set up makeshift barricades fashioned from crates and empty barrels against the intruder down the corridor, firing from a fortified position.

Pulling himself behind cover as soon as the first shot rang right beside his helmet, the giant quickly reached for a Flash Grenade from his grenade bandolier in response. Priming the grenade in his hand, the Mandalorian chucked the device at the blast door’s frame opposite to him. Thrown and rolling deep into the hallway, the giant calmly waited for the grenade’s short fuse to run out and disorient the defenders; a blinding white light and a deafening bang rang sharply out into the hangar bay from the corridor a mere moment after.

Wasting not a second, the giant sprung into action swiftly as he pressed on his offensive against the facility’s defenders; The blinded and deafened guards fell to the ground one by one on their backs as the giant fired on the move at a pace that allowed him considerable movement without foregoing accuracy.

It wasn’t long after taking out the small squad of security guards, his shared comlink channel with ‘Starsign’ crackled to life once again; but this time he heard the voices of strangers speaking to one another. Although her agitated demeanor had her curse like a drunken spacer, he could easily discern one of them to be a Kaminoan from the elegance of her voice.

"Dr, Dr you need to calm down! Our security has this under control you need to relax!" A chiss mused, the larger, taller Kaminoan shaking their head and pacing back and forth frantically.

"No! I know whats happening! I was on Titan when Mandalorians raided the facility! And now its happening again! Feth! First they destroyed titan, all my lifes research and work in smoke! Then they ravaged Kamino and my instruments were lost, and now here we are, again, being attacked by a Mandalorian! What the hell is their problem why won't they leave us alone!" She snarled, her first clenched and the other man putting his hands up to feign surrender at the increasingly angry Kaminoan.

"Look, look i understand we've been down on our luck lately, these last few years have been less than stellar but that doesn't mean we sho-"

"Oh it's been more than bad luck! I swear things around here have shifted focus ever since the program where we tampered with the nether realm! Ever since you lot pulled th-that THING from the void we've had our focus shift! And especially after the fall of Titan, once you lost the asset 18 we were done! Honestly it's a miracle The Mandalorians, savages that they are, even bothered taking 18 as their own! They have a creature they don't even understand walking around in their armor like it's one of them for gods sake i mean who let that happen?! Do you have ANY IDEA WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF 18 IS ALLOWED TO GROW TO HER FULL POTENTIAL?! THEN WE ARE ALL GOING TO HAVE REAL PROBLEMS!" She ranted, barking and hissing more and more violently as the Chiss man backed up a step with each word shouted.

"I-i get it i do! Look, we'll Call Miss Striga and we'll explain the situ-"

"I want off this station and i want off now! The Organizations obsession is clouding their judgment, Subject 18 is lost and we need to face that! She has assimilated their barbaric culture there is no saving her now or the program! Face it, it FAILED!" The Kaminoan spat, cutting the Chiss off again and again while stomping her tall body forward more and more. "We need to terminate 18, if we can't have her, if we can't be the ones to direct her evolution then she must be destroyed! We can't let Mandalorians influence and manipulate her behavior or she will eventually grow beyond the control of anyone she'll be a danger to every living creature she encounters and force sensitive lifeforms will be forced to face an enemy they don't understand. You think she's dangerous now, do you know what will happen when her hive instincts kick in?" They asked, leaning in nice and slow. "Any living world she comes into contact with will be at risk. It's time to pull the plug, we've played this game as long as we could."​

Vaulting over a waist-high crate blocking his path without difficulty and continuing to make his way deeper into the station, the giant’s brows had furrowed with mild concern as he listened to the live recording of the back and forth between two on-site research personnel. What the feminine voice had said raised a lot of questions in his mind; the likes of which he had pushed away the first time he had seen the kid in question. Although the kid had shared some physical resemblances to that of a human, or one of the many near-human races, the rest of her physical traits were wholly… alien. He could not say he had seen a creature or a person anything like her in his life before Panatha.

While continuing to cautiously roam the spacious and well lit corridors of the station with the blaster rifle raised to the fore and at the ready to neutralize hostile contacts, the giant would be denied further thought as ‘Starsign’s voice chimed in a few moments after the end of the audio recording.

"You getting this? Listen i don't know what they're talking about, but it clearly all has somethin to do with Dima. Whats this about the nether and hive? Assimilation? I've only ever seen her in the armor, so what exactly...is she? Are we safe? Doing this? I'm not cutting and running or anything but this is all pretty...alarming things to be hearing you know that right?"

As the man spoke, the giant remained silent, waiting for ‘Starsign’ to finish his transmission. Although he asked the questions Starsign had raised at him to himself now, he could not find an answer to them at that time. There were a lot of things he did not know of the foundling he was tasked with rescuing.

But this was a research station, and a highly illicit one at that. There had to be research data regarding the girl. If they could find that data while rescuing her, then they could also shine down some light onto these questions the both of them had at the back of their minds now.

"Mando! I think they might be planning to hurt Dima. I'm going to try to intercept them! I don't wanna be the guy to rush you while your getting shot at and all but i'm not a good shooter and there are a lot of these guys. And a lot of weird stuff in this place, be careful coming in alright!"

<”Understood, Starsign. Moving to your position now. Remain undetected as long as you can; I will reach you soon.”> The giant responded to the man over the comlink a moment after ‘Starsign’s last transmission; picking up his pace at the man’s words, the giant of a Mandalorian began to move and clear his sectors on the double, starting to rapidly close in on the man’s location in the station; although he did not forego caution completely, he could not afford to take it slowly, seeing as the safety of the Foundling was now in danger with the Kaminoan and her colleague setting out with the intention to terminate her.

He’d have a word with them as soon as he could get his hands on them.

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[Domina Prime]

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Wild Space, ATLAS Research Facility

There were times where all everything felt like some kind of inescapably bleak dream. Verging on the borders of nightmares, the things that consumed the very heart and soul, spreading cancer like a rancid rot through ones consciousness and being. She could feel it more and more now, how dreadful existence can become in the mere blink of an eye. Twisting cerulean optics swimming in a storm of darkness as the strange, alien creature slumbered in a near-comatose state. Her mind wandered, like the waves of the tides they rise and fall, like the moon she waxed and waned. In brief moments she felt like herself, and in others she didn't feel like anything at all.

How had it all come to this? Chance? Fate? The FORCE? Why was she the way that she was? Why couldn't she change? Dima often wondered if she was ever even in control of her own destiny, if she could ever be anything more than a monster. Then again, maybe she didn't wanna change.

For her it was so easy for her. Being a monster. It was effortless, not even second nature, it was her prime design. For to be a monster who had to be what others feared.

She had to be a monster. She fear her very visage cast into the hearts of those around her was undeniable, and her sheer existence, in the eyes of the forceborn was that an abomination. Just some stupid 'thing' born in a lab...better to be destroyed than to be allowed to continue on. Titan wanted her blood, her soul, everything that she is, was, or could be they wanted it for themselves.

The Mandalorians...they never wanted anything from her. Not in the way others did, no Manda only wanted to see Dima grow, to conquer...to live. Predator or Prey, the basics of her very design. They never asked her to be anything less than herself, and for their sake...for the sake of her perceived kin she tried to change. To be more than a bloodied beast, to be noble and beautiful just like them! To be beloved in the eyes of their collective.

But in the end perhaps it was just not to be. Not for her, she wasn't meant for such glorious purpose. As much as she wished it to be true.

Just a monster, and such a wicked creature had no business being righteous and noble. Her purpose was to stain her claws and teeth with the blood of lesser and greater lifeforms. To devour, consume, assimilate. And with Titans grip tight around her mind it would not take much longer for them to get what they wanted.

Was she ever truly meant for anything more?

"Decades of my life given to this operation and all for nothing!" The Kaminoan hissed, shaking her head while she and the Chiss made their way to the massive containment vault for the subject. Finding themselves quickly at a massive door with two keycard scanners on either side of them. Needing to be activated at the same time by two senior members to even open, and thus the two scientist taking their place and lifting their cards to initiate the security to allow them a bypass, the vault suddenly twisting and unlocking as the Chiss glanced over at their co-worker.

"Ma'am, what are you going to do to it? How are you even going to terminate the lifeform?" He asked with concern, the Kaminoan staring for a moment as the door opened before giving a light scoff and disappearing inside.

"Whatever i have to." She murmured, her black eyes landing on the massive restraints and machines that kept the creature in place. A massive metal visor strapped to her skull to prevent any of her senses from detecting her environment. Arms and legs locked inside of a strange straight jacket of sorts and that deadly tail and other lashers kept bound in chains and shackles as strong as Beskar itself. Confident in the device used to contain Dima, she approached until she was merely a couple feet away. Looking up at the thing that had caused so much discord in her life. "Subject 18. You are somehow both one of the most fascinating and exciting discoveries of my time, and the worst omen of strife and chaos in my life." She said bluntly, slowly reaching out to run a finger across the metal chains holding her. "But no longer, today i cut you from the program like we should have years ago. Your Mandalorian friends won't be seeing you again, which is probably for the best. You don't belong among them~" She mused casually before stepping over to one of the consoles.

The Chiss stood at the vault door, uncertain what exactly to do in this situation as Costello, still camoflaughed and leaned against the wall watched it unfold. Seeing Dima up on the platform trapped in the machine he updated Kranak Vizsla for an update.

"They are here! I found her! They are gonna hurt her but she's in some kind of messed up thing that keeps her locked up! I'll stall!" He whispered urgently before withdrawing a pistol from his holster. Tip toeing towards the Chiss before taking a knife in his other hand and stabbing it directly into the side of the mans knee, forcing the Chiss to squeal and fall over just to be caught by an arm around his neck and a gun pushed to his neck. The camo being utilized fizzling out from the sudden scuffle and revealing Costello as he yanked out the knife and put it to his neck, pointing the gun towards the Kaminoan. "HANDS OFF THE FETHING CONSOLE!" He snapped, blasting at her legs, casing the scientist to flinch and stumble away putting her hands up.

"A-ah! WHAT! Where did you come from!? How did you get past all the guards and even get in here?" She snapped angrily. Costello stared and gestured with his pistol at Dima.

"Let her out, now, get that thing off her head, take the chains off." He ordered, the Kaminoan standing there with a defiant look on her face. "DO IT! NOW!" He snapped, the Chiss finding the blade pushed against his neck slicing into the skin and drawing blood to intimidate her to move. But still, she did not.

"I don't think you understand what your doing~" She took a step forward while saying. "I don't know what 18 means to you, but you don't know how dangerous letting something like her exist in our realm can be. She NEEDS to be destroyed, you don't wear Mandalorian armor, therefore you are not Mandalorian. So you must be another party, so see reason. Letting her go would not do anything but let a destructive, unknown creature reek havoc across the stars. And based on what we've been observing, she's already been doing a lot of that. And she's not even fully grown! If you can't stop her now, what makes you think you'll be able to stop her in her Prime?" The Kaminoan asked, Costello getting agitated as he waited for his one man army backup to help him in this jam.

"Don't care, girlfriend used to be a slave turned sith now turned farmer. People change, and you can't decide who has a right to exist and who doesn't. Plus, i just like her jokes~" He teased, suddenly kicking the chiss over to the console and keeping the gun on the Kaminoan. "YOU, deactivate the thing, get her out of it. Or i shoot her then i shoot you and find someone else who can~" He bluffed, the Chiss shaking and clumsily reaching for the console. Doing as he was told fearfully while bleeding out from his leg.

"O-ok! Just don't hurt me anymore i'll do it i'm doing it now!" He panicked, making Costello smirk as the other scientist became furious.

"DON'T DO IT YOU FOOL! YOU'LL KILL US ALL IF YOU LET HER OUT!" She snapped, lunging towards the console to throw the Chiss off.

"Feth, hey! CUT IT OUT! OH FETH!" Costello tried to break the scuffle. "GET YOUR ASS UP HERE!" He snapped into his communications.

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