Private Hungry for another one

[Credius Nargath]

The Redoubt was a barren world, devoid of any semblance of society or civilization, with at most a small colony here and there spread out over the desolate, irradiated wasteland that covered the planet's surface. Yet, for some reason, this place had attracted many a scavenger and treasurehunter, all because of one thing: The Tomb of C. It is here that according to the tales a great and powerful man had been burried. A ruler, a lord of men, a Chancellor of a now forgotten faction; the Zweihander Union. While the storms laden with energy crackled through the skies, their sickly green sheen spreading through the thick and noxious clouds overhead, poisonous, green fumes leaked out of the magnificent tomb, statues that had once depicted a great man in several guises had started to erode and corrode, noly a few still carrying any passing resemblance to the one who was supposed to be burried within that tomb...or at least, that was the tale.

In reality though, the one who had been interred within the tomb, wasn't dead, he had simply been hiding, sleeping and biding his time. While his body faltered, his spirit and soul started to wander, traversing through the veil between worlds and spending an inordinate amount of time within the warped void that was the nether, feeding on lost souls, engorging himself on the eldritch beings that lived beyond the veil, strengthening himself to such a point that when he returned to this realm... The Lord of Hunger had evolved beyond the capacity of his own ailing and failing body. Yet, with no other choice than to inhabit his broken, mutated corporeal form until an opportunity would grant him something more suitable as a vessel, the Lord of Hunger had become reliant on his feeding, draining the life out of all who came to his domain uninvited, feasting on those who had a connection to the force, for through their connection, he would regain his youth and his physical strength temporarily.

Deep within the bowels of his Tomb, within the large underground laboratories, the hideout he had created to continue his experiments and his research into solving the issue of his physical instability and his desire to reach beyond the veil without any crux or portal, the Abomination known as the Lord of Hunger had finally gotten his hand on something interesting, a transcript which had been blacked out and which made little sense to those who had no insight, no clue of what to make of it, but Credius, in his capacity as a man of science and sorcery, of commitment and unbridled arrogance did know what it ment, what the transcript ment not just to himself, but to the galaxy.

"So...this is interesting, the idea to create a being with limitless potential and limitless growth," The Monster let out a chuckle as he looked over the transcript, finding it eerily close to the various experiments and research he himself had conducted, whomever had been running the research written in that transcript was perhaps just as demented and immoral as he himself was. "Experiment... 18, very...very interesting."

What he could read, several markers in regards to the appearance and powers this apparent failure had garnered, reminded the Lord of Hunger of Domina Prime , a peculiar specimen, a being of both strange allure and unmatched strength which both frightened and intrigued the man when he had first heard about and witnessed her in action. Yet as much as he was frightened by the power she held, he was intrigued by the potential she could bring to his research, to his own...ascension...

Without much words being uttered, the Lord of Hunger would open up a secure channel, creating a multitude of backdoors and whispers, an invitation would be sent, an invitation to a handful of mandalorians and Her, the true target of the invitation. The Redoubt would welcome her and the Lord of Hunger would be more than willing to strike a deal with this...intriguing subject.

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[Domina Prime]

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You walk along the edge of danger
And it will change you
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Why would you let this voice set in your head?
It is meant to destroy you

Credius Nargath​

The ship hummed through the endless blue tunnels of hyperspace, its silver hull shimmering against the fractal currents of light. Inside, the vast and shadowed hold glowed faintly, illuminated by the radiant, golden steel of the levitating Axe. The weapon hovered midair, spinning slowly, its edges humming with an otherworldly resonance. It sang—not in words, but in sensations: a primal melody that pierced through even the vacuum of Domina Prime's force-deaf existence.

She sat cross-legged on the cold floor, her massive frame bent slightly forward, all five of her glowing eyes fixed on the weapon. The light from the axe reflected off her Mandalorian mask, casting eerie shadows that danced across the hold. Her tail twitched with excitement, flicking and coiling behind her like a serpent, and her claws rested lightly on her armored knees.

In the silence, the phantom presence of Furyia coiled around her mind. It was not a voice but a feeling—both comforting and commanding. It whispered to her through the axe's radiance, urging her, guiding her. Visions unfolded in her mind like pages of a forbidden tome: vast fields of fire mingling with alien flowers that radiated colors she had no words for. The scents, the warmth, the beauty—it was as intoxicating as it was dangerous! The axe pulsed with heat, as though trying to embrace her, to stoke a fire within her very soul~

Her lips curled into a girlish grin behind her mask. "Stoke a flame most majestic…" she murmured to herself, her claws rising almost reverently to hover near the blade. Though its riddles and runes were indecipherable, she felt their meaning in her bones. She was meant to wield this power. She was meant to answer the call. And with the beacon marked after receiving a invitation in secret back channels in Mando'a Prime had indeed received the message.

And with a gentle nudge from the Phantoms hymn, it was answered with urgency.

As the ship suddenly shuddered, lurching out of hyperspace, Domina's trance broke. She rose to her full, towering height, her focus shifting to the viewport ahead. The golden light of the axe still glowed behind her as the ship neared its destination: a dark, dead planet.

Its surface was a wasteland, scorched and lifeless, scarred with jagged ravines and craters that glowed faintly with residual radiation. Great storms raged in the atmosphere, clouds churning like a tempest of ash and lightning. Domina's ship descended boldly into the thick fog, its engines cutting through the haze with a defiant roar. The landing gear touched down with a hiss, and silence returned, broken only by the soft hum of the axe.

The weapon's whispers grew louder, more insistent, and for the first time, Domina heard something clear—a phrase that rang in her mind like a drumbeat of destiny:

"Seek Power and Fire, oh Sister mine… all else will follow."

"All else follows~" she echoed, her fingers closing around the hilt of the levitating axe. Its warmth surged through her like a heartbeat, filling her with both purpose and hunger.

The back hatch of the ship groaned open, revealing the desolate landscape. Domina donned her Mandalorian mask, The axe, now clasped tightly in her claws, pulsed faintly, as though approving her resolve.

Ahead, rising like the jagged teeth of some forgotten titan, loomed a series of pyramids. Their obsidian forms were worn by millennia of decay, their edges softened by the erosion of time and storms. Lightning arced across the sky, illuminating the structures in stark flashes of light and shadow.

Domina pressed forward, her immense frame cutting a solitary figure against the vast, lifeless horizon. Each step seemed to stir something in the air—ancient, watchful, and hungry. Yet she was undeterred, her focus locked on the warmth of the axe, which now acted as her compass, pulling her forward like a magnet.

The closer she came to the largest pyramid, the stronger the axe's whispers grew. The warmth intensified, seeping through her armor and into her very being. The air around her seemed heavier, more charged, and with every step up the crumbling staircase, she felt the weight of something immense pressing down on her.

Inside the pyramid, the warmth became her guide entirely. Darkness swallowed her, broken only by the faint glow of the axe's golden steel. She moved with purpose, her steps echoing in the vast emptiness, until she reached a massive chamber at the heart of the structure.

There, the whispers quieted. The axe grew still, its hum soft and steady. Domina's five eyes narrowed as she scanned the chamber, the silence amplifying her every breath. She tightened her grip on the weapon, her voice low and reverent.

"Prime has come," she said to the void, her words a challenge, a declaration, and a promise. "Now, show This One what lies ahead."

And as if in answer, the chamber began to stir. The air shifted, the shadows deepened, and the whispers returned—stronger, clearer, and more insistent than ever. The ember awaited. The flame would be stoked. All else would follow.

 

[Credius Nargath]

Within the eerie darkness of the tomb, the feeling of being followed, of being stalked like prey would become intensified. The Redoubt was already an unforgiving world, but that image, that perception was amplified by the eerie and macabre atmosphere of the massive tomb she would find herself in, but even then...it wasn't the worst just yet.

A bolt of green lightning struck the top of the pyramid-shaped tomb, coursing through its innards until it reached the enormous chamber in which the Mando Prime found herself, where the lightning itself would be shattered, a sickly pale green light spreading for but a few moments accross the inner chamber, revealing the toll of the graverobbers' curiosity, the treasure seekers' greed and the wanderers' ill choices, for spread around the room were the accumulated remains of five decades of those trying to test their luck, follow their desires and meet with the same inevitable fate of all who were not invited by the monsters that dwelled within the confines of the Tomb of C.

A strange, shimmering tear within the very fabric of space and time itself seemed to come alive as the green glow ignited around it, like a mirror of liquid metal, this rift started to shudder, when out of it, slowly a massive claw began to emerge, followed by two pairs of large skittering legs, thick mandibles and a few pairs of eyes set within a thick carapace. Yet rather than acting threatening, this large beast, towering over even the Mando prime with ease, seemed to try its best to pull itself out of the rift as fast as it possibly could, grasping at the surrounding stone pillars with its claws, trying to find leverage with its segmented legs, only for a loud, agonizing screech to escape from the beast's body.

What looked like a hand, or perhaps more accurately a shadow in the shape of a hand, burst through the lower parts of the beast's carapace, while black, thin tendrils started to jut out of the rift, pulling it into it while a black fog started to roll out of the tear in between dimensions. The more the beast screamed, the more tendrils started to latch unto the beast, until it began to be broken, splintered and shattered as it got dragged back into the endless void from beyond the rift...or whatever had been hunting this beast, an answer which would become clear quite quickly, as with the beast falling down lifelessly on the ground, slowly being dragged into the darkness which seemed to emerge from the rift, the dark fog which had been flowing out of the rift began to take shape, one similar to that of a humanoid male, but wholly without any indistinguishable features apart from the blazing eyes held within what looked like the shadowy figure's head.

What could be seen by those with a connection to the force though, was a thin strand of silvery light leading from this shadowy figure towards the ground, and as the shadowy figure moved towards this strand of light, it suddenly stopped, only now noticing Domina Prime , tilting its pressumed head a bit as it observed the strange and quite extraordinary being opposit to itself.

"Specimen...eighteen..." The voice was hollow, even distant perhaps, fleeting as if it was both present and not at all. Without saying another word, the shadowy figure would turn around and as it did so, the ground would open up, revealing an elevator platform for the Mando Prime to walk onto, while the shadow seemed to completely pass through it.

If she would take the chance to get onto the platform, Domina would find herself rushing down with great speed, the platform bringing her down with almost the same speed as the shadow had been descending. At some point, the platform would stop its descent, stopping abruptly onto a hydraulic lock, while doors hissed and opened within the darkness, revealing a whole host of droids working, walking around with containers, carrying out maintainance and more, while the shadowy figure seemed to continue to move effortlessly, floating around as it followed the silvery strand of light...until it reached what looked like a bacta tank of sorts, where a body of a man decayed beyond the normality of mortality and life was floating, suspended within liquid.

Several tall, eerie-looking droids armed with large black blades and heavy weaponry stood guard as the shadow started to dissappear within the container with liquid. A shudder ran through the entire humanoid body suspended in the liquid, with the being's eyes opening and revealing the same terrifying eyes the shadow had shown to possess. A metallic voice would run through the comms: "Welcome to my current Home...Mando Prime, Daughter of the Void."

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