Private Kark It, We Ball!

[Lord Dvasius]

Lord Dvasius' residence, Fiviune

Domina Prime

Dvasius walked down a long, black stone hallway with a cup of coffee in one hand and a holopad in the other. Having woken up not long ago he was catching up on the news of the day and anything else interesting on the holonet. "All boringly unimportant.", he said out loud to no one. He came up to a wooden doorway to his left that he opened with a gesture of his hand as he took a sip of coffee and entered. The floor had dark red carpeting, there were bookshelves on both sides of him in the room filled with old Sith writings, some ancient artifacts, and books and other bobbles he just found interesting. In front of him were two handcrafted wooden chairs with leather cushions, an also old wooden desk with a holo-computer, a holo-tablet on either side of it, three older, empty coffee cups he'd forgotten or been too lazy to clean up, and other random knick knacks on top with another wooden, leather chair behind it. The Sith moved the wooden chair to his right, again with the force and walked around the desk to his seat then sat down. Behind him a window from wall to wall horizontally and about 2 wide vertically, that was right above the center of the black, stone wall, which was behind his head when he was in the chair, filling the room with sunlight in addition to the artificial light of ornate lamps. His office.

The tired Sith pick up the holo-tablet and pressed a key on it to sync it to the holo-computer in front of him so the information would copy from one to the other. Putting the tablet down he turned his attention to the holo-computer screen in front of him. There was a classified message on it from Tsis-Kaar command "for High Inquisitor Lord Dvasius". Some new target marked for termination. Another day another death, he guessed, in thought. "Bespin", growing underground crime syndicate, something about "tibanna". "Target yet unidentified? Huh.", he said... to just himself, again. Hmm. Didn't seem too intricate a mission, albeit tedious at some parts. He'd planned out how it'd go in his head as always, as he was expected to. It was always at his discretion, as long as it was completed right, with no heart beating left to see or tell, unless intended and specifically requested. Not impossible, but quite a few steps would be... "a pain in the ass" to complete alone. Lately he'd been checking to see if there were any reputable bounty hunters that could help on his more annoying missions or just do the ones he found beneath him for him. None really stood out. He decided to just put out an anonymous contract to any experienced Mandalorian bounty hunter who can do the hard jobs with discretion and no questions asked. Money wasn't a concern and there would likely be more to be gained during the actual mission itself, as the bounty now said.

The Sith Lord sent out the request to the dark web of the holo-net, then found himself with nothing to do. He grabbed a rather large bottle of whiskey on the table and poured himself quite a few glasses that he drank in quick succession as he smoked some "Sith leaf". Eventually his eyes got heavy and he passed out in his chair with his boots up on the desk, crossed over. He hoped he'd awaken soon with either a notification indicating a bounty hunter's response on one of his devices, the holo-tablet he'd fallen asleep with in his lap, holding almost like he was cuddling it, or a knock/ding at his front door or whatever. Who cares? The job would get done, but first he was gonna do some dreaming. Hopefully lucid and of kicking ass, not some nightmare again. The alcohol and smoke should help with that. He lay there in wait, asleep in his black Sith robe, hood up, and snoring with his holo-tablet in his arms while the "Sith leaf" in the ash tray on his desk filled the closed room with gentle smoke before slowly burning itself out.

 

[Domina Prime]

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She Was A Girl Who Dreamed Fields of Flowers & Fire

Lord Dvasius ​

The rain drummed against the metal exterior of the transport, a rhythmic cacophony that blended with the soft melody drifting from the crackling old radio. Inside, the scene was as absurd as it was intimidating. Domina Prime, a creature of destruction and monstrous reputation, lounged in the back, her massive frame almost comically squeezed into the transport's cramped space. Despite the tight quarters, she was utterly at ease, her head resting on one of her four hands as her other three tapped, flicked, or lazily waved along to the music.

Her deep, guttural voice hummed along to the song, her pronunciation jagged but oddly melodic as she attempted to follow the lyrics. "She keep stabbing into my heart, But you can't stab my love away! Knew she was evil from the damn start, She would dance on my fucking grave~"

Occasionally, her claws tapped against the walls or clinked rhythmically on her armor as if she were conducting an invisible orchestra. Her enormous tail, now coiled and mostly motionless, twitched every so often in time with the beat.

The driver, a wiry human man with more nerves than he'd like to admit, flicked his eyes nervously to the rearview mirror. His heart pounded every time he caught sight of her rows of glimmering teeth when she chortled or playfully mimicked the singer on the radio. Her hulking figure was a stark contrast to her casual demeanor, and he couldn't decide if her mood was endearing or terrifying. He chose to focus on the road instead.

The transport jostled slightly as they hit a bump in the dirt road leading to their destination, a sprawling estate nestled in the heart of Fiviune's stormy countryside. Lightning flashed, illuminating the rain-slicked windshield and casting eerie shadows over the estate's towering silhouette.

Domina, unbothered by the shift in motion, extended one of her claws lazily to adjust the volume on the radio, her five eyes narrowing contentedly as the song reached a crescendo. "If you a demon, show your damn claws! And I'll introduce the blood to fang! Under the moon, you look the best, daaaaaarlin...I just can't get our love to break~" She sang while swiping her azurite claws through the air playfully as The Driver gulped, gripping the wheel tightly as they neared the estate's gates. It wasn't every day one chauffeured what amounted to a living nightmare to a potential job.

Finally, the transport came to a stop just outside the estate's imposing entrance. The storm seemed to intensify, thunder rumbling like the roar of some cosmic beast. The driver exhaled sharply, relieved to have reached the end of his part in this strange ordeal. With shaking hands, he unbuckled and stepped out into the rain, quickly circling around to the back of the vehicle.

As he opened the rear door, Domina shifted with a languid stretch, her claws scraping against the metal interior with a screech. She hunched slightly to avoid hitting her head as she stepped out, her full frame emerging into the storm. Her furred cape, slung over one shoulder, billowed dramatically in the wind, giving her an even more imposing silhouette.

She stood for a moment, her head tilted toward the sky, letting the rain wash over her scales and cloak. The faint glow of her azure blood veins seemed to intensify in the storm's half-light, adding an ethereal quality to her monstrous form.

The driver lingered awkwardly, clearly unsure whether to bid farewell or bolt back into his vehicle. Domina noticed his hesitation and waved a clawed hand in an almost comically casual manner. "Bye-bye, little mouse," she said, her voice a low purr as her mandibles chittered briefly. She turned without another word, leaving him to scramble back into his seat.

Domina approached the grand double doors of the establishment, her footsteps heavy yet deliberate on the stone path. Her claws clinked lightly against the ornate metal of the door as she CLINKED, CLACKED, CLUNKED her azure claws along the door in her own unique knock on the door like dragging nails across a board, the sound sharp and commanding even over the storm. The doors loomed large before her, but they were just another barrier to conquer—a formality before her next hunt.

And Domina Prime was nothing if not a consummate hunter, even if the waiting estate held something more intricate than her usual prey. Whatever lay within, it mattered not. She had sharpened her edge in the months since the battle, and now, she was ready to carve her way through the galaxy once more.

All she needed was an excuse.

"Little pigs little pigs, let Prime in~"