The Mad Witch of Manda
Mandalorian Space, Kestri | Local Barracks 10 hours after incident Report
There are so many kinds of monsters when considering the deepest, darkest fears of any given individual. Monsters who do not show themselves and cause trouble. Monsters who abduct children. Monsters who devour dreams. Monsters who deceive us...and monsters...who always cause pain. But the scariest monster that no one seemed to think about...was the monster know one knew of. The unknown. Yes...in a way, in this moment, Dima felt like her own kind of monster now. She had done things...things she never imagined herself doing once upon her time before her blood and her soul had become this strange, twisted...thing. She wasn't always like this, and yet she had this feeling of satisfaction lingering in her gut. Yes...she was a murderer...a killer...honestly she did not think it would be that hard to do but after seeing so much death and the constant taking of life. She felt...filthy...corrupted even. Like in the end violence would be the only thing she would ever be good for, and in that way she wondered if all along the terrible people on TITAN got what they wanted in the end. She felt like an anchor and was starting to wonder just how fast she would sink...and who she would take with her. She had no friends, and god knew the Mandalorians would never truly accept her as their own. She knew this now, that when it came down to it she'd never be good enough for anyone. Not the Mandalorians, not the Godlings devout to their god, not even a lowly mouse.
She felt like a monster...not even an animal like she naturally was. No she felt like a truly sick monster...the kind the parents told their children to fear at night...her existence was a sad and pathetic one. Worse part about it was she did nothing to change it...she had grown so accustom to her way of life she had developed primal tendencies. She felt as if her blood were made of ice...she expected the ice to melt, but it just got colder, and colder, and colder...and she didn't know what to do anymore. The heat of her own crystal bones couldn't warm her cold blooded nature. And as those alien ears swiveled aside her head like large radar dishes, the sound of heavy whirling sounded off to the side...bright eyes flared as Dimas head snapped to the side before the small, tiny droid even made itself known...Dima lifted her head from the table, finding herself in a large Beskar enforced cell in the barracks of Kestri. The aliens cheeks were wet, as was the table she previously had her face pressed against as the young xeno stiffled a sniffle and low, animal-like whine. One of her four arms lifting to wipe away the tears from under her multiple eyes.
Dimas watery, icy cold gaze met the droids as she took a breath through her nostrils. X9 stared, looking around the cell to see...deep, violent gashes through pieces of the steel, slashes across its surface as it some wild cat or something had gone shredding at the walls. The droid then returned its sight to Dima, sitting in a char with what looked to be some kind of harness strapped to her back and her tail wrapped up and tied to the harness on her back as if to 'restrain' the dangerous pieces of her anatomy.
"H-hello? Are you uhh, ok sweetie?" The droid hymned, hovering closer to the xeno as Dimas many eyes stayed averted to the floor as tears dripped from her chin and onto the table. "Oh no, Dima? Dima look at me~" The droid urged. "Dima are you crying?" X9 asked, causing Dima to gasp audibly and suddenly spin herself away from the droids sight, turning her back on the sitter droid as her face buried into her many arms to wipe away the evidence.
"Wh-NO! NO DON'T LOOK!" She cried, practically sobbing the words. "DIMA IS BRAVE AND STRONG DIMA IS NOT WEAK!" She hissed, the droid levitating in place for a moment and looking at the Harness that was now fully shown to them. Seemingly created from pure beskar and specifically designed and fitted for Dima specifically. It was clearly a containment unit for the young alien.
"Oh no, sweetie what happened? Dima talk to me they only told me you had a fight with some mandalorians, what happened did you get into a bar scuffle?" The droid asked, unsure as to what all happened to make Dima so distressed and upset. The droid had never once seen Dima like this, it was almost unnerving considering the devastation she was capable of.
"They said Dima is...Dar'manda~" She murmured, saying the Mando'a word with so much shame tears welled in her eyes and spelled down her scaled, alien face as her many azure teeth chittered in distress. "But Dima is so nice and sweet, Dima tries so hard to make Cousins proud of her and please Manda but it doesn't matter nothing Dima does matters Dima will always just be a monster!" She whined, picking her legs up into her chair and pulling them into her chest, unarmored after being confiscated to strap her harness on. The only thing giving her the identity she held dear away from her and making the alien feel unworthy. "Dima told them this one is sorry and she'll try harder to be proper and good Daughter of Manda, but they said Dima does not belong here." She sobbed, shaking her head and burying her face deeper into her knees. "They challenged Dima..." She explained.
"Oh no, what? Why would they do that? And oh my, Dima you didn't k-"
"Dima denied the challenge..." She cut off, knowing that even her droid thought that she would kill the poor soul who dared speak such madness to the dramatic Xeno. But no, Dima denied, her instincts so wired to recognize Mandalorians as her kin that she couldn't do it. She couldn't bring herself to truly bring harm to what she considered her own. But the kindness was not returned, Dima clutching her legs with her claws tightly. "This one told them, that Dima did not want to hurt a cousin. That Dima was sweet and precious, and would never harm her kin...and they called this one a coward. They said...Dima is unworthy of the name Mandalorian." She finished, the droid staring as the alien girl curled into a ball and hid her face away in shame.
The droid did not know what to say in this situation. Mandalore was all she had, the books, the stories, the myth and lore, the very code itself. Hunter or prey, at its very base level being a Mandalorian was the only thing the alien could relate to. The only culture, the only path of all she could of assimilated to stick as more than just a passing amusement. She had been so infatuated with them since becoming adopted by their people that the last thing she was expecting was having to be shamed by one of her very own. And so unexpectedly. Anything the droid said could tip the scales of the alien emotions.
"I...called someone, to come bail you. We'll get you out of here and out of that harness hun." The droid tried, the very mention of the harness making Dima shudder and shake in the chair as she very audibly began crying quietly.
"Dima didn't ask for this. Dima didn't ask to be some...little monster! This one tried to be noble she really did X9 please believe Dima she wanted to do the good thing!" The poor xeno whined, making the droid shake its head and turn towards the one sided glass to whoever was watching.
"Can we get this thing off of her please! You all are just making her more upset putting that on her she didin't even hurt anyone! GET IT OFF OR I'M CALLING
Gwyneira Vizsla
!!" The droid threatened, hopefully causing a stir for whoever was in there knowing that Gwyn had some pull around Kestri and being one of the few people friendly with Dima it was all the droid could think of before turning back to the distress Xeno as she balled up in her chair. "Dima sweetie we believe you you've been so well behaved lately ok this was NOT your fault~" The droid tried to cheer her up to no avail, hoping to the gods an organic would come in and do something to fix all of this, The droid was not programmed to handle Dima in this frantic state. "Dima's not a monster anymore, she swear she's not~" The beast chittered, the Droid just levitating there.
"We know Dima, we know, your a good mando, good mando." The droid cheered.
