Private Restless Souls & Itching Bones

[Domina Prime]

Kyrel Ren​

Wild Space, Secret Space Station


Flaring, crimson lights pulsed throughout the cold, empty halls. Only briefly revealing the excessive carnage and gore splattered messily across the ships walls as eviscerated corpses laid scattered about in what could only be described as graphic. Among the bodies, at the end of a hall laid the prize in which the strange, blooded creature seemed to desire.

It had all happened so fast that orders were likely being barked into communications and the entire facility was likely stirring like a hornets nest being invaded and only realizing it long after the damage had been done. The walls of the corridor were shredded, deep, heavy slashes through its durasteel and the ceiling completely devastated with panels hanging in the air and the stations wired innards and guts spilled into the air danging and sparks flying from the sheer amount of damage done to the singe area.

Elongated, alien legs shifted and moved about as the rather hefty xeno sauntered through the carnage closer and closer to the vault where her prize was hidden.

And suddenly, just as her delight and excitement swelled a sudden beeping sound filled the air within her helm as Dima grunted and mumbled in visible agitation. "Uhhhggg, what!? Dima is busy!" She answered her comms with a bark, the static on the other end warbling but for a moment before a voice finally answered from the other side.

"Dima, please tell me you did not fly to the enemy vessel without the rest of your unit?" X9 asked in a scolding manner, making Dima scoff and shake her head as those tendrils spilled from her back and they all lashed outward, those crystal talons latching against the hinges and thick, metal bolts holding the vault door in place.

"Bah! Dima left them behind because Dima cannot be responsible for them! Besides, more blood for dimas claws which means glory for Dima in the eyes of the Allfathers~" She spat, the muscles of those tendrils flexing and swelling with energy as those diamond-like cutters peeled through the steel like butter, snapping the bolts off the hinges and gripping the vault door by its spinning handle and its sides to hoist the massive chunk of door weighing what felt like a ton and tossing it back into the long, bloody hallway behind her and causing quite the mess as it crashes and smashes against the ceiling then walls and bounces across the floor only to slide away to a stop. "Dima was promised greater prey X9, tell Dima why that is when all she has found are mice and rats?" She snarled, stepping into the now open vault with those tendrils reaching inside and just grabbing ahold of any chest or box and wrestling them open, breaking open locks and peeling things from the walls as Dima began to tear apart the treasure room filled with artifacts, holocrons and strange godling treasures some shiny and some dull. The xeno feeling like a kid in a candy shop as she squealed in delight.

"Dima we were supposed to DESTROY THE SHIP not BOARD THEM and try to take their things! Your getting distracted by trinkets, bells and whistles!" The droid argued, its words however falling upon deaf ears as Dima brought a holocron up to her visor, it was dull and of a old grey coloration, with very little to attract dimas delight. The xeno shook it, expecting maybe it did something, but ultimate got bored with the thing and just threw it to the side and reached into another box to pull out what looked to be a book. Dima immediately flipping through its pages and only seeing weird text she could not understand.

"Meh, no pictures in this what do godlings even do with all this junk?" She asked, claws pulling at the sensitive paper pages and just...completely tearing the book to shreds and dropping it on the floor. "Most of these things aren't even shiny! None of these would look glorious in Dimas trophy room!" She complained, going around the vault searching rather giddily for a peropy reward as proof of her kills but only becoming more and more disappointed which each lame, weird rock or hunk of junk she found.

And as the alarms blared the the security of the station facility got its act together, one could only imagine the conflict Dima would encounter upon finishing her raiding of treasures.

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[Kyrel Ren]

Throughout the Second Great Hyperspace War, with the plundering of the Core and worlds that belonged to the Alkiance came Sith treasurers. Some highly valuable to the New Sith Order, and to some extent the Maw as a whole. These stations would be on the edges of Maw space. Some say there were converted Jedi Outposts from the High Republic. Now these stations housed valuable secrets the darkest sects of the Maw horde. This didn’t seek to stop anyone foolish, or stupid enough from trying to steal what the Maw has already stolen from the Jedi and Sith alike.

Bigger fool was for one to wander into one of these hidden stations. True the meager security force could be dealt with, but to steal Maw secrets and knowledge invited a new kind of predator that would come seek them out. Even as the Maw struggled slowly across the Stars when the distress beacon was sent out, and when Kyrel felt the disturbance he knew it required his utmost attention. The Devourer diverted course from the Core Worlds to the location of the station hidden within the reaches of wild space.

The massive Star Destroyer would only emerge hours after it left. When it emerged from hyperspace the massive behemoth of a starship would blend with the darkness itself. It stood in front of the station, and aboard the bridge so did the Wound of the Force, Kyrel Ren. When he entered into the system one couldn’t deny the unsettling feeling he carried through the Force. When one felt him, one couldn’t recognize anything but bloodlust and hunger mixed as one and the same. The looming shadow of Kyrel stared out from the bridge. When he saw the station he felt someone within. A smirk came to his lips along with the yearning that came from the dark spear known as the Hunger in his hand. Determined to bring an end to whoever was inside he broke into a stride away from the bridge.


There were no attempts to communicate. Not even TIES were sent. Instead a red coated Lambda shuttle would head straight towards the hanger. All the power within the station was cut off, as the shuttle landed Kyrel couldn’t mistake the stench of death. When he emerged from the landing ramp seeing the carnage, he grinned. It seemed whoever had done it was an artist is brutality. Someone who he could relate to perhaps? A monster just like him? No, only fresh meat worthy of his Wrath. He wasted no time, each step of his stride expressed his rage towards the intruder. As he disappeared into the darkness of the station seeking his prey out, he wondered if he would have a fight worthy of his own brutality.

Domina Prime

 

[Domina Prime]

Kyrel Ren
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Wild Space, Secret Space Station


"Mmmn, boring...boring. Bor-ohhhhhhhhhh, what is this!" The xeno squealed in giddy delight as some kind of sphere shaped orb caught the attention of those swarming eyes. The creature shifting through the junk and garbage the Godlings seemed to hold so dear. Just a bunch of dusty old books and rusty dull things. But a golden puzzle orb caught her gaze, one of her many arms plucking it from the stash she had torn into leaving many other priceless, no doubt ancient and powerful artifacts just strewn about all over the floor as Dima turned her back on the scene. With all five eyes scanning and swirling over her new item of current fascination the teeth lining her jaws chittered audibly in amusement. "So nifty! It is like a little puzzle box!" She cooed childishly, two of her hands poking and toying with the intricate markings, strange dots and buttons and randomly just meddling with the puzzle like sphere.

The sphere twisted and locked, then suddenly zigged and zagged, Dima pressed one button then two, then twisted it back. Her five eyes scanning and behaving almost like machine optics analyzing and memorizing when the mechanism would twist correctly and when it would incorrectly lock and recoil back into it's original formation. "Neat, Dima likes this trophy, this one will make it hers~" She muttered lightly, The blooded creature had quickly become distracted by her newest trophy, stepping from the vault which was torn asunder and back into the carnage filled corridor but this time turning herself to the right rather than the way she had came.

However, in her moments of temporary bliss the sudden sensation of excitement rippling down her spine caused the beast to pause in place for a brief moment as her long tail twisted, it's barbed tip rattling in slight agitation as those alien senses flared and began to radiate. "Whats this then? Another godling come to sour Dimas fun?" The lifeform mused, it's strange, alien sense detecting the disturbance in energies about the ship as one of her arms took her trophy and tucked it into somewhere in her cloak. Her many eyes suddenly going back to examining their surroundings as Dimas claws pressed a button on her belt, a tiny light flickering on and off as Dima continued to stroll down the cleaner, less devastated corridor to move into a larger room that looked more like a lobby of sorts. The flaring crimson emergency lights blinking and swaying the illumination of the room as Dima moved into it slowly. "Godliiiiiing? Are you in here?" she asked curiously.

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