Domino
Warden of the Ice
Honoghr
Behind her the Sangromancer quietly clicked and groaned as the ship cooled from re-entry and the engines were allowed to rest for the first time in weeks. Since her self-imposed retirement from the position of Vigo she'd been busy running helter-skelter around the galaxy finally free to give her business interests some proper attention. Of course even that was a cover for real interests, companies and nations held little interest for the Twi'lek after she'd learned to interpret the larger picture. Even the passing of the Black Suns had barely elected a moment of allowed grief for the Meritocracy she'd held together mostly through force-of-will for the last decade amid the flurry of activity. It had served its purpose, now it would distract her no more and she could fall back into the obscurity provided by this invasion of the Netherworld flush with resources and opportunity.
Now Domino looked out over the waving stalks of grass and contemplated her next actions, this would do, no creatures lived nearby and the Sangromancer wouldn't mind. Pacing out a little circle of flattened grass, she knelt into a deep meditative pose and began concentrating. This wasn't a matter of power, but rather focus, a will to use the force in a certain and very dangerous way that did not serve life. A deep understanding and acceptance of the act she was about to commit. For nearly an hour she knelt before slowly drawing up a trickle of power to send questing out into a ring around herself. Then she waited again, growing accustomed to the live that was, quite literally, intermingling with her own. Then she cut it away from the force, devouring it with her own presence. The energy surged into her where she immediately directed it back out to repeat the process a few inches further out. Again and again the pitiful life-force of the grass surged through her only to rush back out into the death field she had created.
Barely a minute and ten meters into the exercise and Domino had to give it up to fall over gasping for breath and covered in sweat. Her insides burned and an ice-pick had been shoved through her brain leaving her panting in the center of a perfect circle of slowly crumbling grass, now too stiff in death to bend in the breeze. The up-front power required from her had been tiny, even the total amount involved would have barely been out of the reach of an apprentice, but the surging flow of it through the Twi'lek's system had been devastating. Levering herself up to an arm allowed her to survey the area, ten meters in every direction wasn't bad by any means for a life-draining field even if she knew she could do better with a vanilla working of one.
Not knowing that her workings had been felt by another so far out in the Outer Rim, Domino staggered back into the cool interior of her ship to rest before another try.
Behind her the Sangromancer quietly clicked and groaned as the ship cooled from re-entry and the engines were allowed to rest for the first time in weeks. Since her self-imposed retirement from the position of Vigo she'd been busy running helter-skelter around the galaxy finally free to give her business interests some proper attention. Of course even that was a cover for real interests, companies and nations held little interest for the Twi'lek after she'd learned to interpret the larger picture. Even the passing of the Black Suns had barely elected a moment of allowed grief for the Meritocracy she'd held together mostly through force-of-will for the last decade amid the flurry of activity. It had served its purpose, now it would distract her no more and she could fall back into the obscurity provided by this invasion of the Netherworld flush with resources and opportunity.
Now Domino looked out over the waving stalks of grass and contemplated her next actions, this would do, no creatures lived nearby and the Sangromancer wouldn't mind. Pacing out a little circle of flattened grass, she knelt into a deep meditative pose and began concentrating. This wasn't a matter of power, but rather focus, a will to use the force in a certain and very dangerous way that did not serve life. A deep understanding and acceptance of the act she was about to commit. For nearly an hour she knelt before slowly drawing up a trickle of power to send questing out into a ring around herself. Then she waited again, growing accustomed to the live that was, quite literally, intermingling with her own. Then she cut it away from the force, devouring it with her own presence. The energy surged into her where she immediately directed it back out to repeat the process a few inches further out. Again and again the pitiful life-force of the grass surged through her only to rush back out into the death field she had created.
Barely a minute and ten meters into the exercise and Domino had to give it up to fall over gasping for breath and covered in sweat. Her insides burned and an ice-pick had been shoved through her brain leaving her panting in the center of a perfect circle of slowly crumbling grass, now too stiff in death to bend in the breeze. The up-front power required from her had been tiny, even the total amount involved would have barely been out of the reach of an apprentice, but the surging flow of it through the Twi'lek's system had been devastating. Levering herself up to an arm allowed her to survey the area, ten meters in every direction wasn't bad by any means for a life-draining field even if she knew she could do better with a vanilla working of one.
Not knowing that her workings had been felt by another so far out in the Outer Rim, Domino staggered back into the cool interior of her ship to rest before another try.
