Private The Horror From Beyond Space [DIMA]

[Darth Carnifex]

Wild Space, TITAN Research Facility​

Then​

The hydraulic doors opened with a whoosh of air, the dark hooded figure stepping past the threshold and onto the observation deck. All around Him were scientists in pristine white robes, stooped over scattered datapads or squinting at holographic projections. Very few paid the newcomer any mind, they were far too engrossed with their work. Not only that, but His presence had been an accustomed normality for the past several months. Only the Director, Dr. Striga, approached the hooded man, offering a curt bow before speaking.

"You've come at an opportune time, NB-476 is out hunting." Waving the hooded man over, Dr. Striga continued to speak as they walked to the wide viewports overlooking the heavily wooded arboretum. Much of TITAN's internal structure was dedicated to this artificial woodland, the perfect habitat to house specimen NB-476 and study its biological patterns. "We had requisitioned a herd of reek just for this occasion, they'd been allowed to graze for several weeks before we lowered the shielding separating them from 476."

Both Dr. Striga and the silent observer stepped onto what appeared to be an elevated platform near the observation windows, only for the platform to shudder as protective armoring closed down around it; separating it from the rest of the deck. Then, with a churning of mechanical gears, the platform detached from the deck and began to travel along a magnetic rail up and over the arboretum. With delicate precision, they sped along the top of the forest until reaching a spacious clearing bisected by a calm blue river. It was here that they identified specimen 476.

She, or It, as the Doctor and other scientists would prefer, was already engaged in the hunt. 476 moved with precision grace, limbs operating in perfect synchronicity like a living machine. The reeks stood no chance, for though they were formidable beasts in any other environment, they were woefully ill-equipped to contend with 476. Blood spurted in wide, sinuous arcs, splattering the grass crimson as 476 bifurcated one of the reeks in a single motion. Steaming guts piled out onto the ground, heat rising from the fresh offal, before 476 began to eat. She had killed all the other reeks, but was only taking the time to consume the meat and entrails of her latest conquest. Most of the other reeks would rot if not removed by station personnel, because it had become abundantly clear very quickly to the science team.

476 loved to kill.

Reveled in it.

Studies had revealed that 476 did not require the meat of other creatures to survive, it instead absorbed the genetic coding of its prey through a process of extraction that wasn't fully understood by the scientists. During several trials, 476 had declined or ignored prepared meals and even hunks of raw meat. It wasn't until she was presented with a living creature that she displayed carnivorous activity, violently dismembering it before slowly consuming its meat. Witnesses of this trial described 476's actions as gleeful, the specimen appearing to take its time in extracting portions of the creature's body before eating them; noticeably taking time to savor every bite. The results of this test had been applied to later experiments, with larger and larger quantities of live prey being introduced to 476's habitat to observe how she hunted and killed.

"As you can see, 476 is a creature designed to kill." Dr. Striga adjusted their eyewear before turning their head to look at the hooded man, "I assume this is what you've been looking for?"

Darth Carnifex would have smiled if He were still capable of such actions, but instead He inclined His head in agreement before finally speaking.

"Yes, Doctor, she's perfect."

He looked down through the reinforced viewport, noticing that 476 had stopped eating her kill. She was instead looking up, directly at where the observation pod was. No, it wasn't just that. She wasn't just looking at the pod.

She was looking at Him.

And He looked back.

Vardan, Sith Temple​

Now​

The alarm had been tripped.

Soldiers rushed from their barracks to investigate, only to be cut down one-by-one. Remote scanners picked up a fast moving object, faster than the scanners could keep up with. Levitating probes had been knocked from the air, and every droid they had activated and moved into attack position had been dismantled. Even the temple's security holocams couldn't catch the intruder with enough clarity to begin an identification scan, with most being destroyed by the unknown trespasser along the way. By how each holocam was destroyed, it charted a path from the temple's entrance that led deeper into the temple's lower levels.

It was only by fortuity's grace that one of the holocams had been positioned in such a way that it managed to capture a clearer image of the intruder. Even then, it was mostly a flash of blue, white, and purple. More like a storm of teeth and claws, of ferocity and ruthlessness, primal animalistic fury. The security technicians couldn't make heads or tails of what they were seeing, and they were starting to panic. If they couldn't get this situation under control, then they would join those perished soldiers in death by the hand of their master.

They were in the process of dispatching more soldiers to the temple, to lock the entire sector down, when they were counter-ordered to stand down. The edict came down from the highest levels, its authority indisputable. They acquiesced, for it was not their place to stand in the way of their master.

For you see, their master had seen the images captured by the holocam.

Studied them closely.

Darth Carnifex was eager to reacquaint Himself with 476 after all these years. His shuttle touched down near the temple entrance, and the Dark Lord of the Sith passed through into the temple and began to stalk His quarry.

Domina Prime ​

 

[Domina Prime]

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Wild Space, TITAN Research Facility
Once Upon A Time

Chaos theory said things fall apart, chaos theory said everything is random, everything is atrophy and unknown and there is no way you will ever control it or understand it. That it's all just guessing, you can't even count the possibilities you can never know, you can never prepare, you can never do anything about it. strange and bizarre things just happened. It happened ferociously and unstoppably, all physics and beyond the physics, rapidly changing numbers and beyond the numbers...so in the end who knows how it would all unfold.

Chaos theory would be pondered for thousands of years, longer even.

And as those bright, azure eyes twisted and scanned over the observation station elevated high above the reserve the young creature could feel an itch tingling down the back of her spine. Bloodied claws dripping with the carnage of her prey as a singular tendril continued to pull the blood from the slain creatures. Taking her fill before letting curiosity get the better of her, a sixth sense driving the lifeform mad as she finally pulled the tendril from the corpses, the small creature proceeding to quickly scuttle about the tall grass and into the massive trees, climbing her way up rapidly with each talon of her tendrils reaching out and snatching ahold of branches to hoist herself higher and higher until she neared the very top, growing rather restless as the rows of teeth decorating the sides of her jaws chittered audibly, those scaled tendrils pointed up towards the observatory, talons stretching wide like a maw before building a steady line of silk and spitting it upward, the web flying through the air and attaching to the bottom of the massive platform overseeing the reserve.

When taught, Lifeform 18 flung from the top of the tree and dangled in the air from an azure wire, and like a spider the tendril slurped at the silk and in the process repelled Dima up into the air until her four arms clenched the platform. Scuttling across its surface and crawling around until she was on full display on the glass, separated from the scientist and observers as they all watched carefully, rarely having the opportunity to see her full anatomy on display and taking notes of the subjects bizarre traits. The talons of her tendrils tapping and scratching against the glass as those many eyes narrowed and dilated, the creature sensing the presence of a stranger inside.

Dr Striga was the first to press the comms button, allowing her voice to reach into the reserve as 18 clawed and hissed at the protective glass.

"18, 18 no, we talked about this. You can't come in here sweetie ok?" Striga cooed, the voice causing the young lifeform to cease her clawing and hissing, her expression twisting into a pout as her eyes all steadied on the hooded stranger inside, even though she technically could not see through the protective barrier.

The creatures curiosity was radioactive at this point, the barbed tip of her tail tapping steadily against the glass slowly as a deep purr erupted in her small chest.

Chaos theory indeed~

Vardan, Sith Temple
Present Day, 7 years later

There was a gargled scream of agony, the wheezing of collapsed lunges and blood filled throats choking filled the temple walls as Dima cleaved her way through the Sith stronghold, now stained in the gore of new prey as an alien leg dangled passively over her knee. The alien mandalorian Sentinel twisted those many eyes all about the ravaged temple. Many prey had perished this day, Dima had claimed many Sith lives and in the end, was that not the mantra? No Sith, No Exceptions? It was a statement that often confused the azure Xeno, Her understanding of galactic politics, history and relationships was ever so limited but in the end it did not matter. Victory was hers and destiny one step closer to being seized into her blood stained claws.

Her vision was grand, and her ambitions far reaching like the very stars that speckled the night sky. Dima was no simple soldier, no mere mercenary. Dima was of a different kind, Sentinel Prime would reign supreme one way or another and there could be no pesky force sensitives interfering with her vision.

There was however the mistress of this world, a priestess of the great temple, a Crimson skinned Twi'lek who led her acolytes into battle to defend their divine shrines, revered by her peers and feared by her enemies. A powerful opponent in her own right, but it was sheer unluckiness that she would be forced to meet Dima in battle. She was restrained and defeated after a brief battle, attempting to flee in her ship only to be recovered once again and dragged before her superior Prime kicking and snarling like a she-wolf.

Dima chittered audibly in amusement, upper arms lifting to let off a round of applause as Dima, hoisted many feet into the air while standing on her back tendrils squeezed the little sithling tightly within her tail as she choked and gagged from the pressure. The Mandalorian laughed boisterously into the air from behind her helmet. "Ahhh, yes, yes! This one had wondered what happened to you little red. Did you think this one would not find you? Stupid, senile prey, you should have known better~" She cooed, slowly circling around the Twi'lek as her powers were repressed from the poison still in her veins from their previous encounter. "Felled like the rest, just another mouse~ Just like the rest of your insufferable kind. Always thinking less of Dima, always thinking yourselves to be the biggest, tallest thing...Dima must admit, the power to 'handwave' problems away with great mystic power blessed by gods would make Dima confident to." She pondered, claw tapping the chin of her helm as the other acolytes who populated the temple suddenly halted their advances, retreating from the battle as Dima held their beloved leader.

Dima cackled in amusement as they fled. Calling out to them as they did so~ "Rejoice little mice! Dima Prime has been witnessed by the allfathers, victory is claimed! It is known!" She proclaimed with a flip of her cape as her hands rested on her hips sassily while stepping closer. "So go, run, tell your kind of Dimas might!" She hissed viciously with a cackle as she dragged a claw along the twi'leks headtails.

Darth Carnifex

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[Darth Carnifex]

The temple was quiet.

But it was not peaceful.

With each step, His boot crossed a patch of ground stained with blood or stepped over the eviscerated body of a temple guard or acolyte. He didn't pay them even a cursory glance, His mind settled on the object that attracted His attention. The shadows told Him where she was, for the shadows obeyed Him in all things. From His mastery of Beyond Shadows, He was the lord of all darkness, and the light ebbed from His very presence. In the Force, He was an event horizon, an endless abyss from which nothing could ever escape.

By now, He could hear her. The words drifted along stagnant air, the stench of a tomb in which only ghouls prospered. Ahead was an opening, the path widening into a larger chamber. He passed through the threshold just as the acolytes began to turn and run, their minds consumed with fear. This could not stand, and His anger flared for the briefest of moments. But it was enough, and the acolytes were engulfed in flames as sparks burst from ignited oxygen. Their cries faded into ash along with the rest of their bodies, crashing to the ground with a puff of detritus.

Now it was only them.

"You have grown, 18." His voice was deep and authoritative, like the breaking of a mountain. "A great evolution from your captivity. I am pleased." He didn't even look at Dima's captive, the scarlet twi'lek completely at her mercy. "But you belittle yourself chasing vermin, you are deserving of more challenging prey."

Domina Prime ​

 

[Domina Prime]

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Sensational primal desires swelled in the xenos chest, the Foundling delighted in her victory, inch by inch, meter by meter, she would become what all feared, a force of nature in her own right. It was only a matter of time before she assimilated enough genetic material to perfect her design, and as her tail coiled and tightened around the crimson twi'lek locked in her constrictive grip Dima pondered on her next move. Rather to eat or to continue her gleeful hunt of mice as they fled with minds addled in terror of a lifeform beyond their understanding.

Poetic, in a way. The children of gods felled by a god eater, perhaps what happened next was just destiny twisting its threads in the Xenos favor. With a puff of spoke and an explosion of the briefest kinds those who fled burst into embers and ash, Dimas prey extinguished in all but a second. The shadows in the temple drifted and shimmered, the sheer energy of the temple shifting in a way even the force death Xeno could feel.

The teeth lining the side of her jaws rattled and chittered in delight, her interest piqued and the stinger of her tail pushing into the spinal cord of ehr twi'lek trapped in her grip. The injecting caused the struggling, squirming Sith. The poor thing wrapped in a protective, azure silk and thus unaffected by the influence of magic, protecting her prey for proper assimilation for later, she having been the most challenging of their acolytes Dima wanted to enjoy her catch.

"Shhhh, be still~" She cooed softly.

After doing so however Dima tilled the girl upsidedown, stringing a thread from the ceiling down to the cocoon she was wrapped in so she could dangle there helplessly as dima leaned against the small, stone throne at her side. The dramatic appearance of their god-king drawing all focus . Each of the azure spiders many eyes focused on him but for a moment, before four others scattered and began darting about the room to scan for potential other threats from behind her mandalorian helm. A central eye however, her most advanced never left the God-king.

His voice moved, steady and powerful. Yes, this one was unlike the others, unlike the mice. If the Allfathers could see her now they would be smiling ear to ear.

And then he referred to Dima by a name that made her bones itch.

18...

Sweet, precious, little 18. Gods, the voice of the lovely Dr Striga still sang in her ears from her years on Titan. And while some would be hateful, bitter because of their wee wee boo hoo experiences of living in such a environment Dima could not help but giggle impishly at the name. Dima ran her sharp claws along the silk webbing of her prey, dancing them along as her central eye stayed focused on the stranger.

"Bah! The only ones who still call Dima by that silly number are those who want Dimas blood! Dimas soul! They couldn't have it, and neither can you godling!" The hissed with a venomous tone, suddenly thrusting her palm forward and forcibly spinning the coiled girl sending her into a vicious spin as Dima playfully toyed with her food, stepping down from the temple stairs ever so steadily and clearly with no clue of the strangers power or influence.

To Dima he was just another forceborn gripping for godhood.

In his own way, perhaps he had already achieved some semblance of it. But it concerned Dima little. In the end, god or not, food was food. And in the mandalorian way there was one single truth she held above all.

You are hunter, or you are prey.

And if Dima was to achieve perfection, she would need to face down the gods who sought her destruction. Or perish trying, there was no other path to take.

"Nonsense, meek prey, strong prey, there will be assimilated all the same. Mice, rats, or rodents. Lions or wolves, dragons or gods, it makes no difference to this one~" She mused, one of her scattered eyes briefly examining one of the acolytes who had been engulfed in flames. "Dima deserves what the allfathers deem, be it death or divinity!" The Xeno explained, a true child of manda, and in the end only they could pass true judgement on the huntress.

"So godling, are you to be Dimas worthy prey? The spirits of Manda must be testing this one yes?" She pondered, tapping a claw along her helms chin as she looked the man up and down curiously.


Darth Carnifex

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[Darth Carnifex]

"Perhaps, perhaps not."

Carnifex continued to regard Dima with curiosity, watching her carefully as he walked in a slow arc towards her right. Because His intelligence on Dima was preliminary at best, mostly recovered from the databanks of TITAN, He operated with extreme caution in both how He moved and how He spoke. Dima may wear the veneer of civility, but He knew that beneath that armor and helmet, Dima was a cold-blooded killer. It was what roused His curiosity all those years ago, that fierce and unapologetic primal viciousness. It was rarely replicated in other lifeforms, at least those that passed the threshold for sapiency. But Dima was special, she coupled the intelligence of a higher mind with the bestial violence of a lower life form.

A perfect killing machine...

"You speak of the Manda, I assume you are referring to the Mandalorian's degenerate religion." It was more of a statement than a question, the Dark Lord knew the answer. For the first time, the Dark Lord looked away from Dima and towards the cocooned Twi'lek hanging from the ceiling. It was a quick look, lasting only the briefest of seconds, but it was enough. He could sense fear in the Twi'lek, fear brought upon by Dima and her unnatural presence.

But a true Sith knew no fear.

"But they offer only limitations, mighty Dima. Their armor is constricting, of body, mind, and spirit. Free of their chains, you could become so much more." He stopped walking, letting His cloak envelop Him as He stood watching Dima. "What if I were to tell you that there is another path to achieving what you want, a better path. A path where you needn't submit to Mandalorian, Jedi, or even Sith. A path where you can feast on all." He probed her voracious nature, prying at her fundamental being so that His words might prove to be more enticing than they would otherwise. It was no trick of the Force, He knew that such abilities would be fruitless, but simply persuasive guile.

"I can show you things they are too afraid to."

Domina Prime ​

 

[Domina Prime]

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Collectively those alien optics all drew central focus to the mysterious godling as he shifted and walked about in an arc, Dima passively hymning quietly in sing-song tone, her tail hypnotically moving about like a serpent as the Xeno observed the man. The longer the alien lifeform remained in this room however, the more it would slowly begin to shift in its energy. From the carnage previously, much of her strange, dangerous silk was strewn all about the walls and ceiling from previous engagements. And while harmless, they still radiated with Dimas xeno-chemistry. Spores floating about in the air and Dima exhaling deeply from behind her helm as the spirits of manda were referred to as Degenerate.

"Hold steadfast Dima, maintain composure~" She urged herself aloud, literally pausing in place and pushing a hand to her armored chest and shaking her head. "Their kind can never truly understand, can they?" She asked, not to the Sith Lord as much as to the empty space of air in front of her. "No, how could they. They were handed power on a platter of silver and gold~" The lifeform whined, almost as is pained to say such a thing. Running her claws over the walls and causing a sharp shriek of metal and stone as the Sith tried to appeal to her more feral sensibilities.

In most circumstances such a tactic would be highly efficient in disarming the Xeno but the god-loving creature could not help but feel her hive instincts swell and pulse. She had assimilated her cousins culture so flawlessly she believed herself not only to be chosen by the allfathers of manda, the true hunters, but she believed herself to be made to become better than any of them.

It was written, it had to be. Such perfected design couldn't just be mere coincidence, and in the end thats what it came down to. Design...

Dima was made for something, this much was obvious to her. And as his words carried through the air calmly and powerfully, promising to show the azure xeno things her mandalorian family wouldn't.

The Godling would witness Dimas head flail so far back it looked like it could snap as the womans eyes rolled into her skull while her central most eye remained focused on him.

"Silence godling! When your kind are beneath Dimas claws this one consumes their consciousness and experiences. If what you have to show Dima is anything like what you show them, you must have Dima confused for some little weakling who needs to sellout to a 'higher power' just to feel strong and significant." She spat in a hiss, her tail now actively rattling its barbed tip viciously as it began lashing about behind her. This time advancing one step at a time ever to slowly. "You really think Dima needs you to tell her what she can eat? Believe it or not godling, Dima already eats your kind, theirs, and anyone Dima wants. Because in the end ALL OF YOU are just FREE FOOD!" She hissed lowly as her grip tightened into an awkward, talon-like fist.

And then the animosity was dropped and Dima went from walking towards Kaine to immediately veering to the side and back up the stairs towards where she had left the Twi'lek to reach out and stop her from spinning helplessly.

"Often this one wonders why she exist, how such perfected design could be within Dima, but then in moments like this it all becomes clear. Dima must have been born to put your kind in line. You all have existed as the pinnacle of all things for so long you believe nothing can exist on your level! Its gotten so repulsive that the only thing that can compete with your kind is another one of your kind, you literally train in forms of combat designed for another one of yourselves~" The xeno contemplated, her brief moments of intelligence bubbling as the situation caused her to face certain truths about herself. Turning back to face Kaine the lifeform narrowed her many eyes from behind her helm and scoffed. "Until now~"

And with a single, blinding motion, faster than the average eye could trace the silken, cocooned twi'lek dangling from the web behind her was pierced square through the chest cavity. The scales of the xenos tail loosening slightly as the poor sithling was exterminated like another piece of meat primed for slaughter. The blood of the girl was extracted through Dimas alien tail, crimson fluids traveling up the azure coloring within Dimas scales as Dima devoured them out of sheer spite.

"Just a bunch of desperate weaklings and fakes, Dima does not need a godling to show her how she is better! This one knows because Dima IS BETTER than your kind! If your kind cant stop Dima, no one can! Always looking down on Dima and thinking your superior to this one" She mused dominantly as she completely liquefied the twi'leks insides and continued to extract their valuable nutrients and lifeblood.

"To think anyone is actually afraid of your kind. Just a disease, anything touched by your god becomes consumed with weakness." The netherborn child cursed, her many eyes narrowing tightly as she shook her head. "Yes, a disease. Of course, thats the word Dima could never find! And if you are a sickness, dimas design makes perfect sense. This one must be the cure~" Dima purred whimiscally as her tail slowly just plunged deeper just to feast more while staring down the Sith Lord. Her hostile alien biology in full active effect as her teeth itched~


Darth Carnifex

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[Darth Carnifex]

"Then let me sweeten the deal with a little wager, Dima." Carnifex crossed both arms over His chest, ceasing in His slow walk around the Netherbeing and now standing firmly where He was. The death of the Twi'lek Sith didn't phase Him, He'd seen and done far worse things in His lifetime. She would not be mourned, Carnifex could make more of her if He needed to. His infinite army, eternally replenishable, any loss written off and immediately filled. Such was the power of Malsheem, such was the power of the Kainate.

Now, Dima fancied herself a predator, a hunter. It just so happened that Carnifex also saw Himself as a predator, His former moniker among the Sith was even named after an animal that chiefly hunted other creatures through the Force; the Vornskr. While He hadn't worn that name for over two decades, it was still an apt name for one such as He.

"You and I will partake in a contest, a contest of strength and wit. We will hunt one another, and the victor of this contest can decide the fate of the one who fails." This meant that if the Dark Lord came out victorious, then He could do with as He pleased with Dima. The opposite was true if Dima emerged the winner, and the Dark Lord had little doubt in His mind what would befall Him should He fail. "You claim that you are a great hunter, the cure for the disease of Sith and Jedi. Then perhaps we should put that to the test, to see if what you say is true."

This was a dangerous gamble for Carnifex, one that could lead to the end of all that He had accomplished and what He yet desired to accomplish. But He was confident, as He was in all things, and that shone through His words and His posture. It wasn't hubris, which denoted confidence in excess, but surety in His own abilities and His identity as a predator of the Force. Dima may be a Force-less being, her very biology evolved in opposition to the midichlorians that suffused every cell in His body. But He possessed decades of experience fighting those who devised ways to bypass the advantage of Force-wielders, and had unrestricted access to all of the medical research once contained at TITAN.

If any were to have a solid chance at besting Dima at this contest, then it was Him.

"Do we have a deal, Dima?"

Domina Prime ​

 

[Domina Prime]

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When the godling mused the idea of terms and sweet deals Dima's mind just began fizzling into static, the creature becoming rather dismissive of the man as her impression of godlings was extremely cautious. Their tongues were made of silver and their ability to negotiate and twist events into their favor was something the netherbeing had accessed in most her conflicts with the Forceborn.

It all agitated Dima, the scheming and the plotting.

"Then let me sweeten the deal with a little wager, Dima. You and I will partake in a contest, a contest of strength and wit. We will hunt one another, and the victor of this contest can decide the fate of the one who fails." He explained, evoking a a physical reaction from the beast as she continued to devour the poor Twi'lek wrapped in the silk behind her.

"These terms would be acceptable, but unlike your kind Dima is not fond of gambling, waste of money~" She hissed, taking him literal as those azure eyes all focused on the man and one of her many arms folding flamboyantly over her own chest as a direct imitation of exactly what Kaine had done as if imitating him subconsciously. "The contest shall be single combat. This one would say no weapons but our bare hands...but you have no claws or teeth, so its only fair Dima allows you advantage with your little magic tricks and whatever it is your kind do. You will be needing it against Dima~" She purred confidently as her teeth chittered along the sides of her jaws. Abruptly, her tail was yanked from the now still victim as a gaping wound was left bloodless as Dimas tail distributed the biomass to the xenos essential functions.

Her inner workings began to prepare, Dima twisting her neck and her tail rattling rather harshly as the Mandalorian Xeno strutted about with a boisterous flamboyancy as the excitement of it all made her bones itch. Unlike the Godling, Dima had nothing to lose, and nothing to really gain. This was all for the sake of doing it, for the fun of it, the thrill. Just to prove once and for all what she was born for, and in the presence of gods her purpose had never felt more clear. She was forceless, unloved by their god.

Let them have it, their god, its power, let them have it all. It would make it ever more delicious when her claws were wet with the blood of the god-touched warriors.

"If Dima is victorious, this one wants to be welcomed to your many, many worlds and territories. Your little temples, your fancy 'facilities'. And in doing Dima will be in proximity to the most powerful among you godlings~" She stepped down to even level ground, down the stairs and closer to Kaine as they stared one another down. "And in her welcoming, Dima will be allowed honorable single combat with your kind. Whenever she so pleases, Dima will visit often to prove her superiority!" She hissed, unfolding her upper arms and gesturing towards herself with a swaggle of her head. "But you may rejoice godling, your kind will have many opportunities to prove Dima wrong yes? But with every kill Dima makes, you must reward Dima with shinies~" Dima laid her terms, which...all things considered seemed rather bizarre. To be allowed to engage the Godlings honorably in combat and be showered in praise and treasure if she managed to win.

"And if you win you have to ask for something reasonable! Deal is off if you try to take Dimas blood or soul! Dima is no ones slave! What do you want from Dima godling?" She suddenly and rather viciously hissed, not willing to make any deal unless she knew exactly what the terms were. Her wants were on the table and the heart was on her sleeve, there was no poker face or clever schemes. Dima knew what she was, she knew what she needed. And she needed to know she was better, one way or another.

Or die trying~

Darth Carnifex

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[Darth Carnifex]

"Ah, it appears as though our intentions are aligned."

Carnifex extended His right hand, electricity drawn from the very air right into His outstretched palm. Bolts of lightning danced over His skin, crackling and snapping like a den of hissing vipers. Suddenly, green flame rose to join the restrained thunder with a whoosh of heated air. The two elements spun around one another, spinning faster and faster, before combining into one single cylinder of energy. That energy expanded quickly, spinning out until it was nearly two/thirds the height of the Dark Lord's body.

There was a bright flash, enough to overload the light-sensitive visual dampeners commonly found in Mandalorian helmets. When the flash faded, a great and terrible sword now rested in the Dark Lord's hand. The blade was inscribed with runic symbols, geometric shapes that radiated dark power, cruel and hungry. Carnifex's fingers curled around the hilt, angling the weapon down until the tip sank a few centimeters into the metal floor.

"If I win this contest, then you shall accompany me to visit my kind. You may still challenge any Sith of your choosing to battle, save for those that have pledged their allegiance to me. You shall be no creature's slave, Dima, but you shall be my disciple. I shall mold you into a far greater killer than the Mandalorians could ever hope to achieve."

Hefting the sword up and resting it against His shoulder, Carnifex briefly flexed each of His fingers in sequence, one after the other. "This shall be the terms of victory and defeat, so now let us begin." Then, Carnifex swung the blade downwards, from its resting position against His shoulder down until it struck and cut deep into the floor. The action of swinging the weapon launched forth a rupturing force, splitting the ceiling and floor along a straight path straight towards Dima. Unimpeded, the concussive slice would've split any ordinary being from top to bottom, viciously pulping muscle and splintering bone.

The contest had begun.

Domina Prime ​