Private Unusual, but Mine

[Sasha Kryze]

M E E T - D I M A

Kestri - Mid-Day - Shipwrights ----> Iron Barracks, Foundlings Section
Objective: Recover her new charge Domina Prime

The Si'kahya had already seen her charge long before she accepted the Foundling. Hearing tale of how they found was interesting enough, but her physiology she imagined was what had scared (wording used lightly) her fellow vode from committing to suck a task. She didn't expect it to be easy, but she wanted to give herself more focus beyond the end of a spice chamber. So, for the last few weeks since their invasion of Kamino, Sasha had been off the spice, and had instead replaced it with working out, and sparring with her fellow Si'kahya. They would've noticed that she was a little more on edge than usual, and if asked Sasha being far from shy would admit she was overcoming to addictive effects of the spice. They would take it how they would, but she imagined they would respect her for taking such a step, rather than demonize her or for it.

Not like she had ever been secretive, or private about her habits. The Feng Fighter hung upside down inside the Shipwright yards on Kestri, the wrights were hard at work, dismantling the ship, and would pay her even exchange for it. Minus her asking them to fit everything she lugged around in the old craft into her new

Gunship

Not to mention the fees for fueling, while her fees for docking and storage were nixed with her Special Forces membership. She was after all sworn by oath to rally to Kestri's Vanguard, not the rearguard. These things did not go unnoticed in her culture. Actually she noted when they saw her Si'kahya badge, it seemed a certain rite of honor although it was often unspoken.

'Maybe wan hour, maybe two. Good to flyyyy sistah'

Sasha was wearing her own armor, lightly colored in its bright hues, but was pointedly absent any weaponry, holding her helmet under arm, she nodded respectfully to the ship wright. Turning to cough into her fist.

"An Hour then, those speeders yours? I'm looking to rent..."

The massive Epicanthix man bore skin even darker than hers, and craned his neck to see, popping off his welding shades.

'Oyea' Dat' dere' mine sistaaah, but you Si'kayuh no? You go free, bring back one piece you hear?'

He rested a fist over his lightly armored chest, turning back to his work, to which she nodded. Fair enough. And with that she redonned her helmet with a satisfying hiss of suction, turning on heel and moving with purpose, nay, a swagger that was relevant to her status within their society. Getting on the speeder, she flew fast and dangerous. Though never dangerous to the public, only to herself, until she was walking into the menacing structure known as the Iron Barracks. She didn't dare go to her quarters. There was harsh reminders there that some of her friends had... Fallen.

Shai Maji was indeed a traitor and a cur now, but she hadn't dared to touch her belongings. She wondered if any of the others had... If it came to it, she would put her in the ground first, then she would move her things. Instead, she simply hoped to not meet her in battle. Hoped one day she would just be barking into her comms, asking her what she was doing. Although, she wasn't entirely sure if that day would ever come.

That said, still unarmed, but fully armored. She went to see the smaller frail Mandalorian woman that was in charge of the nursery, and a simple glance at her tense (bust masked posture) said she was full of it with the Foundlings. Luckily Sasha never had to live under these conditions. She could only... Imagine, how wild this place could get. Mandalorians without manners...

'Well you aren't dropping off... Picking up?'

'Su cuy'gar, yes. Sasha Kryze, Clan Kryze. I am taking responsibility over the foundling Domina Prime "

The seated woman's head popped up in surprise, as if she wasn't expecting to hear it, or maybe was too expectant to hear it. Then, she slowly stood, hands outstretching across the desk and staring at the other flatly through her T-visor. A slow nod given.

'I've been expecting you Kryze, usually there is much bonding done before this. Are you sure you'll take this one? She can be a little wild. And this is not some contract taken lightly. You give your oath to nourish this foundling until she can find her own strength. Do you understand?'

"I understand.."

Sasha said with a nod.

'Not feeling like it anymore isn't enough, this goes against your honor as a vode, irregardless of what that Si'kahya patch on your shoulder says. Once you take responsibility, she is yours, like a -"

"Like my own ad'ika. I understand, sister..."

Sasha nodded her off then, and the woman in turn would put a fist over her chest, moving away and entering a room. As it opened, she heard a chorus of voices, and laughter. Seemed the Foundlings kept their spirits high. That was good. For now, Sasha went to sit, removing her helm first and resting it on her thigh. All that was left now was to wait.

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[Domina Prime]

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"Foundling!" A strict voice echoed out through the halls, ringing in the cafeteria as a number of heads all collectively swirled and focused on the Drillmaster who called to them. Many of the Foundlings in the Iron Barracks just finishing todays training regiment and enjoying their hard earned meals. Those who preformed less stellar ate, but their plates lacked the larger serving of meats and foods earned by high performance in the eyes of the Drillmaster. The Drillmasters helmet twisted and settled in the general direction of Dima and her Pod off to the side of the room.

The mess hall silencing and only leaving the sound of chewing and happy chittering filling the air as Dimas hands filled with large steaks and fruits dripped between her claws. The Drillmaster sighed and clapped a hand and snapped a finger loudly, the sudden hitch pitched sounds drawing the five eyes of the Xeno and attaining her focus. "Dima! Come, there is someone you must meet." He demanded, Dima finishing her food and smacking her lips before looking at her foundling friends and then back up at the Drillmaster.

"Is Dima in trouble again? Dima said she was sorry for the pranks!" She asked already half annoyed. Her jaws slowly still chewing and making the Drillmaster shake his head for more reasons than one.

"No foundling, the opposite. Come!" Drillmaster ordered, Dima rolling all of her eyes and slumping out of her seat. Jumping from one table to another, other foundlings all lifted their arms and flinched as Dima hopped from table to table to reach the front of the room, knocking over plates, bowels and cups and causing a symphony of angry 'COME ON! and REALLY DIMA!?' reactions from her fellow vod. Her four hands still clutching her chunks of food as Dima bumbled her way through the halls until eventually finding the receptionist near the front next to where Sasha was seated.

"Hellooooo, Dima is being seen? Dima was eating but its ok Dima brought her food." She mused, her jaws splitting open and dima inserting a whole steak into her jaws before they all began to reseal and crush her meal, chewing it messily as Dimas tail swished happily and the Xeno delighted in her hard earned meal. The woman stared at Dima with that blank helmet, her face beneath likely of amusement as the woman simply gestured to the side with a hand towards Sasha. One of Dimas eyes glancing at her before all of them slowly followed and Dima tilted her head. "Does Dima know you?" She asked, her spider-like eyes all squinting tightly as Dima chewed her steak.

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[Sasha Kryze]

N O L O N G E R H O M E

"Hellooooo, Dima is being seen? Dima was eating but its ok Dima brought her food."

Sasha watched everything from the moment Dima was made visible to her, reaching for her helmet and standing to her feet. Including her dietary habits. Interesting... Though she didn't immediately comment, instead observing her habits. They said she was twenty, and yet she acted like a child still. That thought didn't find her lips, though Sasha would smile at the other. Certainly a new creature. She was either the first, or last of her kind. Who could tell. In any case, this was a challenge that Sasha was prepared, and excited to accept.

"Does Dima know you?"

Sasha's slight smile turned to a light grin, turning to the Drill Master and inhaling visibly before asking;

"She has no belongings. Where are her clothes?"

The Drillmaster was briefly stunned, but would shake her head

'She doesn't keep much, just scraps... Trinkets. No idea where she keeps them. As far as the rest, you should've been informed that is all on you now. Last chance Si'kahya...'

Sasha scowled briefly at the woman, then looked to Dima.

"Come on Dima, we're leaving this place. I'm going to be taking care of you from now on. If you need to say bye to anyone, now is he time. I'll be outside, otherwise. We have a schedule to keep."

Sasha said, sliding her helmet overhead and turning to leave. Unless something prompted her, she would move outside and wait for Dima. Though if Dima did indeed follow her immediately, she would move to the borrowed speeder, glancing both ways on the street before looking back to look over Dima.
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[Domina Prime]

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The Xeno found her many eyes twisting and drifting about the environment around her as the woman Sasha Kryze took a moment to inspect the youngling before her, undoubtedly caught off guard by the bizarre features of the girl. Her strange anatomy one of her most striking traits as her four arms fiddled and passively occupied themselves while her segmented jaws chewed and chomped at the savory, juicy steak between her teeth. Sashas question about Dimas clothes and other possessions causing those ears to perk up and forward in curiosity.

"Oh, oh, it is fine! Totally fine, Dima is wearing all she has already! Look, Isn't Dima stunning!?" She quipped, her lower hands gesturing to her ripped and tattered clothing and the rusty, busted up armor plates that she had been wearing for many months. The poor lass owning very little in terms of possessions, even little when it came to fitting clothes considering how difficult it was to find shirts with four sleeves or really anything that could properly fit her. The drillmaster informed the stranger of Dimas situation, warning of the stashes of nick-knacks and random trophies from her hunts that the spider hid away for some eventual later use.

The mention of the stash made Dima clam up, some part of her worried she would have to give her shinies away, a thought that stirred her blood and caused her tail to rattle in alarm behind her. Finishing her food and staring at the Drillmaster then shifting her gaze back to Sasha, becoming less and less sure on what exactly this was all about, Dimas expression twisting into that of worry and nervousness.

"Come on Dima, we're leaving this place. I'm going to be taking care of you from now on. If you need to say bye to anyone, now is he time. I'll be outside, otherwise. We have a schedule to keep."

Dimas eyes all widened at this, each eye dilating tightly and focusing on the bronze skinned woman and tilting her head. "Dima has to go?" She asked, grimacing as if she were flinching from the words, confused as to what she did. "Is...is Dima in trouble again? Dima has been so well behaved why is this one being punished?" She asked, feeling as if she were being taken away by her familiar surroundings in place of some woman she had never met, Dima believing that she was being separated from her fellow cousins.

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