Private Red vs Blue

[Domina Prime]

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"You Can See God When I Take My Mask Off~"

CROWN OF THE INHERITOR
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The skies of Krayiss II groaned above her, heavy with endless, churning clouds that swallowed the sun and left the world in a sickly half-light. A land of monotony and lifeless stone stretched out in every direction, its emptiness gnawing at Domina's nerves like an itch she couldn't scratch. This world—this dreary, colorless pit—offended her. It lacked the shimmer of gold, the gleam of plunder, the indulgence of pleasure. What was there to take from such a wretched place?

And yet, here stood a fortress, alone and brooding at the end of a desolate boulevard, reaching skyward like a starving beast clawing at the heavens. Domina's five eyes narrowed behind her Mandalorian mask, her grip tightening on Azura's reins as she circled the bleak structure. Darth Morta had claimed dominion over this dead realm, but where was her army? Where were the banners of war to greet a warrior of Prime? Not even the decency of a trap to snap shut upon her descent.

Insultingly pathetic.

Chittering in irritation, Domina flicked her heel against Azura's flank. The great beast let out a piercing bellow, shaking the very stones of the fortress below as it folded its wings and plunged through the thick clouds. The force of their dive sent a shockwave of wind cascading over the land, a storm heralding her arrival. The air screamed with Azura's whistling wings as they cut through the sky, spiraling downward before Domina wrenched the reins, forcing the dragon into a vicious, earth-shaking skid. Claws gouged deep trenches into stone and dirt as Azura finally came to a halt before the looming gates, leaving the fortress doors trembling in its wake.

Domina let out a pleased hum, running a clawed hand along the beast's scaled neck. "Good boy… you're getting better at this, Zuzu~" she purred, her tone laced with amusement.

With a fluid motion, she dismounted, her boots kissing the ground as she straightened and took in the towering doors before her. She didn't need to turn to know that Azura had already taken back to the skies with a single powerful thrust of its wings, disappearing once more into the brooding storm above. Now, it was just her… and whatever pitiful resistance lurked within.

A clawed hand reached forward, lazily dragging its wicked nails across the steel doors in a slow, deliberate motion. The sound that followed was shrill, a nails-on-metal wail that shattered the stillness and echoed through the fortress halls beyond. A sound meant to unnerve, to announce, to taunt.

Domina chuckled, a deep, menacing chortle rolling from her throat as she leaned in, pressing her masked face close to the cold metal.

"Come out and play, little red," she cooed, her voice dripping with sing-song mockery. "You can't avoid Prime forever… This one knows where you live~"

The silence that followed was thick, charged with anticipation. Was there a sentry on the other side, frozen in indecision? Was Darth Morta herself lingering just beyond reach, listening to the beckoning call of war creeping at her doorstep?

It didn't matter. If no one came to greet her, she would simply let herself in.

And if that door didn't open willingly… well.

Domina had always enjoyed the sound of things breaking.

 

[Darth Morta]

Darth Morta had been sitting in one of the grand dining rooms of the reconstructed governmental palace, though now it doubled as her home, a location to host visiting dignitaries, as well as a few less-savory uses, making it her personal seat of power much more than a building of planetary administration since those functions had to be moved until it had been reconstruced. Her main power on this world comes from her control over the library temple so her troops were there, the palace troops were mostly honor guards a posting given as a reward for loyalty and devotion to their Sith Queen, it was harder for them to be turned against her, and since Darth Morta wasn't one to hide behind swarms of lesser beings and let them fight her battles the downsides of assinging on loyalty over marits was mostly negated.

As she sipped a post-meal glass of wine, one of the troopers rushed in, no doubt to tell her about the familiar void in the force she had felt coming for several minutes now. A quick look into the trooper's mind confirmed that was his message before even making it to within speaking distance and applied a quick bit of pressure on his mind sent him away.

Taking one last drink from the wine, Darth Morta stood up and moved over to the grand balcony at the end of the room and stepped out into the cool night air as she saw her visitor's mount flap off into the night as thunder rolled in from the gathering stormclouds that mirroed the storm gathering on the ground. Being off-set from the main entrance Darth Morta could look down to see Domina Prime clawing at her doors.

"I do have an intercom, it would be nice if you used it." She called down as her hand rested on the weapon she had crafted long ago in preparation for this very day, a mace whose head could be extended into a flail, enhanced by the force, it's head made of beskar, and able to contain the energies of force lightning to be unleashed upon contact as mundane electricity. "Or even better, make an appointment with my Seneschal."

All of Darth Morta's words were injected with a forced civility, barbed as she continued. "Too bad you didn't come earlier; you could have joined me for dinner. But this is no way to talk, shouting at each other like rowdy neighbours. Why don't you come in and we can chat in my throne room like civilized beings? Just follow the grand corridors and staircases to the top of the building."

Darth Morta made a hand gesture and disappeared back into the building while the doors in front of Dima opened to a grand entry hall devoid of any staff. While she had been speaking Darth Morta had ordered an evacuation of the building and it had been enough time for Dima's path to be cleared and the building empty in only a few more minutes. Darth Morta wanted no outside interference in this rematch.