Dominion The Next Generation || ME Dominion of Bogden

[Siv Kryze]

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The Destroyer shifted again—subtle at first, then enough that even the Basilisk beneath him braced with a low mechanical growl. Siv didn't rush to fill the comms. There was no need. Everyone could feel it now: the difference between a worm passing by and a predator picking its moment.

Dust drifted from the overhead supports in thin streams. A long dent rose beneath the hangar floor like something pushing a breath upward from the dark.

Siv exhaled once through his nose, voice coming through steady—less directive, more taking stock aloud so the others could align with it if they wished.

"Feels like it finally made up its mind," he said. "It's not circling anymore. That pressure—" another low groan rolled through the hull, "—it's settling its weight. Testing the skin of the wreck before punching through."

He eased his Basilisk a few meters to the side, giving himself a cleaner angle on the rising swell in the deck. No dramatic gesture—just repositioning with the kind of practiced calm that came from more hunts than he cared to count.

Metal popped.
Once.
Twice.
Like bones adjusting before a leap.

"Not rushing us," he continued, tone even, "but that next break might give someone the angle they've been waiting for."

His visor tilted toward Adelle's perch—high, prepared, already reading the rhythm of the tremors. Toward the shadows Vytal was stirring with hands and breath. Toward where Veyla watched the hangar mouth like a second set of eyes for whoever made the first move.

Siv let a low hum of the Basilisk fill the silence for a moment, then added—not an order, not a cue, just an observation worn down to a single line:

"When it shows teeth, the whole picture's going to snap into place."

A deeper tremor rolled up through the floor—
the kind that wasn't movement around them anymore, but movement toward.

The plating arched.
Seams split.
Cold air rushed up from below like the first intake of a massive set of lungs.

Siv settled his shoulders—calm, composed, almost patient.

"Almost there."

One breath.
One heartbeat.
The deck cracked wide—metal peeling back in jagged curls as the first glint of wet, ridged carapace forced its way into the hangar.

He didn't raise his voice.
Didn't push anyone forward.

Just spoke like someone who had seen this moment enough times to recognize its weight.

"Right… there."

And the alpha worm broke through.

Tag: Adelle Bastiel Vytal Noctura Veyla Krinn

 

[Adelle Bastiel]

Tags: Siv Kryze | Vytal Noctura | Veyla Krinn

Compared to the chatter before they had entered this area of the Hanging Warrens, the quieter comms felt completely silent, defeaning in the absence of voices. Adelle felt the tremors running through the destroyer in her bones, the hunting from the worm in the Force. She flexed her hands on the controls and shifted her weight, forcibly relaxing her body. Too much tension and she'd spring early. To an outside observer, the quiet preparations and stillness might have seen calm. Peaceful, even. Adelle had been on enough missions with CorSec to know the difference. This was the moment before the lightning strike, the breath before the trigger pull.

The worm hammered the plating of the Star Destroyer's hull. Metal groaned as it was forced upward unnaturally.

It settled for a moment. Just a moment.

Adelle leaned forward again, her heartbeat loud in her ears, listening for the Force.

"Right… there."

And the alpha worm broke through.

Armored plates burst through the durasteel plating, the metal peeling back like it was nothing. The whole structure shook and groaned under the assault. Dirt and dust accumulated over the years of abandonment showered from the exposed framework, small rodents scurrying along rafters and support beams as fast as they could. The worm's head breached through the hole, enough that Adelle could see that the carapace only armored the flesh around the mouth. Thick mucous protected everywhere else. Adelle holstered the blaster pistol. It wasn't going to do anything against this worm.

Adelle triggered the controls, moving her Basilisk over the worm's mouth as it began to slide back down and gather itself. She took a grav charge and threw it at the mouth. The explosion landed on the fleshy bit near the mouth, blasting away some of the mucous but not damaging the skin beneath. She clenched her jaw and brought her Basilisk down closer. This was going to have to land in its mouth to work.

She hated taking this risk but it had to be done.

Her Basilisk chased the worm as it slid further down, her hands working quickly to grab the remaining two spare grav charges and thermal det. They disappeared down its mouth, past the many rows of teeth. The two grav charges elicited a rumbling groan but the thermal detonator exploded deep in its throat. For a heartbeat, the worm went still, Adelle's hands already pulling up on her Basilisk to move up, to try and keep its attention so the others could lay into it.

Then it lunged, moving faster than Adelle thought possible.

Outrunning it in a straight upwards path wasn't even a question. Adelle flew her Basilisk up and at an angle to squeeze through the hinge of its jaws. One of its teeth clipped her leg, yanking her off the seat of the Basilisk as it flew out of the mouth without her.

Adelle raised her right arm as she fell and activated the grappling wire. The hook slipped through the mucous for a moment before snagging in the skin around the mouth. She gathered the Force to her and Pulled on the wire, launching herself up and out of the maw. She hit the slimy flesh and scrabbled for purchase before she managed to kick off one of its teeth, sending her falling into the air once again. Her Basilisk angled itself under her and she caught it with a hand, pulling herself back into the seat.

A string of curses in Olys Corellisi filled comms for a moment before Adelle's slimed finger found the mute command.

The worm, thoroughly angered, let out a snarling roar.

 

[Vytal Noctura]

The Witch's emerald eyes narrowed as the worm finally emerged. Two specters flew out in an effort to dazzle it with sight (if it had even rudimentary eyes) and sound. Stimuli to aid in Adelle's immediate assault. Once the Mandalorian herself was engaged, Vytal had the haunts fade back out of mortal sight so they weren't as distracting to the hunters as they might have been to the prey.

She tensed ready to help keep the beast from retreating after the stunning, internal assault with the grav charges. That quickly become apparent as not being necessary when the worm recovered and countered with haste. With the way it had tested the bay in which they sat, perhaps it shouldn't be so surprising it wouldn't succumb quickly. It was smart for a beast. And now angered.

Vytal's attention shifted to Adelle herself when the warrior drew upon the Force. Appropriate use for one of her ilk. Nothing flashy; enough to survive an otherwise perilous encounter.

Not about to let the worm have free reign to pursue Adelle or not give the others time to react, the Witch stood to her feet and in the same motion stretched out a hand palm facing up. A fiery column of energy erupted from 'under' the worm to deliver a biting physical blow as it snarled. It didn't expect them to stand there and listen to it's rage broadcast in rapt silence, did it? Vytal knew some evil 'geniuses' out there did and she enjoyed attacking them mid-monologue as well.

Siv Kryze | Veyla Krinn | Adelle Bastiel​

 

[Veyla Krinn]

Veyla felt the moment the deck gave way, not through the sensors alone, but in the way the air pressure shifted and the Force tightened, like a held breath finally released. The alpha's emergence wasn't chaotic. It was deliberate. Confident. The kind of confidence that came from being the apex thing in a dead world that had never learned how to fight back.

She didn't speak when it broke through. Not yet.

Her Basilisk held position just off-angle from the breach, enough distance to avoid the first thrash, close enough that she could see the details most would miss—the way the armored plates framed the mouth, the way the mucous sheen thickened when it recoiled, the way its movements sharpened the instant Adelle committed. Veyla tracked it all, calm and steady, letting the picture assemble itself exactly as Siv had said it would.

Then Adelle went in.

Veyla's jaw set—not in alarm, not in surprise, but in recognition. That was the moment. The flare. The hook that made the beast decide.

When Adelle was clipped and yanked free, Veyla's hands tightened on the controls, Basilisk drifting half a meter forward on instinct alone. She did not override Siv's positioning. She did not crowd the lane. But she was ready.

When Adelle caught herself, grapple, Force, grit, and made it back into the saddle, Veyla finally keyed her mic, voice cutting clean through the roar.

"It's locked on you now," she said, precise and unraised, not praise, not panic, just fact. "Good work. That was the tell."

The worm's roar rolled through the hangar, angry and deep, a sound meant to freeze prey. Veyla watched how it shifted its bulk afterward, how its attention narrowed, how it stopped testing the space and started committing.

"It's overextended," she added, eyes flicking between the worm's body and the damaged plating beneath it. "Mouth's the weak point, but its balance is worse right now. It's angry. That makes it sloppy."

Vytal's strike erupted beneath the beast, green fire tearing upward. Veyla felt the impact ripple through the structure and through the worm itself. Not pain exactly, but offense. Surprise.

She shifted her Basilisk laterally, giving Siv a clearer line and Adelle space to disengage if needed, still not taking point, just supporting the shape of the fight.

"If it tries to retreat," Veyla continued, tone steady as bedrock, "it'll turn its head first. Watch the angle. That's when it's slowest."

Her gaze stayed on Adelle for half a heartbeat longer than necessary, not to command, not to coddle, but to acknowledge.

"You got what we needed," she finished quietly. "Now we make it regret choosing this wreck."

She didn't rush in.

She didn't shout.

She waited for the next opening—because now the hunt had truly begun.
Vytal Noctura Adelle Bastiel Siv Kryze

 

[Siv Kryze]

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Siv didn't answer right away.

The hangar was chaos—twisted durasteel screaming under strain, the alpha worm half-emerged and furious, Vytal's strike still burning heat into the air. Adelle was clear, barely, and the beast was exactly where Siv had wanted it: angry, committed, and stuck choosing between too many threats at once.

That was enough.

"Everyone hold," Siv said at last, voice cutting through the roar without rising to meet it. Not calm for comfort—calm because this part was already decided. "This is the moment."

He rolled his Basilisk forward just enough to be seen, just enough to draw the worm's focus off Adelle entirely. The thing snapped toward him, bulk shifting, wreckage tearing loose beneath its weight.

Siv felt the timing settle in his bones—not a whisper, not a vision. Just that familiar pressure, like the world leaning the wrong way right before it corrected itself.

"There," he said again, softer this time. Certain.

The worm lunged.

Siv didn't flee.

He dropped.

His Basilisk cut power and slipped sideways, skimming beneath the snapping jaws as the alpha overreached, its mass carrying it forward into the fractured hangar floor. Ancient Star Destroyer plating finally gave up the argument, collapsing inward as the worm's weight punched through layers of rotten deck and support struts.

"Veyla—now," Siv ordered, sharp but controlled. "Cut its retreat."

He surged back up, driving fire and concussion into the exposed mouth plating—not to kill it, not yet, but to keep it committed, to keep it furious and blind. The alpha thrashed, trying to pull free, but the wreck had become a trap, collapsed metal biting into its bulk.

"Adelle," he continued, already turning to flank, "you did your job. Get clear unless you see a cleaner shot than mine."

A brief pause, then—dry as ever:

"And no one volunteer to ride it unless you're feeling sentimental. I'm not fishing anyone out of a stomach today."

The alpha roared again, weaker now, movement turning desperate instead of dominant. Its advantage—size, confidence, inevitability—was gone. It had chosen the wrong battlefield and shown its throat doing it.

Siv lined up the final angle, that same pressure settling once more, telling him not why, only when.

"Finish it," he said simply.

And together, they did.

Tag: Adelle Bastiel Vytal Noctura Veyla Krinn