Duel Wrath of Iron

[Domina Prime]

I HEAR THIS VOICE KEEP ASKING ME
IS THIS MY BLOOD OR IS IT BLASPHEMY?

Ko Vuto | Braze ​

The ramp hissed open, smoke curling at her boots as she descended with the long shadow of a blade. Behind her, Conscripts of House Prime marched in lockstep, their armor catching the glow of the dying sun as they poured into the foreign outpost.

The place reeked of credits. Of ill-gotten spoils and gaudy indulgence. Pirates, mercenaries, and cutthroats lounged in debauchery, their wealth hung from rafters in trinkets and tapestries, their walls bleeding with the glow of neon. In many ways they resembled her Mandalorian Kith & Kin: killers, raiders, wolves of the void.

But where Dima knelt to the Destroyer God, these mongrels bent to credits and coin.

The difference was everything.

Domina straightened her military cap with a sigh as curses, laughter, and the clamor of greed filled the air. Then came the first breach. Blaster fire tearing the silence apart, followed by screams and the thunder of Prime's assault.

They fell quickly. Too quickly. Thugs with guns could never stand against warriors born to scripture.

Domina stood unmoved, lower claws folded neatly behind her back, upper arms cradling a heavy book of dark iron binding against her chestplate. The fortress erupted in fire, glass shattering into glittering rain, bodies collapsing in heaps. She did not flinch. "To the victor, the spoils," she spoke into the comms, voice smooth, commanding. "Bring their lord forth~ The riches are your reward."

A pause, the sound of grenades cracking in the distance.

"And remember- Spare only the worthy. New converts for the cause."

Her five eyes tracked the battlefield with cold patience as the sun dipped lower, painting the carnage in blood-red hues. Survivors were dragged in chains, lined up on their knees like offerings at her feet. At last, the pirate lord was hauled forward, beaten bloody, dropped before Domina as she loomed above him.

"W-why? We ain't never crossed the Mandos!" he barked, coughing blood. "We didn't do nothin' to deserve this!"

Domina crouched, a shadow wrapping over him, and placed a single claw upon his trembling lips.

"Be still, little rabbit~" she purred, claws trailing through his matted hair with a mockery of tenderness. "It's not personal... you've merely stumbled across something I've had my eye on for quite some time. And I would very much like it back."

Confusion cracked his bruised face. "W-what? We've hit Jedi vaults, Alliance posts, I don't understand!"

Domina's claws flicked open the book, pages whispering until she revealed an illustration: a small sphere, etched with runes that pulsed faintly with the weight of prophecy.

His eyes widened. His shoulders sank. He knew.

"The Starmap," Domina chittered, voice deep, resonant. "A treasure not meant for dogs. God's gifts are His children's alone."

She rose to her full height, eclipsing him in shadow. "Tell me its location, and you may limp back to your uhhh...heh. Lucrative business." Her gaze swept the ransacked outpost with disdain, every stolen bauble and shattered bottle another mark of their unworthiness.

"And my men?" he rasped, hope flickering.

Domina tilted her head, eyeing the kneeling prisoners. Slowly, she exhaled, the sound almost amused.

"They are not yours anymore."

Her voice sharpened like a dagger.

"They are Prime's. Ha'rangir's will demands blood, but it also demands the strong. Conscripts, converts...tributes to The Cause."

The grin behind her mask was audible in her tone as the pirate's face broke in horror. She reached out one of her arms and opened her clawed hands as if offering it for the poor man to take the deal.

"Worry not for your men. By the time i'm finished with them. You'll all thank me for making them BETTER...now then. The Map, if you would be so kind~"

 

[Ko Vuto]

Tag(s): Domina Prime | Avarice

As control of The Core began to collapse, the chaos allowed pirates and marauders to flourish within the relative security of the galactic core. Without their temple on coruscant to guard and others not being deemed as important Ko once more saw himself in the role of a Jedi investigator. Tasked to infiltrate organizations, sabotage them, gather evidence, and have them brought to justice. An often difficult task for the principled Kel Dor.

That was until a certain xeno warlord threw a proverbial wrench into his plans. Now he found himself amongst the rest of the crew. Chained with the others attached to his one arm. Now he had a predicament. Let the pirates here become part of Domina’s own machinations, or see them possibly escape both Domina and himself.

“Enough of this!" He shouted from his restraints. Ko didn’t look like himself. Instead he had over him the holographic disguise of some blonde human male with a breath mask over his face. With a sudden flick of his wrist Ko broke the chains that bound him to the others and stepped forwards as his holographic disguise flickered and glitched before finally deactivating. Now revealing the Kel Dor, clad in a simple yet form fitting Jedi jumpsuit. Domina would recognize that Ko wasn’t whole however, he was missing one of his appendages.

“These men here were meant to face justice for their crimes. But I can’t allow them to become pawns in your vial schemes Lady Domina!” Ko accused as he raised his arm and pointed at her with a clawed finger. It was bold to reveal himself. Even reckless. But he and his allies have been suffering some major defeats and his patience has been wearing thin on sustaining any more blows to his morale.​

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