#the rise and fall of a dathomirian princess

[duchess-doodles]

star wars where everything is the same except when savage rocks up to lotho minor instead of finding a crazy spider, maul somehow managed to squeeze all six legs and that spider ass into a mini skirt and my kink is karma has been on loop for the past twelve years

[vendettavalor]

@sithsjedi said: “ you're nothing like i imagined. ” — Prisoner of War Shi’al to Sith Sutek

⚔️ "I Wasn't Expecting You To Change My Life" Prompts // ACCEPTING ⚔️

"Sorry to disappoint you, Princess."

Despite his response, it is a fair assessment to make.

The holovids, the mission reports, and of course - the prophecy - it all painted Sutek as some kind of horrifying monster. A giant, hulking black beast with eyes like hellfire and cracked scales that glowed like fresh lava. A long-muzzled creature with jaws adorned with many rows of knife-like teeth and breath that boiled the air. Giant claws that killed everything they touched and horns that glowed like molten metal, poised to gore everything that crossed them with violent fury. From everything she'd heard, it sounded like he was made to fall like this from the very beginning. Like he was made for the role of a terrifying Sith Lord that no one survived an encounter with. But the truth was so much more... shocking.

Sutek didn't take the form of an inconquerable dragon like she'd seen in the holovids. He didn't wear a sharp white labcoat stained with blood from his many wicked experiments like the mission reports suggested. He didn't even wear the dark robes adorned with the familiar symbols and motifs of the Sith like so many others she'd learned about.

He's nothing like a Sith.

He was tall with a broad frame - bigger than Aurelia to be certain. Unlike her beautifully pale skin, Sutek's was the color of ash and adorned with various warm markings that almost mimicked a Dathomirian's. In the dim light, the spots and stripes glowed like warm, guiding candles. He lacked her soft shapes, instead option for a sharper, more aggressive-looking frame. His horns pointed forward rather than back, and his tail had spines along the end of it that rattled together in an almost melodic way. His crest was much shorter and smaller, and faintly, she could see rolled up feather closing beneath it, yearning to fan out and be free in a form of beautiful self-expression. And yet, despite all the differences, he was so much like his sister. They had the same nose, the same eyes, the same dimples that hid away when they relaxed their mouths. They both traced their hands along things while thinking, considering their purpose. They even walked the same way. It seemed that despite the distance created by circumstances, the twins were still twins.

And he was just like his sister.

"You'll find I'm nothing like Aurelia." His tone is sarcastic and almost dismissive as he half sneers at her. Sharp canines bare themselves past a curled lip. A clawed paw rises and waves casually, her tiny cell (more like a crate) rises and moves to rest upon some sort of mounted base. Above and below her, mechanical arms hold in place metal rings which rotate endlessly around glowing spheres of raw energy. Spheres which she now sits uncomfortably between. "I strive to accomplish something greater than simply changing the stubborn yet feeble minds of a long-dead Order."

Around the cell, the arms move to rest on Shi'al's left and right. The orbs flicker menacingly, their glow dying down only as the rings spin faster, then slow down once more. "While she and the Jedi fantasize about making the galaxy a better place, I am taking action to do so. I will make the universe a safer place for her. But until that work is complete, there is no safer place for her than here with me. And you,"

He approaches a panel nearby her cell and begins pressing several buttons. On their mark, the rings stop and quickly snap to align themselves around the spheres, allowing both orbs to grow brighter once more as they begin to charge. The rapidly increasing energy makes the air quiver and pulsate as their power mounts and builds. Red and blue lights clash against one another, creating sharp shadows in the room and highlighting both halves of his face in their respective light.

And for one dreadful second, there comes the realization that this was exactly the last thing Alfie's people saw before their living Force was so violently ripped away from them.

"You are just a means to that end."