Log:Domino's Detention: Day 1
Domino's Detention: Day 1
OOC Date: April 22 2020
Location: Chandrila system
Participants: Domino Graystorm, Ambrosia Greystorm
Detention Corridor - CRS Pantheon According to detailed plans pertaining to the cruiser, this hallway appears to bore its way directly through the center of the cruiser. It is well-guarded by both personnel and a military-grade force field at its mouth. It deadends after rows upon rows of sealed blastdoors.
Unlike the pristine glare of the remainder of the Mon Calamarian vessel, this hallway is crafted of darker, matte durasteel. Glowlights line the overhead, creating pools of light before each door. There is always a guard patroling this corridor to ensure its security is maintained.OOC)- Ambrosia Greystorm can appreciate a fellow escape artist's skill.
(The following interrogation was performed between amiable parties, using +taskrolls accordingly)
[Domino]
Domino was turned in to the Senate, where oddly enough an Ex-Jedi and ex-inlaw threatened to liberate her, before winding up in more secure surroundings. She doesn't put up a fight, though she does whine about the restraints and the lack of booze. In fact when Amber arrives Domino's trying to reason with the security monitor be it electric, droid, or staff, "C'mon. Just...a lil whiskey. Think of it this way: If I'm really THIS dangerous then having me tipsy just makes me LESS competent, right?" She ughns and paces her cell "C'mon, don't leave me bored & Sober!"
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
"I'm dreadfully sorry to report that our complimentary beverage service has been discontinued..."
A gravelly purr answers Dom's plea via the one-way intercom. It's a slightly more satisfied-sounding version of the grumpy grunting that conversed with Domino those two-odd years ago in the hallway of Jax'a residence. The 'fitness instructor', now addressing her 'clown' with the audible smile of a cat who's got a mouse by the tail.
"Open the door," Ambrosia commands the guard with a nod of her head and passes off her sidearm. Hands up halfway in show to the vid surveillance that she isn't on verge of executing their prisoner. The door opens, she steps in. 5'9" of moderately aged rebel. In place of a smile, there is a chill and a forward stare.
"Hello, Peaches."
[Domino]
Domino looks up and her eyebrows lift "Hi Ex auntie." She chirps, head canting as she looks over the other woman, "Sorta thought you'd be dead by now. Well. Only after 1that you exist. So if I'm stuck sober, how about these bracelets? Unless you HONESTLY think a non-space wizard is somehow going to slip her cell, make it through Jedi and soldiers, and somehow escape." She allows a lopsided grin "I am sincerely flattered at all this fuss. As flattered as I was that bounty hunters came in pairs to collect me. Truely, high compliments."
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
"I read the report," Ambrosia studies Domino in turn, scanning her attire. "Maybe I set the price too high. I /told/ them I could've posted less." She settles to a halt in front of the little trouble-maker, within huggable range. Both hands do come up, but it's to strip that bling, one earring at a time. Gently at first, but with a glint in her eyes that silently challenges her ex niece to give her reason t'be otherwise.
"For safe keeping," says her mouth. "Formalities."
[Domino]
Domino's brow knits, "WHAT report?" She looks briefly disgruntled, "That price was insulting as it was meant to be I'm sure but I'm easy pickings so I get it...hey-hey.." She wrinkles her nose and makes a soft whine grumbling, "No touchie, damnitall. Have it, I don't care. How about I just remove it and give it to you?" she offers. She lowers her lashes and purrs "Unless you gonna take ALL my peircings..." she eyebrow waggles at Amber with a wink.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
"Sumi Kora is a professional. She knows how to use a stylus as well as her guns. A rarity, perhaps, in such transactions, but commendations are in high order." Grumpy Greystorm goes about her business matter-of-factly, plucking the rings from eyebrow as well. The items are slipped into an interior jacket pocket, zipped up and...
Oh. Ugh.
The stone wall that is Ambrosia's face begins to crack with more'n the usual array of crows feet and frown lines. "You disgust me," she admits, for it is writ plainly on her face. "But I am. Or rather, you are. I don't think you'll /want/ my help.." she growls quietly. One palm reluctantly unfolds to receive.
This is the downside to keeping live prisoners.
[Domino]
Domino bites her bottom lip HARD to contain her mirth, her large hazel eyes glimmering with mirthful triumph that awknowledge if that finds it's way past her lips MIGHT invoke a physical rebuke. Nostrils flaring to contain her mirth she removes anything Amber misses. Without missing a beat she FIRST hands Amber the handcuffs she'd slipped at some point then hums a cartoonish burlesque tune as she shimmies and rummages under her dress and produces several OTHER peircings and hands them over. Standing up strait she clasps her hands infront of her and asks innocently "Wanna check or we fine with the honor system here?" Her smile innocent and minty fresh as a holovid for dental hygeine products.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
"Thank you," says Ambrosia in a teeth-clenched way that fails to convey real gratitude. If anything, it's the opposite.
"This isn't how I'd preferred to begin our reunion," she supervises with a glare while Domino starts handing over the goods, "but men just don't seem to think of these things." Jewelry as potential lockpicks, that is. Case in point, the binders dangle from one finger. A finger which then displays it aloft to whoever is monitoring detention surveillance.
Somebody's going to feel her /gratitude/ outside this cell, later.
STILL. The General's got to appreciate skill when she sees it. One wily woman to another. She almost smiles. Almost. "I see you're capable of what I suspected. A temporary solution to your boredom, after all, mm?"
Louder then, without looking at the camera again. "Scanner." All of the bling is gathered into hand to offer in exchange when the device arrives.
[Domino]
Domino chortles softly "You KNOW you could have just invited me and I'd have come, right? You could have saved your rebel piggy bank and some mental trauma." She tilts her head and adds "I feel like I owe you for breaking the daily monotony. I still have absolutely no idea what's this about but I'm willing to bet it's either due to over active imaginations or the misguided believe that this impacts the new Ren in the Galaxy in some way. I suppose it doesn't matter-though I AM curious why drunk ex-jedi are trying to pluck me out of the senate's hands? That was...unexpected."
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
"They're lucky they failed," Ambrosia mumbles, making the tradeoff and spinning Domino about for a head-toe scanning. The bling on the dress is an annoyance for sure and Greystorm makes a mental note to have the garment swapped for a jumpsuit later. "Does the 'drunk ex Jedi' have a name?" She pauses in her scans to snatch some hairpins and flick a couple fingers under Dom's chin. "Open."
[Domino]
Domino jerks her head back and grimaces "Just ask, no touchie." She really hates being touched, the weirdo. She opens her mouth and pushes the device out with her tongue and drops it into Amber's hand, all wet and slobbery before opening wide and turning her head this way and that so Amber can see nothing else is in there "Why are you stuck doing this? Don't you have grunts who get the fun jobs?" When she asks about the ex-jedi she hmmms, "Only because he realized while he can bully two Mandos he'd have a harder time bullying a bunch of uppity Jedi. Ax You know which dumbnuts named Ax. He wanted to give me a chance to escape. Which, I'm sorry as competent as Sumi is I could have done literally at any point in this venture. I was curious so I came."
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
"I've not begun to get touchy," Ambrosia watches the slimy orthadontics plop into her awaiting palm and manages to contain the inward sigh. Why IS she doing this? She doesn't answer that question. It takes one to know one.
"Axilon..." she muses softly. "And to think I was so generously social, daresay affectionate with little Qadira and their offspring." Like, talked to them and everything. Baby gifts, too! Like a real human. "Maybe it's time for another visit from 'Aunty A'." She sounds less like the grandmother she is and more like the wolf that devoured her.
"Curiosity is something you and Mr. Arcantael have in common, isn't it?" The scanner gets passed blindly over to shoulder to the guard who still stands there looking like maybe he'd rather be on patrol. Elsewhere. There's a furrow in Amber's brow as she considers Dom's simplified look. Consideration that ends with a long and ponderous stare at her eye...lashes. "How IS Oran these days? Last I heard, he was enjoying the company of some Bimm."
[Domino]
Domino's eyes widen and she perks, "Axilon? That's his real name? Hah!" she snorts and looks at Amber, "One. I'm not worth it. Let senator sesti deal with that idiot. Two: if you're dumb enough to believe you wouldn't pay a toll for that chat and with nothing to show for it than a headache I'd say you're not as smart as I thought you were." She mock pouts "At which point the rest of my stay's gonna be way more boring than I though."
She stiffens a bit and looks sidelong, "Oh please. You know Oran's..." She waves her hand and looks vaguely disgruntled, "The curiosity comes with intellect. In his case anyway. In my case-just boredom." her brow furrows and she studies Amber carefully, "Bimm? Is that what this is about? Er. I sense fishing but...dunno for what." she studies Amber "Look. I like you. So how about we spare both of our dignities and you just ASK for whatever you want so you don't have to pretend to be clever and I don't have to do linguistic contortion trying to keep up that facade?"
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
It wouldn't be half as infuriating if Ambrosia didn't see a little bit of her younger, assine self beaming through in Domino's insolent little pouts and smiles. You can't fix stupid, but you /can/ beat it into submission.
Greystorm puts one leg forward after another, counting on the threat of bodily contact to repel Dom into the corner between adjacent bunks with her leg-straddling strides. Her left fist slams into the molded frame above Peaches' pretty head, producing a sort of muffled but no less ominous THUD. Doesn't quite have the same, satisfying ring that metal does, when struck. But the simulated ache in her knuckles is there. She leans into it. Strength and satisfaction drawn from pain.
"Arcantael did say I was wasted here..." she murmurs softly, maintaining close eye contact. "We had a common understanding, at the core. One predator recognizing another for what it is...." she dips her chin forward to speak alongside Dom's ear. Not touching. Just so very close. "The difference now is that the one who held my leash and authorized his release is dead." RIP, Leia. "So, my dear, I recommend you discard your own mask and be very forthcoming with the truth, or I will have no use for you and you will be released back to /your/ master just as he returned Black to us, those many months ago." A pause while she considers Dom's size. "Perhaps a smaller box. Save on the shipping cost." A faint but nonetheless chilling smile. "War is costly, afterall. Pinch credits where you can."
A deep inhale, then she straightens up and takes a half step back. "Caf? Before we begin? He'd the same luxury, it's only fair."
[Domino]
Domino's eyes widen and some color drains from her as she skitters back and lifts her hands in defensive surrender. At the fist slam she jerks and issues a girlish yelp, "I'm not fighting any damned wars! I'm /definitely/ not into pain for any ideological cause! You are ALL idiots! The Ren! The Res! The Jedi! All fighting for things which ain't EVER gonna exist! I'm not bleeding for anyones stars be damned fairy tales!" she cowers away splayed hands still up, "Whatever you want, woman! Ok! I'm TOO DAMNED HOT to die cause I was bored! Whatever I did I'm sorry, ok?!" A pause and a soft mutter "Oh please, He is **NOT** my master. Even HE knows that." She closes her eyes and whimpers "Please tell me I'm not here because you think I do something other than provide world class blowjobs? Oh kriff, please tell me you didn't bring me here for intel." she leans as far away ans she can, hands still up and quaking as she seems to awake the inevitable beat down.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
"No caff? All right." Ambrosia shrugs a shoulder and backs off, restoring Dom's breathing room. The old ice queen helps herself to a seat on one of the bunks, boots crossed at the ankle. "Note for record, guest of detention cell A3 has refused refreshment at this time. But I did offer." Crossing T's, dotting I's. Hands fold loosely in lap and she flits a tongue over her own, dry lips. Hydration is for nerds.
"Everyone's got to be good at something," she nods about the 'jobs'. "Some talents are more useful than others, as ... underestimated or undervalued as they might be." A tight-lipped smile, there. "I do think you're capable of more than that, in service. I think you sing, too. When it suits you. Which is why I don't fancy you sniffing about. Neither does the Republic, naturally, but.../maybe/ the prejudice is unjustified?"
"Are you, or have you ever been affiliated with the Knights of Ren, beyond your bedroom conquests?" Flinty, green eyes cast a studious gaze over Dom's hazel peepers. The skeptical scrutiny a mother aims at her son after stumbling across a questionable something in their room. Did it /really/ just belong to a friend?
[Domino]
Domino swallows and slowly lowers her hands, watching Amber cautiously and her gaze flicks as she notes the exits and the security devices-both hidden and visable-like someone who already knew where they'd be located. She blinkity-blink-blinks "You're KIDDING, right? Kriff no. I mean..sometimes they bring stuff back for me to look at? And this isn't about what I'm capable of though I don't know anyone who'd consider me capable of whatever you're implying. Oran didn't think much of my skills." A touch bitter "Malik Ren thinks even less."
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
"Mhmm." Ambrosia's jaw juts a bit to the left in thought. Her weight shifts forward to lean elbows on knees, both boots planted firmly on the floor. "Ignore them," she motions to those security features with a degree of unveiled malice in her cordial smile. In another life she'd have made a fine, Imperial officer. But fine, Imperial whores are not afforded the same opportunities. Alas. "Eyes on me, girl. I'm not as slow and enfeebled as I look."
She IS thirsty though, so goes fishing on her belt. Right above the thigh holster for her knife is a flask. The tiniest of sips is taken. A whistle-wetter.
"Enough with the nerfpucky, mm? You're not the helpless, frightened wench you're playing at. If Oran, or Malik, didn't think much of your skills, they wouldn't waste their time picking your brain for insight on 'stuff', would they? I watched his every move, on Rori. He doesn't abide idiocy. Doesn't bore himself with idle company. A package might be pretty to look at but if it's empty inside, I don't think he would hesitate to throw it away."
"What sort of 'stuff' do you appraise, for them?" The flask moves from one hand to the other. Thumb absently flicking cap to and fr
[Domino]
Domino rolls her eyes "Maybe I'm not dumb but I'm definitely a coward." her tone exasperated but there's definitely not that lofty arrogance she had before. Her gaze returns to Amber, sizing the woman warily, "Have you MET the other ladies-or men-in his rotation? He is COMPLETELY fine with vapid. You're not wrong about his lack of attachments though." She chews her bottom lip "Not appraise. Er. Slicing. Back up, decrypt, scan for naughty software. Since I accidentally backed up a bunch of porn over a drive that had the blueprints for the Phantom he hasn't really trusted me with anything...ah. Sensitive. Trust..isn't really a thing."
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
Speaking of vapid...
Greystorm's stare has adopted a bit of a vacant look to it. Glazed over as she listens. Maybe she's imagining the 'accidental' incident that Domino divulges so readily.
It /is/ a little funny. But her face would never betray the good-humored sentiment.
Instead, she bows her head like there's a great weight resting there and closes up the flask. Pockets it. "Trust and love are not the same. One does not neccessitate the other. So when you insist he doesn't trust you...I can believe it. /I/ don't trust you. Nor do I harbor any love for you, but Oran..." She musters a grim smile. "It was both in what he said and he didn't say that lead me to suspect, quite strongly, that somewhere beneath that blackhearted veneer he will feel loss and sadness, when his toy is returned broken."
The 'indomitable' Greystorm pushes stiffly to her feet and wags a knowing finger of condemnation with a backstep toward the door. "For a coward, you are playing a dangerous game. I raised three children and an Army, Miss....whatever surname you prefer these days. I can sort a lie from the truth. And YOU are weaving them most foolishly.
[Domino]
Domino 's eyebrows shoot up along with her hands again waving them halfheartedly, "Woah, woah, who said anything about...?" She drops her hands and rolls her eyes, "Fine. I loved the vain, freaky lil asshole. My feelings are mixed on Malik Ren." She eyes Amber "Murder of the helpless isn't your thing. It's his thing, definitely not yours." The words would sound certain were it not for that very unconvinced tone. She sighs, "Loosing me WOULD have upset Oran but I promise you Malik Ren won't batt an eye. He didn't even recognize me when he came back." She lifts her chin and glares sullenly at Amber "I don't know why I'm here. Is it because I was snooping around Senators? He doesn't even CARE, I was just BORED! What do you WANT woman?!"
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
"You don't know what 'things' I will do, out of neccessity." Her boots slow their tread toward the exit, however, and she clasps hands loosley against the low of her back. "They were called 'Black Ops' for good reason, back in the day..." A hint of remorse, fake? Real? It furrows her brow. "Those in Command can't afford to be squeamish." She lifts her chin a few degrees and summons a small smile of acknowledgement.
"But, maybe I was too hasty. You see soldiers my age are few and far between, for the simple reality that our profession doesn't make for a long lifespan. So. Time is precious. High commodity. I won't waste." She remains near the door. "Given your history, I don't think your motivation to offer security services to the New Republic's citizens and Officials was born from the goodness of your heart. I think you would have thieved and sold information as it suited you. To Ren, or otherwise. So. Prove me wrong. Tell me the nature of your affiliations with Ren, the Knights -- what you do, in fact do for them -- and with the First Order...ehm. Vanguard, is it?"
A cheshire smile. "If you need some time to consider your answers, I'll understand."
[Domino]
Domino eyes Amber and her skin has gone an ashen palor, "I was bored. He doesn't trust me with 'important' things." She airquotes with a petchulant tone creeping into the anxious pitch her voice has acquired, "I like seeing where I can go, what I can see and hear. Ask the senator I was chatting with-I never followed up with him. MAlik Ren said to leave it alone-which I only did cause I'm on very thin ice with him because I've been unmanagable lately but had I been left to my own devices I'd have gone and gotten into everyone's business because it's what I do for fun. As for why Malik Ren keeps me around-I go, I slice, I creep ahead and disarm security systems." Her nostrils flare and her face flushes "HEY! The Vanguard was disbanded after Exegol or whatever that place was named everything went to shit." She eyes Amber "I had a deal with Rey. That you all didn't know what the kriff to do with Oran when you had him is NOT my problem-I held my end of the bargain and even if you break me now I've made DAMNED sure anyone who goes snooping after those poor kids pays a steep price." she eyes Amber "So honor the deal. They're not with the order. They're just regular folk."
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
It comes spilling out and Ambrosia listens. The dynamics between her and Ren, the lengths to which her boredom will take her...If Malik's release wasn't still such a touchy subject for the General, there might've been a hint of smugness to her expression as the bitchy battleaxe regards the erruption. of Mount Domino. "/Some/ of us," Greystorm corrects ever-so-softly. "/Some/ of us didn't know what to do with him." And some of us did. But Leia's steady moral compass never did give sway to her old friend's advice.
"Ahh, and there she is," a cool note of praise from Amber when Domino jumps in defense of her beloved, former FO operatives. Both hands open wide, like she's just unwrapped the truth herself. They clap once together. "I never spoke to Rey about it, so I cannot speak now of whatever arrangement the two of you hand. My apologies." Not. "I'm not concerned with those who have seen the error of their upbringing and moved on to serve less tyrannical causes. I just wanted the confirmation. Thank you."
"Now, I won't be so rude as to monopolize your time. There are others who'd like to spend time in your company. In the meantime, maybe a change of outfit, mm?" A little upnod to Dom's current getup and she motions for the guard to let her out. "Be back before you miss me."
[Domino]
Domino slumps back and exhales in apparently relief when Amber reveals the Vanguard aren't interesting. It's unclear if she heard much else from the way she slumps back...and discretely fishes out a flask from SOMEWHERE to nip a bit of it's contents.
