𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙀𝘾𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝙔𝘽𝙍𝙄𝘿, clone wars ²

Threads of Destiny

Taking down droids is easy these days. I've found another form—the wolf form was too weak after being stabbed in the chest (okay, only twice, but still!). I lost it, the darkness swallowing me whole, but now? I've evolved. Now, I have the Indominus Rex form.

Stronger. Faster. More relentless.

I remember Dr. Wu's voice echoing in my mind, the night he stabbed that syringe into my flesh, something cold and searing surging through me. The world went dark, and when I came to, I was reborn. I growl, a low, primal sound that reverberates through my entire being, and with one swipe of my claws, I crush a droid in half, its metal frame crumpling like paper.

As I swing around, my agile body moves fluidly. Another droid hurls towards me. It shoots at my tail, but I'm quicker than it. I duck, spinning, and counter with a strike. My indomitable strength overpowers it, and I feel exhilarated. Outnumbered but unyielding, I revel in every blow.

This battle is just the beginning, a mere fragment of what I'm capable of. Each move, each growl, is a reminder that I am not just a creature of flesh and bone; I am a force to be reckoned with. The nightmares of my past are behind me, and I welcome the chaos ahead. The Indomiunus rex is here, and it's time to unleash hell.

"Nyx!" a voice calls me, piercing through the cacophony of battle. I duck just in time to avoid a deadly red beam of laser fire as Ventress lunges at me, her fury palpable.

"You betrayed us!" she growls, her eyes like icy daggers boring into my soul. I turn to face her, my jaws salivating at the thought of a fresh meal—one I hadn't tasted in days. The irritating droids and their mindless ferrets are amusing as hell, but nothing compares to the thrill of a real fight.

I smirk, a wicked glint flashing in my eyes. "Well, hello to you too, old friend," I sneer, feeling my quills tingle in anticipation. "Come to end my life like you've done on Serenno when we fought the Jedi?"

The memories of that battle flicker like flames in my mind—lightsabers clashing, the smell of scorched metal, the thrill of combat. I can feel my heart race at the thought as I take a step closer, taunting her. "Didn't think you'd come back for seconds, Ventress. What's the matter? Can't resist a taste of betrayal?"

I can see the rage boiling beneath her calm facade, and it only fuels my fierceness. As she raises her lightsaber, the blade hums with energy, and I prepare myself for the clash of our powers. It's just us—the predator and the prey—the line between friend and foe blurring in the heat of this moment.

This time, I won't back down. This time, I'll show her what it means to face the Indominus Rex.

But then the ship shakes violently, throwing me off balance. I let loose a string of curses as the title tilts, alarms blaring ominously around us. I glance toward the open hangar, and my heart races at the sight of Anakin and Obi-Wan's fighters sweeping through the air, their blasters firing with ruthless precision, taking down one more droid fighter.

I feel the tension in the air—like the coiling threads of a storm—and shift my steely gaze back to Ventress. She's on edge, her grip tightening on her lightsaber as the reality of our situation sinks in. "You can run," I hiss, my voice low and dangerous. "But I'm not one to take a life."

Underneath the circumstances, something shifts within me. I back off slowly, one deliberate step at a time, my tail curling protectively around my flank as the crimson stripes shimmer like a serpent ready to strike. I stand my ground, poised, watching her every move.

There's something primal in this moment; the chaos outside can be a distraction, but I'm focused on her. Ventress is fierce, cunning, but I'm not the creature she once tortured. I won't let her dictate how this ends.