Gamma Rays - 1character - Demala Nere -
Title: Gamma Rays
Fandom: Star Wars
Character: OC - Demala Nere (Chagrian, Mandalorian)
Theme set: Gamma
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars or anything in that universe. I'm not making money.
Rating: PG
A/N: Due to the nature of the community (1character ) I've taken the prompt table from, where original character in fandom setting is not allowed, I'm just gonna go ahead and post this here anyway after working on it for a few days. The way this works is per prompt, write one sentence. It was far more difficult than I had originally anticipated, but I feel I have a better handle on the character now, so yay for that.
(Fan Fiction List)
01 . snow
Demala tugged the thick cream fabric around her bare shoulders, the ground crunching beneath her thick soled boots, and knelt into the frozen landscape with a sniper rifle cocked in her gloved hands-the target wasn't getting away, not this time.
02 . child
The small Nautolan-shaped rag-doll hung limply in her hands, staring up at the sky with beady eyes over a blank smile, and did not complain when she tore away the headtails from its head one by one.
03 . brick
“Some buildings will shred as easily as flimsi, while others will not bend to even the strongest thermal detonator,” said buir with a smile and a pat to Demala’s head as she held various rocks out to her, and then added, “be sure to know the difference, unless you want the building to come down around you when hunting.”
04 . judgment
“Don't take me back there,” the Twi'leki runaway slave cried before succumbing to the sleep; unaware that no, Demala did not intend to do anything but deposit her into the hands of a trusted contact, ship her out to a safe location, and give her a chance at a better life.
05 . powder
Her hips curled against the vertical bar, swaying slowly to the music as she danced for the audience that stared open-mouthed, then arched her back to allow her head to fall over her shoulders, and glimpsed the exchange of spice at the other end of the cantina-jackpot, her mind rang, target acquired.
06 . grim
The only thing Demala could think of when buir quietly said: “I'll handle it,” and disposed of the mangled remains of a torched youngling when no one else could so much as lay eyes on him, was that while she never wanted to be in buir's place, she did want to find that level of strength within herself someday.
07 . trap
When her modified droid discovered her in an empty cell with her hands cuffed behind her back, dressed in only her undergarments, it hadn't needed to be said but Demala said it anyway: “trap.”
08 . star
“That is a representation of Kad Ha'rangir, the destroyer god of the Mandalorians, for life and change is created from destruction and strife,” buir explained as she pointed to the remnants of a supernova in the black sky above them while they laid side by side on the hull of their freighter, “which means that, sometimes, hardship is necessary-but only if you use it to strengthen yourself, and never give in or give up.”
09 . possession
“We don't keep many things,” Demala informed the captured merc, “and I'm not sure if that's a result of the Mandalorian lifestyle, the heretic teaching my buir grew up with, her obsessive need to be prepared to up and leave at any moment, or a combination of all three.”
10 . bandage
“It's just a flesh wound,” he said as Demala tightened the bandage over the bleeding stump that was his arm, “and besides, I can afford a prosthetic.”
11 . pearl
It only took her a moment to say yes and fork over the credits once she picked up the custom knife, felt how the curved handle fit comfortably in her palm, admired the pearl inlaid in the hilt... and managed to haggle off 50% of the price tag with her T-visor alone.
12 . glass
She laid a hand on the curved transparisteel of the bacta tank and stared at the submerged face of a million soldiers, marred by the blue of the bacta and the scars and wrinkles and stress lines that shouldn’t have formed there, not for another twenty years.
13 . classified
Need to know was not a concept she had been thrilled to learn, and despite understanding it, Demala still felt betrayed, on some level, that though she was capable of taking blaster bolts to the chest, she wasn’t good enough to be privy to more information-other than go in and shoot that guy.
14 . buttons
With a jerk of her sharp teeth and a twist of her wrists, the thread securing the new fastener to her tattered vest snapped and sliced open a shallow line across the left side of her lower lip as it whipped apart.
15 . closet
Four years old and hiding inside a dark corner of the gas mining facility, Demala hugged her knees to her chest and held her breath as shadows danced across the crack of light beneath the door-silent tears rolling down her cheeks as the words don’t hurt me don’t hurt me don’t hurt me don’t hurt me don’t repeated like a broken data disc inside her head.
16 . ash
The only difference between the flakes that fell from the black sky of this war-torn planet and those of the frozen-over ice planet she visited prior to this one was that she couldn’t eat the ones that fell here; they still covered everything, still consumed everything, and still seemed to suck the life out of the landscape and the people that called the planet home.
17 . definition
“Please don’t tell your buir I said that,” he said with a placatory smile as he waved a slice of uj-cake in her face as a bribe, “and please please please don’t ask her what schutta means.”
18 . staircase
“Oh, look buir,” Demala teased over their private comm channel, “your favorite-stairs.”
19 . nail
The solid mallet felt heavier than it looked, and the thunk it made as she forced the final nail into the coffin-one that was too small, far too small-killed something inside her, though she was not yet sure just what part of her she had left to bury.
20 . prey
“You shouldn’t run, prey,” Demala cooed as she slammed her boot down on the chest cavity of the Togrutian bounty, jerked the six-legged feline predator away before it ripped a new hole in the humanoid’s leg, and then added: “it tends to excite Bastion.”
21 . backwards
Demala pretended to nearly lose her balance, arms held straight out to either side, as she took two steps back then one step forward, and then commented: “no, I don’t feel any different.”
22 . trouble
The viewscreen winked to life under Demala’s hand, the curved window obscuring the large nose of her neighbor as he lifted a small carton to the camera, and said: “hey, I heard you could use some trouble, and I thought, since I have some extra ice-cream…”
23 . little
“It’s funny, Demala,” her buir said as they walked down the streets of Keldabe in full armor, hand in hand, “but you used to be the little one, and now, years later, I’m the one who feels pocket sized…”
24 . collar
There was just enough space to slip her hand under the leather strap around her neck, hook her finger under the side, and pull-but it wasn’t enough, the Force damned collar wasn’t coming off.
25 . circle
She held the remote droid in her hands, stared at the visual reticule, and then twisted sharply, wincing as splintered pieces of durasteel flew past her eyes and wires sparked between her fingers.
26 . hands
With the right amount of of pressure applied to her fingers, her knuckles cracked and wrists crunched as she worked out the kinks of her joints, and ignored the green blood of her opponent still smeared over the back of her gloves.
27 . freedom
“And I said,” Demala murmured as she hugged the Ikotchi youngling closer to her, “that I promise, I swear, that you will not leave here a slave, even if finding a way to take off that collar is the last thing I do.”
28 . last
“Last one to the ship is a rotten wharzog,” Demala croaked over her squad's frequency as she dragged her broken self out of the smoking crater, eternally grateful for her beskar'gam, and then shot a round into the half-dead Trandoshan on the ground beside her.
29 . scab
Don't pick at it, she told herself as she stared at her shaking arm, tracing the dark purple skin-growth that covered at least half of the exposed skin with her eyes, and choked back the memory of the fire.
30 . crown
“As your acting bodyguard, my honest opinion is that... you look beautiful,” Demala said in what she hoped was a reassuring tone as she trailed the Togrutian princess from her private quarters, and silently prayed the following political conference would not be as dangerous as it was yesterday.
31 . time
“The mistake most people make,” he told her as they shouldered their way into a grimy cantina in the pit of Keldabe, “is that everyone always has all the time in the galaxy, and that worrying over not having it is merely wasting energy that could be used much more productively.”
32 . rice
Just because the grain was good for her-and a favored food of her mother, her mother's mother, and her mother's mother's mothers-didn't mean that she had to be exceptionally thrilled to shovel it down with a side of dewback strip-steak.
33 . worn
She held up the faded pair of pants and took in the almost completely peeled away side-stripes, the knees reduced to a mess of tangled threads, and the backside rubbed raw, and finally accepted that her favorite pair of slacks were beyond repair.
34 . paint
“I didn't say I didn't like it,” said her uncle as he circled around the Ghtroc 720 light freighter, “it's just that the Firaxa paint job is a little...well, it's a little conflicting, ad'ika, seeing how the whole ship looks like one of them really big sea turtles.”
35 . ache
“Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum,” Demala whispered as she stood over the marker jammed into the ground in the middle of a barren wasteland, on a backrocket planet in the middle of nowhere, and failed to stop the tears as they fell.
36 . cherry
Demala tried not to cringe as the humanoid popped the cherryfruit into his mouth and offered her the bowl-didn't he know Chagrians have no taste-buds, and thus dislike eating as a rule?
37 . library
“I know it's a very old data-cron,” Demala charmed the elderly Ithorian behind the counter at the Library of the Republic on Coruscant, “but it is for my university studies, and the developmental history of the Re-I'm sorry-the Empire is immensely fascinating for me.”
38 . win
If it was one thing she loved about being home on Manda'yaim, it was the riveting games of meshgeroya, where she'd come away with either a broken rib, or four hundred credits richer-a situation she effectively considered as win/win.
39 . loss
Part of being a Mandalorian was living life to the fullest, experiencing attachment, and understanding that the chosen lifestyle of most of them ran with a great risk-and often resulted not in the delivery of a body, but of an empty buy'ce and dried tear tracks.
40 . fold
“Relax,” she said as she caught and lowered the dying Rodian in her lap, leveled the blaster against his skull, and then squeezed the trigger.
41 . music
While she didn't like the possibility of blowing out her ear drums, there were moments where Demala had to take a step back, sit down, turn up the volume to as loud as it could go, and just drown out the rest of the galaxy.
42 . bell
“Good boy, Bastion, good boy,” purred Demala as she patted the strill on the head, tucked the crystal bell into her back pouch, and then stepped over the half-chewed Aqualish-or, well, what remained of her-as she headed back to her ship.
43 . sleep
“Please, buir,” Demala pleaded beside the female human lying supine on the floor of her ship's cargo hold with eyes studiously focused on the ceiling, “I know you have unaddressed psychological issues-as you keep telling me-but for once, for me, could you please put to use your heavily neglected bed?”
44 . contact
The time for words ended the moment he laid his hand on hers, and the time for kicking shebs began when she slammed him through a wall and decided that, man, she really liked his shoes.
45 . electricity
She felt it-the spark that happened inside whenever the Togrutian princess turned and shot a small, personal, smile in her direction-and realized too late that she was in deep, deep, osik.
46 . milk
A hop and a swing of her hands adjusted the youngling against her hip, and she brushed the bottle against the small Twi'lek's lips a few times, holding it steady as he began to drink.
47 . wild
“Udesii,” Demala cooed with both hands up, open, empty, as she slowly circled around the young Ikotchi wearing nothing but the ripped up remains of an old robe, and mentally calculated just how many hits of sedatives she would need in order to successfully knock out the clearly abused youngling.
48 . expectation
“So,” Demala snapped over the comlink, “was it really too much to expect that a well and thoroughly trained Mando like yourself would know better than to blow his entire savings on a single game of Sabacc?”
49 . mechanism
Understanding certain aspects of different philosophies never ceased to entertain Demala, but that may have been chalked up more to knowing that not all phenomena of the universe could be explained by physical causes, and that her ability to levitate small objects to her beckoning hand wasn't a gift but a danger, a beacon to the hunters of the galaxy.
50 . finale
Explosive finishes were overrated, Demala decided as she jammed her thumb into the detonator, but seeing the night sky light up in a brilliant flash of red and gold was therapeutic, nonetheless.
Fandom: Star Wars
Character: OC - Demala Nere (Chagrian, Mandalorian)
Theme set: Gamma
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars or anything in that universe. I'm not making money.
Rating: PG
A/N: Due to the nature of the community (1character ) I've taken the prompt table from, where original character in fandom setting is not allowed, I'm just gonna go ahead and post this here anyway after working on it for a few days. The way this works is per prompt, write one sentence. It was far more difficult than I had originally anticipated, but I feel I have a better handle on the character now, so yay for that.
(Fan Fiction List)
01 . snow
Demala tugged the thick cream fabric around her bare shoulders, the ground crunching beneath her thick soled boots, and knelt into the frozen landscape with a sniper rifle cocked in her gloved hands-the target wasn't getting away, not this time.
02 . child
The small Nautolan-shaped rag-doll hung limply in her hands, staring up at the sky with beady eyes over a blank smile, and did not complain when she tore away the headtails from its head one by one.
03 . brick
“Some buildings will shred as easily as flimsi, while others will not bend to even the strongest thermal detonator,” said buir with a smile and a pat to Demala’s head as she held various rocks out to her, and then added, “be sure to know the difference, unless you want the building to come down around you when hunting.”
04 . judgment
“Don't take me back there,” the Twi'leki runaway slave cried before succumbing to the sleep; unaware that no, Demala did not intend to do anything but deposit her into the hands of a trusted contact, ship her out to a safe location, and give her a chance at a better life.
05 . powder
Her hips curled against the vertical bar, swaying slowly to the music as she danced for the audience that stared open-mouthed, then arched her back to allow her head to fall over her shoulders, and glimpsed the exchange of spice at the other end of the cantina-jackpot, her mind rang, target acquired.
06 . grim
The only thing Demala could think of when buir quietly said: “I'll handle it,” and disposed of the mangled remains of a torched youngling when no one else could so much as lay eyes on him, was that while she never wanted to be in buir's place, she did want to find that level of strength within herself someday.
07 . trap
When her modified droid discovered her in an empty cell with her hands cuffed behind her back, dressed in only her undergarments, it hadn't needed to be said but Demala said it anyway: “trap.”
08 . star
“That is a representation of Kad Ha'rangir, the destroyer god of the Mandalorians, for life and change is created from destruction and strife,” buir explained as she pointed to the remnants of a supernova in the black sky above them while they laid side by side on the hull of their freighter, “which means that, sometimes, hardship is necessary-but only if you use it to strengthen yourself, and never give in or give up.”
09 . possession
“We don't keep many things,” Demala informed the captured merc, “and I'm not sure if that's a result of the Mandalorian lifestyle, the heretic teaching my buir grew up with, her obsessive need to be prepared to up and leave at any moment, or a combination of all three.”
10 . bandage
“It's just a flesh wound,” he said as Demala tightened the bandage over the bleeding stump that was his arm, “and besides, I can afford a prosthetic.”
11 . pearl
It only took her a moment to say yes and fork over the credits once she picked up the custom knife, felt how the curved handle fit comfortably in her palm, admired the pearl inlaid in the hilt... and managed to haggle off 50% of the price tag with her T-visor alone.
12 . glass
She laid a hand on the curved transparisteel of the bacta tank and stared at the submerged face of a million soldiers, marred by the blue of the bacta and the scars and wrinkles and stress lines that shouldn’t have formed there, not for another twenty years.
13 . classified
Need to know was not a concept she had been thrilled to learn, and despite understanding it, Demala still felt betrayed, on some level, that though she was capable of taking blaster bolts to the chest, she wasn’t good enough to be privy to more information-other than go in and shoot that guy.
14 . buttons
With a jerk of her sharp teeth and a twist of her wrists, the thread securing the new fastener to her tattered vest snapped and sliced open a shallow line across the left side of her lower lip as it whipped apart.
15 . closet
Four years old and hiding inside a dark corner of the gas mining facility, Demala hugged her knees to her chest and held her breath as shadows danced across the crack of light beneath the door-silent tears rolling down her cheeks as the words don’t hurt me don’t hurt me don’t hurt me don’t hurt me don’t repeated like a broken data disc inside her head.
16 . ash
The only difference between the flakes that fell from the black sky of this war-torn planet and those of the frozen-over ice planet she visited prior to this one was that she couldn’t eat the ones that fell here; they still covered everything, still consumed everything, and still seemed to suck the life out of the landscape and the people that called the planet home.
17 . definition
“Please don’t tell your buir I said that,” he said with a placatory smile as he waved a slice of uj-cake in her face as a bribe, “and please please please don’t ask her what schutta means.”
18 . staircase
“Oh, look buir,” Demala teased over their private comm channel, “your favorite-stairs.”
19 . nail
The solid mallet felt heavier than it looked, and the thunk it made as she forced the final nail into the coffin-one that was too small, far too small-killed something inside her, though she was not yet sure just what part of her she had left to bury.
20 . prey
“You shouldn’t run, prey,” Demala cooed as she slammed her boot down on the chest cavity of the Togrutian bounty, jerked the six-legged feline predator away before it ripped a new hole in the humanoid’s leg, and then added: “it tends to excite Bastion.”
21 . backwards
Demala pretended to nearly lose her balance, arms held straight out to either side, as she took two steps back then one step forward, and then commented: “no, I don’t feel any different.”
22 . trouble
The viewscreen winked to life under Demala’s hand, the curved window obscuring the large nose of her neighbor as he lifted a small carton to the camera, and said: “hey, I heard you could use some trouble, and I thought, since I have some extra ice-cream…”
23 . little
“It’s funny, Demala,” her buir said as they walked down the streets of Keldabe in full armor, hand in hand, “but you used to be the little one, and now, years later, I’m the one who feels pocket sized…”
24 . collar
There was just enough space to slip her hand under the leather strap around her neck, hook her finger under the side, and pull-but it wasn’t enough, the Force damned collar wasn’t coming off.
25 . circle
She held the remote droid in her hands, stared at the visual reticule, and then twisted sharply, wincing as splintered pieces of durasteel flew past her eyes and wires sparked between her fingers.
26 . hands
With the right amount of of pressure applied to her fingers, her knuckles cracked and wrists crunched as she worked out the kinks of her joints, and ignored the green blood of her opponent still smeared over the back of her gloves.
27 . freedom
“And I said,” Demala murmured as she hugged the Ikotchi youngling closer to her, “that I promise, I swear, that you will not leave here a slave, even if finding a way to take off that collar is the last thing I do.”
28 . last
“Last one to the ship is a rotten wharzog,” Demala croaked over her squad's frequency as she dragged her broken self out of the smoking crater, eternally grateful for her beskar'gam, and then shot a round into the half-dead Trandoshan on the ground beside her.
29 . scab
Don't pick at it, she told herself as she stared at her shaking arm, tracing the dark purple skin-growth that covered at least half of the exposed skin with her eyes, and choked back the memory of the fire.
30 . crown
“As your acting bodyguard, my honest opinion is that... you look beautiful,” Demala said in what she hoped was a reassuring tone as she trailed the Togrutian princess from her private quarters, and silently prayed the following political conference would not be as dangerous as it was yesterday.
31 . time
“The mistake most people make,” he told her as they shouldered their way into a grimy cantina in the pit of Keldabe, “is that everyone always has all the time in the galaxy, and that worrying over not having it is merely wasting energy that could be used much more productively.”
32 . rice
Just because the grain was good for her-and a favored food of her mother, her mother's mother, and her mother's mother's mothers-didn't mean that she had to be exceptionally thrilled to shovel it down with a side of dewback strip-steak.
33 . worn
She held up the faded pair of pants and took in the almost completely peeled away side-stripes, the knees reduced to a mess of tangled threads, and the backside rubbed raw, and finally accepted that her favorite pair of slacks were beyond repair.
34 . paint
“I didn't say I didn't like it,” said her uncle as he circled around the Ghtroc 720 light freighter, “it's just that the Firaxa paint job is a little...well, it's a little conflicting, ad'ika, seeing how the whole ship looks like one of them really big sea turtles.”
35 . ache
“Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum,” Demala whispered as she stood over the marker jammed into the ground in the middle of a barren wasteland, on a backrocket planet in the middle of nowhere, and failed to stop the tears as they fell.
36 . cherry
Demala tried not to cringe as the humanoid popped the cherryfruit into his mouth and offered her the bowl-didn't he know Chagrians have no taste-buds, and thus dislike eating as a rule?
37 . library
“I know it's a very old data-cron,” Demala charmed the elderly Ithorian behind the counter at the Library of the Republic on Coruscant, “but it is for my university studies, and the developmental history of the Re-I'm sorry-the Empire is immensely fascinating for me.”
38 . win
If it was one thing she loved about being home on Manda'yaim, it was the riveting games of meshgeroya, where she'd come away with either a broken rib, or four hundred credits richer-a situation she effectively considered as win/win.
39 . loss
Part of being a Mandalorian was living life to the fullest, experiencing attachment, and understanding that the chosen lifestyle of most of them ran with a great risk-and often resulted not in the delivery of a body, but of an empty buy'ce and dried tear tracks.
40 . fold
“Relax,” she said as she caught and lowered the dying Rodian in her lap, leveled the blaster against his skull, and then squeezed the trigger.
41 . music
While she didn't like the possibility of blowing out her ear drums, there were moments where Demala had to take a step back, sit down, turn up the volume to as loud as it could go, and just drown out the rest of the galaxy.
42 . bell
“Good boy, Bastion, good boy,” purred Demala as she patted the strill on the head, tucked the crystal bell into her back pouch, and then stepped over the half-chewed Aqualish-or, well, what remained of her-as she headed back to her ship.
43 . sleep
“Please, buir,” Demala pleaded beside the female human lying supine on the floor of her ship's cargo hold with eyes studiously focused on the ceiling, “I know you have unaddressed psychological issues-as you keep telling me-but for once, for me, could you please put to use your heavily neglected bed?”
44 . contact
The time for words ended the moment he laid his hand on hers, and the time for kicking shebs began when she slammed him through a wall and decided that, man, she really liked his shoes.
45 . electricity
She felt it-the spark that happened inside whenever the Togrutian princess turned and shot a small, personal, smile in her direction-and realized too late that she was in deep, deep, osik.
46 . milk
A hop and a swing of her hands adjusted the youngling against her hip, and she brushed the bottle against the small Twi'lek's lips a few times, holding it steady as he began to drink.
47 . wild
“Udesii,” Demala cooed with both hands up, open, empty, as she slowly circled around the young Ikotchi wearing nothing but the ripped up remains of an old robe, and mentally calculated just how many hits of sedatives she would need in order to successfully knock out the clearly abused youngling.
48 . expectation
“So,” Demala snapped over the comlink, “was it really too much to expect that a well and thoroughly trained Mando like yourself would know better than to blow his entire savings on a single game of Sabacc?”
49 . mechanism
Understanding certain aspects of different philosophies never ceased to entertain Demala, but that may have been chalked up more to knowing that not all phenomena of the universe could be explained by physical causes, and that her ability to levitate small objects to her beckoning hand wasn't a gift but a danger, a beacon to the hunters of the galaxy.
50 . finale
Explosive finishes were overrated, Demala decided as she jammed her thumb into the detonator, but seeing the night sky light up in a brilliant flash of red and gold was therapeutic, nonetheless.