"The perfect world is shaped by my hand."

Domina — The Upper Hand✋🏽

Vaira Singhania was born into proximity to power—not wealth exactly, but access. Raised between Bengaluru and London, she grew up in boardrooms instead of playgrounds, absorbing the cadence of corporate speech before she ever learned how to ride a bike. Her father worked in regulatory law tied to the United Nations Global Recovery Program; her mother was a systems engineer contracted by early Vishkar research teams. Dinner conversations revolved around permits, liability, resource allocation, and—always—hard-light.

When her grandfather Vishwakarma Bhatt’s startup was still a fragile, idealistic venture struggling to make light solid, Vaira watched the company’s rise from the sidelines. She admired Bhatt, not for his optimism, but for his clarity. He believed hard-light could uplift the world. Vaira believed something colder: the world only respected what could not be moved.

Bhatt’s death—officially ruled a tragic car accident just one year before Vishkar’s public offering—was a turning point not just for the company, but for Vaira herself. Where others mourned the loss of a visionary, she recognized an opportunity. Vishkar survived because it adapted. Its ideals did not.

Vaira joined Vishkar directly after completing dual degrees in applied photonics and geopolitical economics. She did not rise through engineering alone, nor through management alone—but through negotiation. She learned early that controldid not come from brute force, but from making resistance expensive.

Vishkar’s Shadow Years

As Vishkar expanded into poorer nations, Vaira was placed on “development oversight” teams—a sanitized title for managing debt leverage, compliance pressure, and population control. She was present during the early planning of Utopaea, witnessing firsthand how radical hard-light architecture could reshape not just cities, but human behavior. Streets that could narrow, homes that could lock, utilities that could be rationed in real time.

Order, she believed, was a kindness.

Rio de Janeiro proved otherwise.

When Vishkar’s redevelopment contracts devolved into curfews, sonic compliance technology, and exploitative labor practices, Vaira was already gone—promoted upward, insulated from ground-level blame. Still, the uprising left a permanent scar on Vishkar’s public image. The theft of sonic technology, the exposure of internal emails, and Atlas News’ relentless coverage pushed the corporation into crisis containment.

Vaira did not panic.

She reorganized.

The Rise of Domina

By 30, Vaira Singhania became Vice President of Operations and Development, the youngest executive to ever hold the position. Internally, she earned a new nickname—Domina—a half-joke at first, referencing her unyielding presence in negotiations. The name stuck when her projects began succeeding where others failed.

Her crowning achievement was the Hard-Light Command Rig—a modular, multi-limbed construct mounted behind her. Officially described as a “mobile barrier deployment system,” it was capable of independent articulation, real-time threat assessment, and layered shield projection. Unofficially, it made her untouchable.

With it, Domina could:

• Deploy Barrier Arrays that reconfigured mid-combat

• Encase targets in a Panopticon, a hard-light prison that detonated upon collapse

• Reinforce Talon troopers and Vendetta’s gladiators with adaptive shielding

Vishkar denied direct affiliation with Talon. Domina never did.

Talon, the Colosseo, and The Upper Hand

Her meeting with Vendetta—Marzia Bartalotti—at the Colosseo was no coincidence. Publicly, Domina was sponsoring Cloelia, a rising racer positioned to dethrone Horatius. Privately, Cloelia was a testbed: a living demonstration of Vishkar’s battlefield shielding under extreme conditions.

Vendetta saw through the spectacle immediately.

She reminded Domina—politely—that Vishkar was one scandal away from formal investigation. Rio. Suravasa. The Lifeweaver incident. A public connection to Talon would be catastrophic.

Domina agreed.

Then she reframed the conversation.

Vishkar’s shielding technology, she proposed, did not merely belong in the Colosseo—it belonged on Talon’s future operations, their troopers, their enforcers, their champions. Discreetly. Denyably. Profitably.

Success, Domina insisted, would belong to her.
Failure would belong to Vendetta alone.

“Are we in alignment, darling?” she asked.

Vendetta smiled—and accepted. “We are.”

Domina does not see herself as a villain. She sees herself as a necessary constant. Where others promise freedom, she offers certainty. Where chaos thrives, she installs order—hard, luminous, and unbreakable.

She does not conquer.

She encloses.

Content Warnings: Violence, death, fictional terrorism, and her backstory. User discretion is advised!

(Art by Fuyuan)

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