A Simple Meeting

[ToKola Bakari]

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Location: Inferno- Above Ryloth | Time: Early Morning | Tags: [member="Lirka Ka"]​

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Cardinal eyed the report in his hand with a solemn gaze. Rumors had erupted from the outskirts of the core yet the Dominus Prime had been reluctant to give them any validity. Yet the final words on the report before him spelled out the truth in grim dark letters.

Commenor has fallen.

It was to be expected after the Commenor Systems Alliance retaliated against the Sith raids, however the invasion of the once peaceful nation had come far faster than the older man had expected. After the fall of the Galactic Alliance he believed it would take the Sith Empire some time to lick their wounds after such a grievous battle, yet this showed the resources of the Dark Lords were far more expansive than he had originally believed.

Setting the datapad down on his desk he began to run a hand over his grizzled beard, taking a moment to consider what this would mean for the galaxy. Commenor was one of the last peaceful systems where men and women could flee to escape oppression and the inevitability of war. It was a foolish notion, of course, in a galaxy such as this. However, the Dominus Prime had noticed it often gave many refugees and travelers a minor sense of ease when thinking of the umbrella of protection Commenor could provide. That umbrella had been brought down in one fell swoop.

Idly scratching at the back of his neck, Cardinal exhaled before deactivating the datapad and turning his attention away from the task at hand. Over the past few months the Sith Empire's rapid expansion had caused Cardinal more than a few thoughts. There was a shallow wonder if they would ever turn their eyes towards the Confederacy and the land it had fought ardently for.

Rather than dwell on the thoughts, Cardinal stood from his seat and drew into a long stretch that was punctuated with an almost animalistic grunt. His golden eyes fell to the clock nearby and immediately he let out a shallow exhale. "Well, she should be arriving soon." He stated, speaking to himself out loud as he often did.

Cardinal had sent a formal summons to a member of the Confederate military. [member="Lirka Ka"] had been an interesting member of the Mandalorian Protectors, a member whose name had fallen on the Dominus' desk more than once. The latest report of her exploits during the battle of Roon called the man to summon her to the Knight's Obsidian home which dwelled over Ryloth. The woman had some talent in the Force that the Dominus Prime could utilize, yet he was interested to see why she had not sought out the Knights.

Only time would tell.

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[Lirka Ka]

Galactic events had meant little to Lirka, for all her years she had always lived in an isolated bubble in the great span of the billions of worlds in the Galaxy. It could be summarized as: Thustra, then Choah, Anzat, and the Underworld hubs. Nothing more, nothing less. Her existence was meaningless, a fact that had dawned on her in Roon and had driven her into a bloody frenzy against the Sithspawn infesting that disgusting little rock.

She still wanted to base delta zero it a dozen times over. Blow up the rocks too. Hatred radiated off her in waves, Lirka had been in a perpetual mood of anger and self-loathing since leaving that dreaded place.

Lirka didn't usually liked being called to some big grand establishment, and she didn't like Cultists. She despised them even, and it didn't take her long at all to realize these folk wre another one of those worthless little cults. The ones that hungered after her ability to twist her into some puppet. Raw and unrefined hatred coursed through her veins since Roon, it made her stronger. Already flirting with the Dark Side since she was a mere teenager, a century to twist and learn and now a group to refine what had become unused potential.

You could hear Lirka before she entered a room, when she wasn't trying to be quiet that was. Her heavy metal boots stomped on the ground with each step to very openly show she didn't really want to be here. Full plate, was rarely ever without it. Her blank faced helm looking off to the man with her arms crossed over her chest as she stepped inside, with that armor always followed her Klaive. Her massive two meter long vibrosword which was currently mag-locked to her back.

"You called for me?"

When in armor, Lirka was mistakable for a droid. Any sort of physical femininity was lost in it's heavy plates and her voice was distorted by the helm. The only thing that came through: a thick accent that signaled her noble birth on Thustra.

[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Far before Lirka even came on board the space station, Cardinal could sense her eerie presence in The Force. As she grew closer the man could feel the hatred and anger that radiated from the woman. She was ushered into the room and The Dominus looked to the armored warrior closely. She was a sight to behold, yet among the Knights she had created an air of disturbance. Cardinal stood up from his seat, his own form slightly towering over the woman who stood before him.

His body was encased in his Obsidian Strike Armor. Ebony with a crimson finish, he looked to the woman silently before gesturing to her helmet. “Remove your helmet. You are not among enemies here.” He stated, before a free hand fell over his chin for a moment.

Cardinal took notice of the weapon that hung from her back, it was not unlike his own blade though he did not dwell on it

Golden eyes peered at the woman, as if stripping away everything she was and viewing her solely in the eyes of The Force. The Dark Side of the Force swarmed her viciously, hoping to lay claim to her as it had countless others.

“My name is Cardinal Vi’Dreya. I am the Dominus Prime of the Knight’s Obsidian. I read the report from your battle on the planet Roon. It was...interesting to say the least. With your talents you could have easily devoted your talents to the Knight’s. I was a bit curious as to why you did not.” He admitted.

[member="Lirka Ka"]

 

[Lirka Ka]

He could be twice her size, it would've meant nothing. Lirka had faced off against many beasts during her decades as a pit fighter and she learned that size only meant a new way to bring about the downfall of a foe. Naturally, her mind went to pit-fighting, to combat, and it only made the once-Princess of Thustra angrier and angrier. While she would've much preferred to leave the nearly blank-faced helm on, she had a strong sense of self preservation as well (sometimes, at least) and this man was more than enough to tell her there was time to bend her knee. Figuratively purely, of course.

With a hiss, the helmet came off and Lirka's face was surprisingly expressionless for someone so mad. Maybe another way to show the raw extent of just how much she didn't like this place. It remained it's usual high contrast self, her tattoo swirling on one side, hair as dark as ever and skin just as pale as ever. But always, the striking feature were her two icy blue eyes, and they radiated a raw malice. What she lacked in facial expression, her eyes made up for it.

"You want the honest opinion? You're just another group of cultists, I don't like all the cultists who spring up and tear this Galaxy apart. Simple enough, eh?"

Delivered coldly with that same underworld tone, Lirka hid her raw distaste for this whole thing well. The thick accent of her homeworld adding a pleasant layer to the coldness.

[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]