Private Beginning of the long hate

[Diarch Rellik]

LOCATION: Nathema – Surface Ruins of the Diarchy Shadow Laboratory
TIME: One full day since losing contact with the Shadow Lab facility.
Inventory - Conviction - Blooded Seer Cloak - Spear

Diarch Rellik stepped forward from the ramp of his vessel. With Nathema being so close to the Sith Holy worlds he had arrived alone using a stealth ship. He had personally come to investigate one of his distinct Shadow Laboratories being destroyed. Once, this had been a place of precision and secrecy. Now it was a heap of ruble and dried blood. His ears and eyes strained to search for clues or noises of attackers on the horizon. All he received was dust rolling in listless spirals between cracked foundations and shattered walls.

The black and red cloak at his back whispered with the wind, the spear slung across his back and his golden saber Conviction dormant at his side. He paced casually, arms behind his back unless he needed to lift or looking at something closer. There was no real signs behind who might have been the attacker specifically. That and the mess of blood and ripped bodies. They were not cut down by a saber, instead it seemed to be some kind of metal blade with electro-plasma residue.

He crouched beside a gnarled ruin of a Diarchy herald's pauldron, it was twisted by something looking to inflict as much savagery and pain as possible. Than to his right, a crushed helm. Putting both of the items in his hands he tried his best to reach into the force and feel the lingering stench of what might have done this... It was feint, and different than most but it was there.

With renewed purpose he rose and tried to follow the trail. Hoping on a speeder bike he made way. Hoping to find whoever was responsible before they could leave the planet. With any luck, he would find them going to board their ship at the latest and strike them down.

Lirka Ka

 

[Lirka Ka]

It would not take long for Diarch Rellik to see the truth, his shadow lab had not been struck by attackers. It had been struck by an attacker. One beast, one monster that ran through men and left nothing but broken bodies in its wake. There was no shortage of monsters within the Holy Worlds, the Kainate kept quite the menagerie of freaks within their employ after all. Yet, today was a personal bout. A reminder. A test.

Lirka Ka was many things, but in her hearts of hearts she would always be a free agent. The Diarchy had made themselves known to her following the bout upon Serenno, and with being known came the unfortunate side effect of being seen. They were within her calculus now, and with that meant the claws of Lirka Ka would inch and track till she found what she wanted. Spies and infobrokers that would feed her what she needed, though it was truly anyone's guess how she had stumbled upon a facility that was supposed to be a secret and left it little more than a mass of broken bodies and rubble.

It was a statement, really. He'd see it, there was a path through a chaos. A tempting offering of answers whispered from the chaos. A trap? Maybe. Underhanded tactics were the motus operandi of the Sith after all.

For in the distance, in a pile of broken building and tower of shattered bodies. Sat Lirka Ka, patient. she mediated in the slaughter, caked in dried gore with her blade resting across her lap like some monk of imaginable cruelty. Waiting. She wanted an audience, and what better way was there to draw the attention of a leader than the merciless, and unrepentant, slaughter of his fellows?

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Inventory - Conviction - Blooded Seer Cloak - Spear

The speeder slowed to a crawl. Rellik did not dismount immediately. He stood atop the vehicle for a moment, eyes narrowing beneath the mask as the scene revealed itself in full. A tower of flesh and stone, the corpses of his own people twisted into a grotesque scene. A sub sect observatory that gave out warning signals to the Shadow Laboratory had also been destroyed. The feeling in the force had drawn him here.

Drawn him to the figure now sitting upon the pill of his work.... Mocking him. Seated as if she found a Jedi's peace in this slaughter. Pfffft typical. Another being of unpronounced power and purpose of course. Sith Another stain upon the galaxy. The new mandate did not matter to the Diarch. He did not need a Sith to be in his space to decide he wanted to kill them.

With the low whine of the speeder cycling down the Diarch had arrived. Stepping off his bike he walked forward. He unlatched the Spear on his back in one smooth motion, the weapon thrumming faintly. The warden was ready to stand its ground and so was he. In his right hand ignited Conviction in a deep gurgle and a hiss of golden fire.

"You don't belong here." A step forward. "You and your kind do not belong in the galaxy anywhere." Another. "So before I cut you down and reclaim this ground in the name of my people tell me, how did you find this place?"

He paused for just a moment.

"Stand. Speak. Or I begin removing parts"

Lirka Ka