Imperator
DARKLIGHT, OBSERVATION DECK
Being an Imperator had opened a great many doors for Lirka Ka. It was a title with weight, a title that with it came the potential to plunge the Empire into chaotic civil war if she so desired to “cross the rubicon” as they say. With such power came one of the Once-Sephi’s favorite song and dance, politics. She had become grossly familiar with it in the long years, from her days as Grand Moff in an Empire long-dead to the maneuvering of a Slavemaster General, and now to the machinations of an Imperator - and silent revolutionary.
It was not a surprise, the Storm Riders had made quite the statement with their appearance at Ryoone. Their mission set in stone, and ambitions stretching wide. As she had said upon appointment, today Firefist, tomorrow the Galaxy. Such words still rung true - already was the armada preparing to set out for the next world to bring into the fold. She merely had to hope for less of a debacle this time, and perhaps she was not the only one this go around.
In a move that was not quite unexpected, though a pleasantly unwelcome surprise one of the Councilors had decided to grace the Darklight with their presence.
Darth Malum of House Marr
It was a curious arrival. One that to Lirka represented a growing…humor…she was beginning to find with this whole debacle surrounding her rather sudden and unforeseen appointment. Those that, by all metrics, should have been her enemies now came to her. Coveting the power within her title. How times changed from those days when it was but a rotten monster and a boy, discussing matters of history and allegiance.
Today, it was to be an Imperator and Serpent. Dancing that wondrous dance of politicking that Lirka adored so much. She, of course, did not deny the councilor entry. Such a thing would have been beyond foolish, besides, her curiosity demanded to see what would transpire. Potentiality was a potent thing, and today the threads of potentiality flowed once more.
Perhaps it was a scolding for her display at Ryoone. Though really Lirka felt little shame for it - she only wished the next upstart holdout she found would be one that her Legion could wash away in the storm. Perhaps it was something greater. In the end, Lirka operated much the same as she always did. A meeting sequestered away in one of the Darklight’s many chambers, today one of its great observation decks. Where their only witness would be the stars, and the gleaming swirl of Firefist that nestled so close, and yet so far away.
Lirka gazed at the stars, as she so often did. Looking between the gaps, out into the empty void of nothingness that reminded her so much of the Primordial Darkness that which she preached of and brawled against. Now, she merely awaited his arrival.
A grin beneath her maimed helm, certainly, whatever this was to be. It would be an interesting bout.