Private Dirty Job

[Lirka Ka]

The Dark worked in mysterious ways, but ultimately it had proved a gracious Patriarch to Lirka: the return of some of the Mandalorian barbarians to their homeworld, and now serving under her command (at least, in some loose variation on that) had given her the push she needed to finally begin hunting down the terrorist trash from the old Mandalore that had been proving more and more troublesome: or at the very least had gained the well-earned ire of the Grand Moff.

But a reject, and a Mandalorian with his cronies wasn’t quite enough, and so did the Sephi go and look to the dark and endless depths of the Underworld: a place that was quickly becoming the woman’s preferred stomping grounds, far far away from prying eyes of prudish Imperials. One of those many mercenaries had finally caught her eye, one Ursula Vizla

Judging by the descriptors of “greedy, cruel, and efficient” that she had been able to gather from information gathering this woman would suit her needs perfectly, Lirka had quickly made work on setting up a meeting between the two: sending the mercenary the call for “work” and the meeting place of a middle of nowhere Shadow Port that had certainly seen better days, to no ones’ surprise the “old woman” that Lirka was had absolutely seen said better days.

Now the Sephi sat in one of the run down and scummy cantinas, clad in a replica of her old armor that she had worn during her down days as a Mercenary: the glowing eyes watching the entrance, “casually” awaiting her supposedly prized-mercenary to arrive.

 

[Ursula Vizla]

Life worked in a strange way for her. Never did she even try to decipher her ways about how things in the galaxy were supposed to hold or even work, she just followed the flow of life and did what she wanted when she felt like it. Her only ambition was credits and challenges in keeping with her lowly vision of herself, which was not much, especially when she had done the things she had done. Some people who had gone through her life called Ursula irresponsible. A creature too wild to follow complex orders, codes of morality, principles, and even other people, and perhaps the living proof of that was the fact that she has already worked in almost all of the greatest governments in the galaxy. She piously fought the ancient Mandalorian Empire, before fighting alongside rebels against the Sith, doing mediocre work for former First Order fanatics, she had done what was asked by the imperialists of that New Order, doing things that would do anyone vomit in the name of countless crime lords and the worst scum found in the Underworld.​

It was the Confederacy that she now called her home. Not because of her beliefs, but because of the flexibility of the laws in relation to her profession, one that she was very proud to declare that she always kept, regardless of what it was. Also because of the droids, Ursula really liked droids, now dressed in her pitch-black mandalorian armor, Ursula walked towards that sewer they called a cantina, a place so dirty that would probably make a Jedi blush just by looking at their bathrooms, although Ursula found them adorable. ​

“All right. Where is the... “, she removed her helmet the moment she got in. That whole thing about never removing that bucket was just some useless stupidity of her ancestors, and she enjoyed letting her long red braids dripped down the back of her armor. Slowly she walked towards what she recognized as the supposed contractor for whatever, and even before approaching, his cybernetic eye noticed the creature's glowing yellow orbs. She hardly sat at that table, given the fact that she participated in the Bastion campaign fighting for the imperial imbeciles, in suspicion that it was a trap, but the chances of anyone recognizing or seeing her were unlikely. She was called Firestorm, Commander Zero was her code name for her work in order to keep her conscience clean, Ursula always hated to use her name and drew her pistol whenever someone spoke it out loud. ​

Without even asking permission, Ursula rested her helmet on the table where the contractor sat still supporting her hand over it, while the other hovered over the hilt of her pistol.​

"Are you the one?", Her face remained a mask of calm. “What’s your name again?”, her voice changed to a more innocent tone of voice, she sincerely forgot. So rarely she paid any attention to those details when they were briefed to her by her contact. ​

Lirka Ka

 

[Lirka Ka]

It had been so long ago, when empires were young or nonexistent thought back in the days when chaos ruled the Galaxy with an iron fist, those had been the days when Lirka could've called this barely livable station a home, somewhere where the former-mercenary could at least relax before going on the eternal dance of murder once again.

But "home", was nothing but a distraction now. Lirka was water, formless, seeping through the cracks wherever she rested now: there was only her plans, only her cruel ambition that grew like a fiery, angry, star with each passing day. And in the many cruel jokes of the Galaxy, Ursula Vizla had just fallen into the never-ending web that were Lirka's murderous schemes. The bizarre armored figured acknowledged the Mandalorian was a stark nod, thankful that the emotionless and blank face of her helmet hid emotion.

Oh how the etiquette of this job changed, removing your helmet? In a place like this? Half a death-sentence back when Lirka worked the business, but it seemed those were days long since rendered to distant wisps of dead memories. A distorted garble came from the helmeted figure, must've been what it called a laugh.

"My name? I have gone by many-a-name in my long life, Child. You shall know them the longer you stay in my employ, if you do decide to take me up on my offer that is."

A clawed gauntlet began to slowly click against the table, each finger seeming to be as sharp as a knife.

"You are cold, callous, efficient, doing all that is asked so long as you are given proper compensation, is that not true Mandalorian? For I do hope it is true, I have a very...particular job. And I do not need your peoples' notions of code, misguided honor, and constricting morality getting in the way of it."

Of course, she would just have to say "it's hunting down Mandalorians" at a time much more suited for a better splash of drama.

 

[Ursula Vizla]

T A G S | Lirka Ka ​

She hated working for those force users. Each of them seemed crazier than the other in her opinion, perhaps it was their powerful mastery with the supposed magic that made them a little soft on the head, Ursula didn't know. She just did her best to keep a good expression on her face, something more than pleasant and almost bordering on sympathy, although her lips had not even moved to make a smile. The figure in front of her almost forced her to keep that expression, she had little interest in starting a fight for disrespect in a place like these, Ursula hated fighting in cafeterias, there was always someone with a gun behind her preparing to shoot. Always.​

Her reddened eyes, however, guided her to the creature's sharp claw gauntlet where she hovered for a moment as she listened to a long list of compliments she didn't even know about herself. Some people might call it callous and maybe efficient, but cold? This was not something she let on, especially when using a flamethrower. Her eyes returned to meet the figure's gaze in front of her, Ursula's two thick eyebrows curving in a little more than curious expression after she mentioned codes, honor and morality in the same sentence as referring to her.​

"All right... I charge a lot more for special jobs, but I will get it done. What is the chain code? And anything on your mind on how do you want it done?” Sometimes, some of her clients had very specific requests about how a target should be killed, sometimes just to pass on a message or leave a suspicious clue that it led to someone else.​

 

[Lirka Ka]

To think that not so long ago it had been Lirka herself asking all these details about jobs, codes, and how to bring about the most dramatic murder possible. It almost filled the Sephi monster with nostaligic glee, almost, such things were beyond Lirka now. Now? It was only vengeance: pure, spiteful, vengeance.

Letting an unseen smile grow across her face, the Sephi spoke her grandiose goals.

"Unfortunately, you will not find yourself so graced with codes and the like: you will have an "old fashioned" hunt, for you see: for today we hunt terrorists, those terrorists who have stowed the seeds that brought about the end of so many of your people: Adenn Kyramud , Mig Gred , and of course K Kaine Australis . Their friends, their peers, their families. None are forbidden, for if you can not kill them dear hunter: you must break them."

Lirka leaned back into her seat, letting her eyes glaze over Ursula Vizla once again, it is a hard job to so casually give: these were not insignificant figures, and that meant they weren't exactly the easiest to find without some digging, or without some rather brutish infiltration. But Lirka remembered the sort of rat she was speaking to, and quickly added onto her sepal.

"Money is of no concern to me, I will offer you...200,000 Galactic Standard as a down payment: and depending on your results, I shall provide you whatever riches you desire."

 

[Ursula Vizla]

She now felt a bitter feeling of regret inside her, especially for having taken off her helmet the moment she had heard the name Kaine Australis. The female knew that name very well, almost intimately, he had been the reason for making one of her most beloved weapons, aside from the fact that she was one of the biggest supporters of Infernal One, even when Ursula had expressed her doubts about that creature. . He was as guilty as she was for destroying his people, not the Sith, because how could you blame a thief for stealing your home when you invited him? It is just their nature, nothing more and nothing less.​

"Well ...", her lips murmured, her right hand going to the organic part of her head to scratch her head. "For half a million credits I can hunt down the Supreme Chancellor for you. They are not difficult targets to find, but they are not stupid enough as to simply walk the streets of Naboo. However, breaking them would not be that simple, or even possible in my opinion. They they saw Mandalore burning like a torch, their people being enslaved and shot, I don't think there is a weak link in that chain."​

The hand went down like a lightning bolt from his head, striking with a closed fist against the surface of the table, drawing the attention of the alien employee who served in that establishment.​

"Drink. Now.", The fat man ran to fill two mugs, almost stumbling to put them on the table and leave the presence of both alone. Ursula turned her bright eyes to the female in front of her. "Why a lone hunter? If you have the means, why not put the Guild on it? Or half the bounty hunters in the galaxy to catch them? The result would be much more profitable, especially with most mandalorians deserting to serve the new imperials."​

Lirka Ka