Private Grave Robbers

[Lirka Ka]

ORICON

The fleet descended like locusts.

Lirka Ka, Slavemaster General of the Kainate had been given but one task by her foul master. To squeeze the Galaxy dry of every last drop. Such was the boundless hunger of the Empire, if it did not fly their flag: it had been deemed fair game for feeding the ravenous hunger of the Malsheem.

Even Oricon, an old Sith world, was not safe. Once it had been encompassed by the territory of the Old Empire, but hands had changed many-a-time and now it was a world untouched by Sith hands. Neutral ground. A fair target.

So did the Once-Sephi descend, waves of gunships and drop ships disgorging warriors that would steal everyone and everything they could. Values stashed away and the useless things of Oricon tossed into the molecular furnace.

The great blackness of the dungeon ship Shackles of Ambition hung overhead in atmosphere. At random letting its cannons fire, thundering red lasers cracking into the earth and reducing the home of an unfortunate local to a fireball.

The monstrous Sephi had taken the field to oversee it all. Barking orders to her warriors, the beast was in a less-than-enthused mood today. Oricon being a Sith world meant there was was particular…carefulness, demanded of her. And to oversee such carefulness, Sith attaches had been added to her the warfleet. Lirka did not care for history, and she did not care for the trinkets and baubles of the Sith. Had she been left to her own devices, everything on this world would have been burnt away to make new for the new machinations of her master.

But alas, protocol. With clawed gauntlets clasped behind her back, she awaited the approaching shuttle at the quickly constructed landing zone her forces had organized. It was time to see just who the order had deemed appropriate to send.

Eira Dyn

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Oricon
Attire: Assassin Gear
Equipment: Vibro-daggers, Vibro-sword, blaster pistol, Mask
Tag: Lirka Ka

Slavemaster General. It was a title that intrigued Eira. She knew that slaves were not something the Sith Order were fans of due to from what her studies stated, Empyrean was a former slave in a different life. Kainates played by different rules, that was something that had been known for a while now. So, it wasn't surprising that such a title existed within the Kainates. However, what that rule entailed and how that person would be, that was something Eira was curious about. She had not developed much of a connection with Darth Carnifex yet, but she knew that could be a slower game. A slower play in the way she used her manipulative natures to worm herself inside.

She had donned her new assassin attire, something she had worn first while the Sith Order invaded Woostri. It was something she was determined to wear more often while on missions. Eira was aiming to instil fear and a demonic presence that seemed otherworldly to those who were not close to Eira.

Twirling her daggers, she concealed them on her person. She double checked her blaster pistol and made sure that it would work. Final check was tightening the strap that held the sheathe that housed her sword. Stepping off the shuttle, Eira looked around with her glowing crimson eyes, scanning the location around them. The demoness was curious on what could be found on Oricon and whether Lirka would be someone willing to help her. Especially since this was an opportunity to impress the leader of the Kainates.

In a deep, twistedly demonic voice that came from the mask, "Slavemaster General Ka? Any reports on artefacts from the ground forces yet? A tomb to explore?" Eira demanded to know, curious to see if anything had been discovered before her arrive to save her having to hunt too hard for this potential prize. "I know anything discovered here will please your Master very much." Eira stated in attempts to ensure that Lirka committed to the task with utter devotion she had seen other Kainates display when there was a possibility to please their Master.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Slavemaster General, a title she wore with pride, a title that existed to spite the Sith that had lost their way and spat down upon her master and his fellows. The strong dominated the weak, and it was as simple as that. The warmachine demanded labor, and she would provide labor from the most plentiful thing in the galaxy: life.

Lirka was a metal Goliath, a silent sentinel that looked closer to a droid than the fleshy monstrosity underneath. Eye lenses acknowledge the assassin Eira Dyn as she appeared. At least, the outfit gave enough of the impression of another assassin. Barely, Lirka tensed. A hard lot to trust, those who made their mark by stabbing people in the back: and after so much time dealing with the Tsis’kaar, it was even harder to know which assassins were not her foe.

But thankfully, Lirka’s helmet was a blank-faced and emotionless thing. Her worries would be her own. The once-sephi’s armored head cocked as the girl spoke, the modulated voice from the demoness’s mask reminded Lirka of her own modulations. She spoke, her own distortion hiding whatever thing might have laid underneath all that armor.

“That is I, Acolyte.”

Her voice was calm, mechanical. If the otherworldly veneer of Eira phased her, she did not show it. A new face meant Lirka’s cards needed to be held close to her chest, in Sithdom any would be ally could just as easily become a foe. And while Lirka considered herself the equal of acolytes and apprentices, it paid to speak in the plainness of the military.

“Yes. Beneath the rubble, some sort of ruin of your Order. From the Empire of yore, or older, we do not know. We are not allowed access without a representative of the order.

Lirka paused, pondering her words. Before responding with the same coldness as she had been.

“All things I do please the Butcher King. Be it plunder of flesh or metal…or in this case, your Order’s baubles and trinkets.”

There was loyalty there, but it was a callous thing. Lirka was an odd Kainite, but such was to be expected from a force dead freak: the ways of the Sith were barred to her. Quickly, Lirka turned on her heels. Heading out to the killing fields of Oricon and towards the ruin, she spoke again, beckoning the girl.

“Follow, Acolyte. We will make for the ruin with haste. Let the relics of your kind be unearthed and added to the plunder.”

Lirka’s footfalls were heavy on the earth, the metallic beast moved with a power barely contained. A looming thing swirling with darkness, servos whirring with each step. Certainly, the Sith had quite the menagerie of oddities.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Oricon
Attire: Assassin Gear
Equipment: Vibro-daggers, Vibro-sword, blaster pistol, Mask
Tag: Lirka Ka

Seeing Lirka in person was quite the visage. It was clear to see that Eira would struggle, if not completely be outmatched by the giant warrior. She was built more for surprise, sneaky tactics. But fighting walking armour was something she would need different weapons for. It was giving her ideas, making her thing that an assassin was more than simply shadows and daggers. Eira needed to work on different tools and weapons. Perhaps something she could talk with Quinn over to see what her Master could help her learn about various weapons that an assassin should be using.

Nodding her head, "good, as it should be. Some secrets are beyond the comprehension of those outside the Order." Eira stated, not having a dig at Lirka, just being blunt about how she approved of such methods.

"Are they baubles and trinkets when they allow your Butcher King to reign as he does? These so called trinkets and baubles could prevent your death, the death of those you enslave, it could be the thing we need to wipe the filth away from this galaxy and rule it as we should." Eira's glowing eyes intensified. Knowledge was a power that she refused to have degraded to simplistic terms. It was a power that could one day give her power that could rival those who rule.

Eira was not going to simply throw away that potential.

Following Lirka, where Eira did not demonstrate power in the same manner as Lirka, she was acrobatic, dexterous and nimble. Keeping up with Lirka in her own manner, "tell me Slavemaster General. How did you become to taking this role?" Eira asked, curious about those in the Kainate, how they got there and what inspired the deep servitude. It was knowledge that would assist Eira in knowing how to cultivate her own following.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Keeping the coldness of a droid, Lirka seemed to take no offense to the Acolyte’s statement. Oricon had put her in a good mood thankfully, nothing like the suffering of the innocent and the beauty of plunder to keep a monster from getting short tempered.

“The Force is a foreign thing to me. The machinations of your order are viewed through alien eyes. You’re lucky, really. I’d have gladly fed the whole structure to the Molecular Furnace.”

Despite being so old, Lirka really did just have no respect for history. At least, she had no respect for the history she wasn’t in.

She listened once again to Eira Dyn speak. Lirka pondered for a few moments. What was the harm in discussing philosophy? She considered herself the equal of the acolytes of the Empire, and why couldn’t equal share their ideals?

“Yes. They are.”

Cold, simple, dismissive. That was Lirka’s brutish ways, she continued just to cement herself even more as a glorified cudgel.

“Acolyte, are you familiar with the “might makes right”? I believe in the cold, hard, certainty of Star Destroyers and Blasters. Blades and tanks. Look out upon Oricon, and the destruction I have brought upon this place of dark energies, sorceries, relics. Carnifex holds his dominion because of strength, the Malsheem is our herald: not whatever dark relics we unearth in this place. You need but be disconnected from the force for as long as I have to understand, sorceries, relics, all the slinking tricks of the Order; it addles the brain, it takes away from true might.”

Brutish indeed. But what could be expected from someone who could never truly be Sith? Lirka was incapable of having true appreciation for the Sith’s artifacts. She was a void, even if the foul energies of Carnifex pulsed off her being ever so slightly.

She looked upon the nimble girl with curiosity, while Lirka respected raw strength over all. She could appreciate the speed and grace of an assassin’s dance still. The million credit question, just what had Lirka done to find herself in this grim and cruel position? A question with a simple enough answer.

“Hate. In my younger years, in the days of the Old Empire, I had become adrift from those-who-I-once-served. Guided by ambition, I came to Carnifex and swore to him my allegiance. He saw in me my hatred, so did my Emperor reward with governance of Mandalore - Mordinae as we called it, in those glorious days. My hatred for the rats of that world compelled me, I earned my place through the skulls of that world, through every family broken, through every atrocity I committed upon them. So rose my ascent, believe it or not Acolyte: I was a Grand Moff, once.”

She paused briefly, as if reminiscing of better days before she continued.

“I’m sure I do not need to give you a history lesson, but once the collapse happened I was adrift once more. So and so forth, I had experience slavering on Mordinae so put myself into the one profession that doesn’t care too much about genocidal Imperials. Upon my return to the Order, in its new fledgling state and the reborn and mighty Kainate: Carnifex had no need for Moffs, but the Kainate always needs labor. So, here I stand.”

Quite the seasoned freak, this Lirka Ka was. She took her turn to ask a question now, always trying to understand the many faces of the Empire.

“Normally, people recoil at my dark work. The Emperor has even deemed it illegal, in true pathetic morality. You do not seem to be so disgusted, Acolyte. Whose flag do you fly? It seemed all of us have picked a side in the grand triumvirate of our empire.”

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Oricon
Attire: Assassin Gear
Equipment: Vibro-daggers, Vibro-sword, blaster pistol, Mask
Tag: Lirka Ka

Eira listened, she had little interaction with those who were in the Sith Order but were not Sith. It was curious to see what was held important to them, what they thought would ensure victory. Not seeing the importance of the Force and the secrets held in the Force. It was interesting, especially since the one Lirka served was only seen as powerful as he was because of the power he held in the Force. Of the secrets he learned in the Force. It was strange to see Lirka dismiss as something unreliable and fickle.

"Might makes right. And the most powerful people are not the ones solely with star destroyers, swords and blasters. They are the ones most connected to the Force. Who know ancient secrets in the Force that they keep secret even now." Eira pointed out, "Mandalorians believed that they could be a threat to Jedi and Sith with their trinkets and baubles. But the mightiest of them were nothing to the power that is held in these temples and with dark texts long forgotten."

"There is not a weapon that can match the power of the Dark Side."

She could sense that Lirka was Force Dead, but that just made it so it would take creativity and skill to kill Lirka with the Force. Not affect her, but the environment around her. "Grand Moff. Impressive," Eira nodded her head, it was a respectable title and demonstrated Lirka's skills and dedication to the Sith, even if she did not understand that it was the Force that made the mightiest not the weapons that could be destroyed with the Force.

Hearing the reasoning for the role that Lirka took now, "do you ever think of becoming a Grand Moff again one day in the future?" Eira was curious if this was where Lirka wished to be or if she held goals, dreams to be something else. To return to a power she once held. It was also easier to control others when you understood their dreams and desires.

"The emperor did. And it was smart. Our enemies would use the practice of slavery within the SO to demonstrate that we are clear villains." Eira mentioned, she knew it was not for that tactical reason but she saw it in that way. "The simple masses now see more blurred lines with the Jedi and Sith, which means we can throw seeds of dissent easier."

Eira was a fan of ensure the masses created chaos to destroy the GA from within, "I serve Quinn Varanin . Who she follows, I follow. Who she works with, I work with." Eira admitted. She was not yet a Kainate and she would always prioritise her Master over the triumvirate that was going on.

 

[Lirka Ka]

If there are to be two words that are synonymous in this Galaxy, it is strange, and Lirka Ka. Oddity was her very being, just the strange little freaks that had slipped through the cracks and found a home among the Sith. Lirka took the time to ponder the Acolyte’s words as they walked, it was true, those beings of such immense power in this Galaxy all drew upon the force, and yet…

“Consider, if you will, the collective versus the individual. There are many powerful Lords and Ladies of this Empire. Yet, how is our power spread without the armadas and the legions? There is an individual strength to the Force, I have spent too many decades among Sithdom to deny that. But it is the collective that allows our might to be exerted upon the the Galaxy. The Mandalorian Rats claim many things, but I hold little weight in the opinions of vermin.”

Evidently, Lirka had not lost her distaste for her former constituents.

“It was ultimately Imperials sparked the fire that felled our last Empire, despite the great power of the Force. Weapons of great crudeness, unpowered by the force. Even if the traitor Sith did help, they were quickly discarded. Tell me, Acolyte, how much have you fought without the Force’s aid? Muscle and steel.”

It was Lirka’s most “poignant” question that she always asked to her Sith compatriots, born curiosity more than raw unkindness in this instance. The walk to the ruins gave plenty good opportunity for the two to understand each other.

“A title born from bloodshed and tyranny. I do not believe we exist in the age of Moffs anymore, Acolyte. This Empire is a far cry from what the Eternal Father created. But, if he so bids me to go back into the world of politics and governance: who am I to deny him? But no, my work for the Kainate is infinitely more enjoyable than paperwork.”

It was the continuation of callousness. Lirka perpetuated such grand suffering in the Galaxy, shattered lives, and consigned generations to the shackles of the Kainate. And to her? It was just fun.

As Eira Dyn spoke of morality, blurred lines, Jedi, and emancipation. Lirka let herself break her cold veneer finally and laugh, a thunderous and metallic thing.

“And yet, what am I doing now Acolyte? Good, evil, heroes, villains, all irrelevant under Primordial Dark. There are simple things that drive this Galaxy, all of them self-interested. They will always hate us, Acolyte. There is no shame in it, the opinion of the masses is irrelevant: all they need to do is bend the knee.”

Lirka was selfish, plain and simple. She did not even attempt to hide the fact here, greedy, lying, scum. That’s all she was at the end of the day, no matter how many veneers she’d put up to stay in good graces. She finally let word of her foul religion slip, just another notch for her many odd beliefs.

As the girl spoke of the princess, Lirka turned her head in something resembling a quizzical look. It was not often she saw an undeclared face in this Empire.

“A flag raised in loyalty to the future. Fascinating. One does not often consider Sith a loyal bunch. Well, Acolyte, be sure to send the Princess my regards.”

It always paid to put on a nice face for the royals, even if they weren’t there in person. Finally, darkness loomed. And a great temple, dilapidated and dug out of the ruins. Warriors surrounded the thing like insects, some prayed, some continued to dig out more of the structure, others seem to regard it with the same callousness as their cruel General. With a hand, Lirka beckoned to the thing. Dread and fear radiating off the stones.

“What we uncovered.”

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Oricon
Attire: Assassin Gear
Equipment: Vibro-daggers, Vibro-sword, blaster pistol, Mask
Tag: Lirka Ka

Nodding her head, she conceded the notion that the Sith Order and the previous imperial iterations of the Order would be nothing without the many naval forces and the NFU commanders and leaders, such as Lirka, taking charge and imposing the will of the Sith onto civilians. "Yet, such forces can crumble into ash against a Force User powerful in Battle Meditation. All that tech and weaponry and it is nothing when the Force can demoralise you and embolden your enemy."

Eira held no like or dislike for the Mandalorians. They were an indifference to her. They would eventually either bow to the Sith will or they would be broken once again. That was all that Eira cared about.

"Yet the imperials failed to kill the Sith in its entirety and fell all on their own while we returned, made all the stronger by them cutting away from us." Eira countered, she knew a little on the recent history of the Sith, what had happened before she joined the Order. It was important to know what those in charge had overcome to understand what threats they posed as warriors.

Shaking her head, "the Force has flown through me since birth. As it does with most beings. Most are just too weak to realise the potential that is within them." Eira mentioned, "being Force Dead is not a common trait in the galaxy, so I would argue most people have always fought with the Force. They are just unaware that they do."

Nodding her head, another point to concede, they were always going to be painted as the villains, no matter how much of the galaxy they sway to their side. "True, but the masses matter only in assuring the demise of the Jedi and their faction of corruption and lies." Eira pointed out, "as long as people believe the lies that it is a pillar of hope and prosperity then that empire will remain as it is and only grow larger. Break the trust, the belief in that system and even more worlds will fall to our control."

"With the Jedi removed, it does not matter what they call us since we will cull those who attempt to challenge us." Eira spoke with a callousness that could rival Lirka. All she wished was to use the masses to kill the Jedi alive and the ideology of them forever, what happened to them after that, that was for people like Lirka to care about and enjoy.

Nodding her head, "perhaps my loyalty to those I see as close is my only positive trait, amongst a pit of toxic more well observed ones." Eira laughed, "maybe it will be something I extend to you, some day." The Slavemaster General was a figure that Eira recognised as someone of great importance and worthy of respect.

Seeing what remained of the temple, Eira looked around. "May you continue to travel me? Work together in seeing if there is anything of worth here?" Eira offered, "merely to keep this interesting conversation between us going if nothing else?"

 

[Lirka Ka]

Lirka met the Acolyte’s nod with her own. At least this one could actually concede ground compared to the spitfires she had gotten used to when dealing with the Sith’s fledglings.

“A possibility. Yet, no matter the vast tricks of your Orders: we are all but Mortal before the clawing grasp of Primordial Dark. Besides, what trick can not be bested by prolonged atmospheric bombardment?”

Another drop of Lirka’s odd philosophy. And in grand oddity, the ever rare joke from the Once-Sephi. She wasn’t foolish enough to entirely deny the power of the Lords and Ladies, after all, Carnifex had done whatever trick to shatter her helmet before its reforging and put the brand upon her skin.

Coldly, she dispensed another droplet of her “wisdom”. The ramblings of a madwoman wearing the veneer of philosophy and religion.

“The Galaxy is cyclical. Empires rise and fall, such is the way of things. The Dark chooses who is to live, and who is to die. The Sith were deemed strong enough to escape the End of All Things. For now at least.”

Something between a laugh and a grunt followed. Lirka evidently remained dismissive of many of the core tenants of the Force and its effects on the Galaxy. The Empire kept odd company in its employ.

“So your lot says. Look upon my Strandcast warriors, do you believe their pathetic lot fights with the Force at their back? Does the gangster in the depths of Nar Shadda? Do all those pitiful things scraping and crawling their way through the muck? I do not believe they fight with the force at their backs, and I can recommend you to fight as I do Acolyte: at least once. To be a void in the force is indeed a rare trait, but you learn a certainty of yourself that is rarely matched. Plenty of odd creations in this galaxy to mimic my condition.”

Always a challenger. Lirka let the challenge hang in the air briefly, and without any real urgency. Challenge disguised as suggestion.

With a brief pause, Lirka continued on as the looming shadow of the ruin inched closer and closer as the pair walked.

“Trust, belief, bah! The masses are ignorant yokels toiling in meaningless existence, the masses exist to fuel the fires of war. They will bend the knee or die. The eternal conflict of light and dark will never end, Acolyte. The Galaxy is cyclical, like I said. Without the Jedi, your order grows weak. There is no sworn foe to destroy, and we will descend upon each other like rabid akk hounds. Let an old woman share her wisdom, an old woman who wasted lifetimes chasing dreams of ambition, conquest, and a throne. There is only emptiness at the end of the journey, exalt now in the path. Here in struggle and strife, that is where we find ourselves closest to enlightenment.”

That was Lirka. Eternal conflict, eternal struggle, in war the strong would rise and in peace the weak would cause them to wither. Lirka would never want to see the Jedi gone, what use would she really be without a war machine to fuel? War was her survival. She returned to her coldness after the briefest burst of a zealot’s oration, though never stopped preaching her callousness for the Galaxy. And general lack of social decorum.

“Do not worry yourself with “positivity” and “toxicity”. Exist as you are, without shame. That is strength. Throw your lot behind the Eternal Father first, and we shall see if I end up fitting in after.”

Lirka regarded Eira Dyn as she did all Acolytes. A thing of potentiality, perhaps the Once Sephi was gazing upon one of the next councilors, perhaps she was gazing upon someone who would end up another corpse in the proverbial ditch. Regardless, Lirka would never truly trust a Sith: loyalty was a fickle thing.

Lirka looked up as their finally reached the doors, barely unearthed but enough of an opening to head inside to whatever darkness laid within. Lirka turned her head to acknowledge the Acolyte once more, quaint that she enjoyed Lirka’s ramblings, but the once Sephi spoke curtly regardless.

“This is my operation, Acolyte. Nothing happens without my purview, I will be accompanying you.”

A clawed hand beckoned forth, wouldn’t be proper to not let the Order’s representative take step into the ruins first.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Oricon
Attire: Assassin Gear
Equipment: Vibro-daggers, Vibro-sword, blaster pistol, Mask
Tag: Lirka Ka

It seemed that Lirka was more vocal and opiniated than Eira had initially assumed. The large warrior talked about her views and what she believed to be the fate that they would have in the galaxy. It was interesting to listen and Eira did not interrupt. This was exactly what Eira wished to have, someone speaking freely to her. Sharing their views, deep held convictions and what they saw in the galaxy. It was these traits that Eira knew were the important ones that she would take from the person if they ever attempted to cross her. So she was desiring to know what were the more important views that Lirka held to violently, viciously and with a coldness, Eira could take these precious ideals if there was ever a need to do so.

Though Eira preferred the idea that she would never need to. In fact, Eira planned on befriending the warrior, she rather the honey option. It was simply that Eira also needed to prefer the stick. Preparation and knowledge was what saved people.

"Just because the weak and the foolish cannot use the Force willingly. Cannot bend it to their demands. Does not mean it refuses to speak through them. Show itself in their actions." Eira mentioned. "However, knowing how to fight without it is just as important. Hence the training in Echani combat. The training with daggers and working as an assassin. I have skills that are not focused on the Force. Just heightened by it." Eira mentioned, revealing some of her own training but nothing that would not have been obvious by who her Master was and how she appeared.

Eira still kept her cards close to her chest as much as possible.

"Empires fall, but they can last for thousands of years. As long as you control the narrative and sway the hearts of the masses. Turn rebels into terrorists, traitors, fiends to peace and order. Harder to do so when the masses see you in such light." Eira pointed out, "the Sith might always have enemies, but that does not mean they will be Jedi. Killing the Jedi and their ideology would be hard. But the benefits would be massive. But there will always be wars and conflicts. Even with the Jedi dead, your job would be far from over."

Eira could tell there was anxiety around the notion of there being no war, no conflict. However, in Eira's mind, there was always going to be those who oppose, but that did not mean they had to be Jedi. Especially the Jedi as they were currently.

Stepping forward, she was glad that Lirka wished to continue to join. It demonstrated her commitment to her work but also the importance of working with the Sith. Even an acolyte like herself. Eira stepped forward, being the first to enter the temple and looked around. "So, beside war, slavery and destruction. What does a Slavemaster General do for fun?"

 

[Lirka Ka]

Eira Dyn had gotten lucky then. With age, Lirka had become quite the opinionated monster, and with the girl being an Acolyte. Well. Lirka didn't feel the compulsion to watch her tongue as much around them as she did in comparison to someone like the eternal father. But Lirka viewed herself much like a parasite, trying to weasel in her foul ideologies wherever possible. Seeing who had the potential to take hold of the enlightenment she received upon Rhand.

Normally, Lirka was much the same. Cards to the chest, patience and plotting to get what she wanted out of her fellows. But here, in a warzone? Well, she was simply in too chipper of a mood to not be talkative. The two descended deeper into the depths, and as the sunlight grew distant Lirka's glowing eye lenses served as illumination. The girl spoke highly of the force, but it was to be expected. Even before Lirka's...incident...she had never thought particularly highly of the thing: even though she called upon it in those days of yore.

"Do you believe the force speaks through my actions, Acolyte?"

A poignant question, Lirka believed she already knew the answer. But it was only polite to ask.

Lirka offered the proverbial hand of "friendship" as best she could, and in the only way she knew how. This girl swirled in potentiality, and Lirka did not intend to waste such an opportunity.

"I would like to see your training one day, Acolyte. A test in the ring, perhaps you could learn something from an abomination."

In truth, Lirka didn't like anyone till after she fought them. A rite of passage, a test, and the brutish meritocracy that ruled her entire worldview all roped into one.

"Empires fall, Empires rise, some last long, some burn out. Some of us intended to be there regardless, Acolyte. I'm surprised you care so much for the unwashed masses. Do you weep for the suffering of the rabble on Jutrand, or is it irrelevant so long as they fly the flag of the Sith? There may be enemies forever, Acolyte, internal and external. But the Jedi motivate your kind in ways I rarely see. I would hate to see the grandiose glories of your Order wither away when you're forced to deal only with Mandalorians and would-be-Emperors."

Lirka couldn't really fathom the girl's ideas for the masses, such was Lirka's total disconnection from the wider Galaxy. The masses bent the knee, or they died, that was how she had run her Oversector at least. Perhaps that explained why she had the highest body count of the lot...

"So long as Carnifex lives, I believe myself in good employ. Or till some idiotic politician prattles off about "droids are a more sustainable workforce than slaves!" or other ridiculous nonsense."

Evidently, the Once-Sephi was perhaps a little sore about being forced to do her profession in the shadows of the Kainate rather than out and open in the heart of the Empire. Eira then asked a question that almost made Lirka pause...what she did for fun? Lirka had worked with sith for decades, and she wasn't sure anyone had ever actually taken an interest in such a thing before. What an odd little Acolyte.

"Weaponsmithing. Fleshcrafting when the need arises. Spice, on special occasions."

Lirka may have been long disconnected from her roots in the Underworld, but nothing beat the kick of some Booster Blue before a fight. Even now.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Oricon
Attire: Assassin Gear
Equipment: Vibro-daggers, Vibro-sword, blaster pistol, Mask
Tag: Lirka Ka

Tilting her head over to Lirka, "I believe it did once. And I believe its silence in you still speaks of something." Eira pointed out, "the Force is fickle. The Sith lie in that we are meant to believe we can control it. Break it with our will. That's not true, but what I do know is that it guides us. Takes us on the journey where we need to be. Such as our paths crossing."

Eira chuckled when she was asked by Lirka to observe her training, even participant in it. "I would not be a currently good challenge for a mighty warrior of your skill and experience. However, it would do me good to train with someone as heavily armoured and physically large as yourself. I need to know how to handle my opponents outside of sneaking strikes from the shadows." Eira stated. Especially since she was aiming to gain a Lightsaber some day soon.

"Make ensure you give me nothing. I fight for my victories and I will suffer every broken bone, cut and bruise to ensure I achieve it." Eira added with a sharpness, she did not do any training half-heartedly. Either Lirka gave her everything, every fight, or they did not fight.

Shaking her head, "you mistake my desires to use a resource to crumble our enemies and steal their armies for empathy and concern. They die, they die. They get enslaved, they get enslaved. I did not come to Oricon seeking to end your actions here. I would not stop you burning Coruscant and the billions there down." Eira stated with a cold, uncaring tone. "What I seek is to use them. Make them a weapon. A weapon in an arsenal of many weapons."

"Because it takes more than ships, vehicles, weapons and the Force. People are a resource and turn them on the enemy, the enemy will not be safe wherever they try to flee." Eira stated coldly. It had been a practice in the first Galactic Empire and it was nearly successful. Destroying an Order in the tens of thousands to a handful at most.

If they had been more aggressive in removing the Jedi threat, the empire might have survived longer.

Eira laughed, a genuine laugh, she found Lirka's comments and views amusing in a positive way. It was enjoyable to hear the words of someone who she felt understood her views best. Eira was cold, manipulative queen. She enjoyed being that but those around her were not always a fan of that person, especially when interacting with them and not directing that energy at others. However, Lirka, Lirka seemed like someone who would accept how Eira was.

"Good to know you never fear your job is at risk." Eira mentioned, "droids like a quality that humanoids have." Eira mentioned, not believing that droids could replace organic labour.

"Spice? Interesting. I have never partaken it myself. What is fleshcrafting, also?" Eira asked, having not heard the term before. She had guesses from context clues but she still wished to ask to make sure she full understood.

 

[Lirka Ka]

It was a reasonable assessment, few things in this Galaxy ended up like Lirka without outside help. Yet, talks of cosmic forces guiding her was met with a mechanical sneer from the Once-Sephi. Only one thing guided Lirka, and it was not the Foce.

"The void speaks of something. It speaks of freedom, your order prattles of chains and the breaking of them. But I am free, I do as I please not because of the will of some cosmic force, but because I will it so. I walk the path of Primordial Darkness, and the enlightenment of Rhand. That is all I need."

The teachings of the Rhandites, or Lirka's own bastardization of them, that was what drove the Once-Sephi to such great atrocities. The pure callous disregard for life that came with such all-encompassing nihilism: or in the case of Lirka's own twisted religion, all-encompassing self interest. Glowing lenses looked over Eira Dyn once, twice, and a third time. Yes, the Acolyte was probably right. And yet...

"No, you most certainly would not. But in hopelessness we learn many things, Acolyte. Fight, scrape, crawl to whatever meager victories you can muster, rise up something greater. I believe we learn from our scars, for in pain we find enlightenment, in pain we find truth of our existence. Once Oricon is maimed, you may find me Acolyte. I will teach you pain, and in it you will find proof of your might. Or you will die, whichever comes first."

Lirka's masochism was a boundless thing, for such an aged veteran pain was not an uncommon feeling. But where others had recoiled from its touch, Lirka had embraced it in her aberrant existence: to hurt was to know the claws of death had not yet found purchase within her. Besides, at the end of the day: Lirka cared little for the wider Sith Order, and giving the youth a good punting warmed her cold dead hearts. Yet, as Eira spoke the Once-Sephi found some dribbling of kinship in her words. It was good to know there were others in the order as untethered by foolish morality.

"It is the nature of the Sith to use. The grand commodity of life, it is refreshing to hear another who understands. I know you are not here to stop me: you couldn't stop me even if you wanted to, Acolyte. Now the question is if you intend to use me. Another weapon in the arsenal. Another strand in the grand designs of Sith kind."

Eira may have laughed, and Lirka did find herself bemused by the girl. But she trusted her little. There was no point in trusting Sith kind, and Lirka could only hope she was not foolish enough to extend trust to Lirka's armored form. For Lirka Ka was the knife in your back, just as much as she was a blade at your side. Everything an exchange, everything another morsel to feed her self-interest. But, Lirka was a good liar. And plenty good at putting on the persona of a friendly face.

"Droids don't suffer like people do. A droid can never grow into something greater, even the most pathetic of slave can claw their way to the Strong. As unlikely as it may be."

The Dark demanded suffering, and Lirka would give it plenty.

"It's bad for you, yet, a reminder of times before the Eternal Father took me into the fold. A memento, if you will."

Spice was also a wonderful way to make some "dirty money" without the prying eyes of the Empire. But who really needs to know all about that? Lirka spoke again, matter-a-fact as she recited the nature of her foul craft.

"The creation, and remolding, of life. The melding of genetics, artificial beings, grafting, the dark sciences creating monsters and aberrations. Not unlike the Sithspawn and alchemical studies of your order, yet, untethered by the Force and its dogma. It is the science of transience, that allows oneself to become something greater than what they were born as."

And it was the dark arts that had made Lirka Ka into the repugnant, unnatural, monster she was today.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Oricon
Attire: Assassin Gear
Equipment: Vibro-daggers, Vibro-sword, blaster pistol, Mask
Tag: Lirka Ka

Eira did not argue Lirka on the Force's influence and the suspicions that Eira held that Lirka was more akin to the slaves she works than the independent and free-thinking Sith. That there were chains on Lirka that she did not realise or did not wish to perceive. Eira doubted anyone that was a Kainite as proudly as Lirka was, was free. Carnifex had the presence of someone who refused to allow his subjects to be anything but enslaved to him. It was just whether or not they realised the chains that bound them to him.

Nodding her head, "I will do that. But know I intend to inflict as much if not more pain than is inflicted upon myself." Eira smirked darkly since she was excited to see how Eira's skills would compare to a soldier like Lirka. A test of her pure talent and willing to push herself until she could demonstrate the superiority that a Sith can have. Demonstrate the superiority she intends to hold over others. Whether that takes weeks, months or even years. Even if her body was broken and damaged, Eira would push through since no one could break her mind.

Hearing Lirka state that Eira could not stop her if Eira even wanted to. "Hm. Bold of you to assume that I would come to stop you as I am, and not come more prepared. More skilled to ensure you were stopped." Eira refused to do any mission half complete, nor would she approach an opponent without feeling assured in her abilities to win the conflict. She was stubborn and confident in her skills, but Eira was smart enough to know when engaging in a situation was irresponsible with her current skills.

"Well, I am sure there is little in life we do that is good for us. Our bodies are always in a constant status of slow death. We merely take the pleasures to enjoy life or claw for ways to prevent such things." Eira mentioned.

Hearing about the fleshcraft, it was a curious hobby to have and Eira was interested in seeing what creations that Lirka had made. "Perhaps I can watch you doing your craft. I think it is always interesting to watch someone doing the work that brings them most joy and pride. Especially curious to see the differences your craft has towards the more typical approach of Sithspawn." Eira mentioned.

Looking around the ruins of the temple, Eira was curious to think about how this once looked before it was left to simply die.

 

[Lirka Ka]

What was more dangerous in the Galaxy than an attack hound who deemed themselves free? And what better a slaver than a slave? Lirka lived in denial, it was simply her way. What she did not like, she would simply ignore and deny and remake reality as she deemed fit. She was as free as any wastrel in the Galaxy, and acted on her own accord in all things...at least, that's what she told herself to sleep at night. Only in those dark, private moments, when madness clawed at the edges of her mind did the truth bubble out of her mouth like venomous bile.

Carnifex did not allow his toys to be misused.

At her declarations of pain, Lirka let out a thunderous, dismissive, laugh. Such was the pride of Acolytes. What could they possibly understand of her hellish existence?

"You could not fathom the pain I have experienced, girl. For your mind would snap like a twig beneath it."

For that briefest moment, Lirka's formality disappeared. Her voice oozed a venom, and a warning. Lirka had walked the path of damnation, and been cursed for it. She had drank of Carnifex's blood, felt his flesh bind with hers in the gestalt of Lirka's being: and paid the price of ultimate misery for it, for even dying had been a kinder experience than her Marriage.

Yet as quickly as they vanished, they reappeared. Lirka cocked her head in curiosity at Eira Dyn it wasn't an unreasonable assessment, but it was truly a rarity for Lirka to find someone in this Empire who she didn't think was out to end her in some way.

"Is it really so bold to assume in an Empire of shadowed knives, that one is pointed for my back? The Kainites are despised for our loyalty, despised for the failings of the Old Empire. And I am cursed to be despised as both a Kainite, and a Force Dead: one who could never be Sith."

Lirka understood the semantics that she reasonably could be admitted to the Order if Carnifex willed it so. But why would he? Lirka was a useful abomination as she was now. A useful, heretical, abomination.

"The End-of-All-Things. The embrace of Primordial Dark."

Lirka nodded her head. Simple mantras, another look into whatever bizarre religion the Once-Sephi clung so tightly to. The acceptance of oblivion, yet Lirka fell into the latter of the two Eira had presented. Lirka constantly, endlessly, clawed to escape the grasping hands of death that seek so eagerly to bring her back into the endless void of oblivion where she belonged.

A low chuckle came from Lirka, dry and humorless. Lirka's craft was one done in darkness, away from prying eyes, the dark deeds of damnation that pushed her further and further down the path of monstrous ability. To push herself even further away from her fellows in the foul repugnancy of the genetics that built up her vile form. Yet, she humored the girl: in her own cruel little way.

"Well, Acolyte...if you are so eager to put under the knife all you had to do was ask. I'm sure I could make something splendid of you."

Lirka knew that wasn't what the girl had meant. But that was the only way Lirka would ever let a Sith actually look upon her machinations, the less interaction her plans had with the wider order the better.

Ruins were ruins at the end of the day. Sith architecture had not changed much in the many centuries since Oricon had been a beacon of terror and misery in the Galaxy. Lirka only duly acknowledged the stones and fragments of what once was, in her mind: once you had seen one tomb, you really had seen them all. Her head turned to Eira once again, curiosity in her voice.

"What do you make of this place, Acolyte? Is it the ancient font of power you had hoped for?"

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Oricon
Attire: Assassin Gear
Equipment: Vibro-daggers, Vibro-sword, blaster pistol, Mask
Tag: Lirka Ka

"That is a bold claim to make towards someone you do not know anything about." Eira warned, there was a lot she could understand. Take pleasure in hearing about. Little caused her much concern.

Shaking her head, "that is not my meaning. If I had been sent to kill you, I would not have come at the current level of skill and preparation that I came with. I would not underestimate you, or the soldiers under your command, to that degree. I would ensure that should I come, I came with the power to make what you do here seem trivial." Eira's red eyes shot over to Lirka, "even before we met, I heard about your prowess, I would not dare come here with anything less than my best to take you down. Know that Slavemaster General."

"For when I reach my best, that is the time you will have to fear whether I come to you as a friend or foe." It was not a threat, more a declaration that there will be a time when she would be the stronger of the two and that will always come with a level of power and domination that struck fear into others.

Looking around the temple more, "if we punished all those who were part of the old empire, then we might as well punish every Sith who is not fresh like myself. The Kainites were just one clog in many that caused the demise of the previous empire. The more important focus should be on ensuring those who are Kainite and those who are not understand where our focus needs to be truly focused at." Eira gestured a path to follow as she talked, "the Jedi. They will only benefit if we lose focus. So do not focus on being stabbed in the back as long as our enemy sits in an ivory tower and still capable of crushing us."

They had not completely pushed the Jedi back. Not yet.

Her eyes flashed in anger and narrowed when the Force Dead suggested carving her up. "Touch me in that manner and I will ensure your Master received you in several boxes." There was no humour to her tone, she was not one to joke about being carved up. It was not an experience that she was willing to even humour.

Eira huffed, "it is as I expected it to be. Dead." Eira stated in a dry tone, "however, there might be something further down. Let us go." Eira was trying to keep aware of the traps and dangerous footings that this place might still have.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Sometimes, warnings fell on deaf, pointed, ears. Such was the ego of Lirka Ka, it was a rare thing for her to look overly kind upon her fellows: especially Acolytes. Even if she could wear the pleasant persona of a humble, loyal, servant of the Empire. Some foulness could never truly be hidden away.

“Well, I am a bold one.”

Bold or stupid? It was hard to tell sometimes. With age Lirka had gained a maddening self-assurance in her beliefs. And a greatly unearned self confidence.

“The well-prepared murderer? An admirable trait, Acolyte. I have found many of your order to be closer to rabid hounds.”

A greatly ironic thing for Carnifex’s glorified attack dog to say. Yet, all it took was Eira Dyn to so briefly mention Lirka’s reputation for the Once-Sephi to perk up ever so slightly. Ego had wrapped its claws around her. Even if she did try her best to keep composed.

“What do they say about me these days, Acolyte? I certainly hope they told one of the most important things of all, Lirka Ka knows no fear.”

She paused, composing herself once again.

“But I am glad you would honor me by avoiding half-measures. It is a dreadfully tiring thing to be underestimated.”

Lirka took time to ponder the Acolytes words. Eyes to the future, eyes to the enemies outside rather than within. An admirable thing, really. Though one Lirka could never truly agree with: but not like Eira needed to know that.

“It is an easy thing to not worry about a knife in your back when you haven’t made the enemies I have, Acolyte. A long tenure means many a foe, and many an ally. Rather grimly, the assassins fall into the lot of those who are less than excited by my continued breathing.”

How true was that? Well…how often could one really trust the paranoia of a mad-woman? Lirka continued

You preach unity? There are some who might call that Heretical, Acolyte. A call to mend old wounds, and put the petty civil war of our burgeoning history behind us…admirable. You keep your eyes to the Order’s future, no? Is that why you serve the Princess?”

While Lirka was plenty willing to keep their conflicts insular and self destructive, she did have a great curiosity in those would-be-prospects that could inherit the Empire. Prospects that could potentially carve out a spot for Lirka in the Order’s future…

Lirka’s blank faced helm turned to face Eira as the girl’s rage sparked. While Lirka’s face may have been hidden under plundered beskar, it didn’t take a genius to guess the smile under it: that of a bully relishing getting under their fellow’s skin. Her words hummed out, a cold humor to match the angered humorlessness of Eira.

“Unfortunately Acolyte, you will be loathe to find I can put myself back together. You might need more boxes.”

Such was the nature of fleshcrafters, and the odd, freakish, abominations that walked out of Lirka’s labs. Meat was a transient thing, after all. It was a shame though…Lirka hadn’t gotten the chance to “enhance” an acolyte yet.

A low chuckle came out of the armored woman at the acolytes statement.

“I haven’t seen all that many tombs that are alive in my long years. But yes, let us progress further. I can only assume the robbers have already taken their share of the first levels.”

So did Lirka trudge forward, where Eira had tried to stay aware of the dangers of an old place like this: Lirka took no such care. Thumping metal feet echoing through the halls as she tried to push further down into the ruins. And her carelessness was met with the distant sound of mechanical clicking, a mechanical clicking that most certainly was not Lirka’s powersuit.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Oricon
Attire: Assassin Gear
Equipment: Vibro-daggers, Vibro-sword, blaster pistol, Mask
Tag: Lirka Ka

"Rabid animals is just the ones that need to be culled." Eira stated, "we are an order of the strongest, if there are some that refuse to learn, adapt and improve their skills. Then they deserve to be killed."

Eira was also someone who was dedicated to ensuring that she would be the strongest versions of herself. Not expecting to just jump into a fight without research, Eira could not jump into a situation without assurances that she would know that she would win. It was bad enough that she was not demonstrating her skills as someone who was impossibly deadly, it was a sign that she needed to get better and more proficient.

She sniffed at the clear desires of Lirka craved her ego boost. Eira was surprised about the fact that the ego of Lirka was so important but perhaps, when you are a slave to a system, reputation is all you can truly cling to. It was something she observed and it was something she was intrigued in how to manipulate and play with. "They talk about your strength, prowess in combat and how your skills rival many acolytes."

It was a statement that somewhat fed into Lirka's ego but hinting that there was limitations in what Lirka could achieve.

"If you are always looking behind you for the knife, you are missing the clear threats that lay in front." Eira countered, "but that said, I know that being part of the Sith, it is just as common to face enemies amongst ourselves as we do those further afield."

Shrugging her shoulders, "those who fail to adapt to dealing with our enemy are the ones who will die first." Eira stated boldly, there was determination to ensure that they would eventually adapt to her mindset or they will be removed. "I follow Quinn because she is strong, stronger than others realise and she is deserving of a chance to demonstrate her powers." Eira stated firmly.

She would not reveal any plans from Quinn nor would she admit that she saw Quinn as someone would get her the closest to her dream and be open to stepping ahead when Eira's forces amassed are larger than Quinn's.

Few Sith would be willing to release power without death, but Eira was not keen on killing other Sith. Not while the Jedi were still outnumbering them.

"You underestimate how small the pieces I was going to make you." Eira stated in a cold tone with little care to how much of a threat it would come across.

Eira snorted, "then you have not explored Sith tombs all that often. There are usually beasts, traps and spirits that linger. To be dead... That is more strange than there being some form of life." Eira mentioned as her thoughts lingered on why that might be no life, the destruction on the surface was one explanation since the wildlife would flee from a dangerous environments.

"Halt. Something... there is a noise!" Eira called out as her ears heard something that was not the usual sounds between them.

 

[Lirka Ka]

The culling of the Sith was a concept Lirka had pondered many a time over. She'd certainly enjoy seeing many faces in the order buried and forgotten to make way for new powers - new powers that could be favorable to Lirka and her continued existence among the Sith. Yet as Eira Dyn spoke of strength, it resonated with the Once Sephi. Strength was everything to Lirka, after all. Nodding her head, Lirka let out another mantra: one of the Zambranos, and the Kainate at large. A simple thing, yet boundlessly cruel.

"The strong will do as they do. The weak will suffer as they must. -"

Though she quickly interjected so as to not seem like a total sycophant.

"-As the Dyarchs of the Kainate say."

She listened to the girl talk of her prowess, and while it certainly could have been better. It was a start. Even standing atop the bottom rung of the Sith meant she still had some semblance of strength over the Order. A solidified existence. Yet it was an important reminder that if Lirka wished to see herself grow mighty: she would still need to obey the will of the Primordial Dark, and obey the laws of transience. She had reached a form she enjoyed, but there was still power to be claimed.

Dark arts to be studied.

Atrocities to commit.

Casually, she spoke.

"Its a start. I suppose the years have been long, they need a reminder of just who Lirka Ka is."

She pondered the philosophy once more. The spirit of a warmonger was a powerful thing, the enemy outside could certainly be far more dangerous than within. It was a good outlet for the endless rage of the Sith too, of course. Unfortunately, Lirka was not Sith, and her pettiness knew no bounds. Though even she could admit it was pretty fun to tussle with the Jedi...

"You must understand the mind of us old war-relics, Acolyte. The last Empire fell because of the threat within, the threat outside was merely byproduct of the former. It is a difficult tragedy to let go of."

Lirka had let go of it decades ago. She simply enjoyed the chaos of inner turmoil too much, the Dark demanded chaos after all. The infighting of Eternalism and the many scuffles of the Order fed the Dark in ways the unenlightened masses simply would never comprehend. As the Acolyte spoke of the Princess, Lirka merely slowly nodded her head. Such a fascinating thing, the Heir to the Empire. So many fledgling great powers nestled within the Order. Lirka would fly the flag of Carnifex till the stars went cold, but...it did pay to focus in on the changing tides of the future sometimes.

"Certainly most enlightening, Acolyte. I look forward to seeing this strength."

But, Lirka would keep her fascinations to herself. Some things were best done in the darkness, without prying eyes. At the continuation of their little bout, Lirka let out a thunderous metallic laugh. Evidently, Eira had amused her greatly. Lirka could respect the feistiness. She didn't seem to talk this talk of grim dismemberment particularly seriously.

"HA! Well, the doctors will certainly be kept busy stitching me back together!"

Lirka was forced to concede, tomb raiding wasn't exactly her preferred pastime.

"Yes, unfortunately the Order does not often look kindly upon people of my...affliction. They do not wish for me to sully their tombs and ruins with the void of my being."

Not exactly true. But Lirka had no shame in lying to earn whatever meager pity points a mass murdering war criminal could muster. All of these places looked the same to her, at the end of the day. As if to punctuate Eira's words, the ruin came to life. A trap evidently triggered by Lirka's rumbling form as a mechanisms clicked to life - a ray shield beginning to fire itself down the hallway they walked in an attempt by the once-owners of this place to bisect their intruders.

With a speed unbegetting of her form, Lirka dropped to the ground with a thud, letting the wall of energy sail pass her form as it illuminated the darkness in the gleaming red-orange of energy.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Oricon
Attire: Assassin Gear
Equipment: Vibro-daggers, Vibro-sword, blaster pistol, Mask
Tag: Lirka Ka

It was curious to watch how Lirka took the information that she shared on the perceptions of the Slavemaster General. There was an aspect that desired more, that desired to be remembered in a manner that struck fear into the weak. It was something that made Eira think of herself. That she was still striving for more. That she craved to be recognised in ways that would always be in hushed whispers and rumours of feats that would deliver dread even into those who perceived themselves as gods. Eira wished to demonstrate that she was a Sith that could make a god bleed. Because, if she could do that, then she could make all those lesser think she was more than human.

And Eira already believed herself to be something more. It was just getting to that position.

Time was and would always be her enemy. It was too long. While also being not enough.

"Being aware of threats within is sensible, it is ignoring the threats that lay out there, the very public and powerful threats out there that I feel weakens us." Eira pointed out. She was stating that Lirka was wrong to fear traitors. Just right now, there was a much larger, obvious threat to face. One that threatened to decimate the Sith to the point that returning to their current power would be incredibly difficult.

"Especially when this enemy is now at their weakest, they could also be their most dangerous and trying to weaken us with infighting might be their plan." Eira stated firmly, everything was possible with the Jedi scum.

It was good to see that Lirka respected the dedication in Eira, it was a demonstration that the warrior could see there was potential in Eira to be a threat. Since if she merely appeared to be a child with impossible dreams, she doubted that Lirka would surrender compliments and false promises of engaging fights. Lirka did not seem the type of warrior to hold back both with her words as well as her combat skills.

Eira ducked with speed as she avoided the ray shields. Feeling to close to her form as she dodged out of the way. Eira also made a mental note of the unexpected speed that came from Lirka. For someone heavily armoured, one would expect more sluggish movement. But it seemed that Lirka combated that issue somehow whatever flesh manipulations and tech. It was good to be aware of since it meant that Eira would not be relying on speed to harm Lirka. There was going to have to be other ways to approach the future combat between the two.

Eira walked forward, "traps will be more present the further we go. Therefore, we must be getting closer to what these Sith wished to hide. We can only hope that they were not previously robbed." Tomb raiders were very popular for the many Sith tombs out there. Even in the valley of the Sith on Korriban, much had been raided by those seeking fortunes.