Imperator
The Sith were their own microcosm of the Galactic cycle, forces rose and died, divisions and loyalties bent and broke with every cycle. It was proof of the Dark, ultimately, Lirka had decided upon that after her recent ventures among the Kainate: pandemonium followed the Sith wherever they went, and for that Lirka would consider their goals holy; at least, to an extent. She couldn't go and give the Sithlings too much credit, after all.
But, ultimately pandemonium was a vague thing that took many forms, and as the cycle of the Sith continued a new evil had risen and with it followed Lirka's own interests. "Mors Vitra" they called themselves. Headquartered in the darkness of space around Shiva IV, a world Lirka was admittedly unfamiliar.
What she wasn't unfamiliar with was the all consuming, gravitonic, power of a black hole, she adored the phenomenon: it reminded her of the Dark, as if it had taken physical form. She would have to give her regards for the choice of backdrop when time presented itself, because now it had come time for politics.
Always more and more politics among the Sith, especially for a "free agent" like Ka. She needed a bed to lay upon beyond assisting the Kainate in their schemes and machinations: enter the Mors Vitra. Flying to their station in her usual unmarked junker of a freighter, Lirka strummed out her transponder codes to the station, waiting for the go-ahead for a landing before making her way into its depths, and for once in a long, long, time: she felt not entirely prepared for what to expect next.
Alina Tremiru
But, ultimately pandemonium was a vague thing that took many forms, and as the cycle of the Sith continued a new evil had risen and with it followed Lirka's own interests. "Mors Vitra" they called themselves. Headquartered in the darkness of space around Shiva IV, a world Lirka was admittedly unfamiliar.
What she wasn't unfamiliar with was the all consuming, gravitonic, power of a black hole, she adored the phenomenon: it reminded her of the Dark, as if it had taken physical form. She would have to give her regards for the choice of backdrop when time presented itself, because now it had come time for politics.
Always more and more politics among the Sith, especially for a "free agent" like Ka. She needed a bed to lay upon beyond assisting the Kainate in their schemes and machinations: enter the Mors Vitra. Flying to their station in her usual unmarked junker of a freighter, Lirka strummed out her transponder codes to the station, waiting for the go-ahead for a landing before making her way into its depths, and for once in a long, long, time: she felt not entirely prepared for what to expect next.
Alina Tremiru
