Private On Dark Matters

[Lirka Ka]

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When Lirka had first been placed into her job at the Ministry of Order, she had been less than enthused - insulted even. Being a seasoned veteran like herself, the very notion of subsuming her grand work as the Slavemaster General into the pretty veneer of legal "policework" brought a shudder to her wretched form. Yet, times had changed. Transience was an important aspect of the eternal struggle and as much as Lirka had a penchant to mope and seethe, she had come to enjoy one aspect of her new position quite a lot: access to files on the various people populating this Empire. What good was a police-state if they couldn't have accurate predictors for could-be-criminals?

Really, Lirka just used to feed her rather unfortunate habit of stalking anyone or anything she found interesting.

Few things were more interesting, and dangerous, to Lirka than wayward dark-siders. Which one Vakhari Korden had fallen right into that category. The girl had plenty going for her even without that fact. Lirka always enjoyed fleshcrafters, those monsters who created their own beasts. Too much time around the Sith alchemists had made her long for the simpler things in science, the twisting of genetics, the mutation of flesh into a form most suitable, none of this...sorcerous gibberish that the Force Dead brute could only minorly grasp.

Lirka had kept a cautious, yet uncharacteristically kind, approach to this newest of potential allies. After her last bout on Anoth with Serina Calis when she had made an attempt to figuring out a wayward dark-sider - it had ended rather poorly. She kept a knife close this time, and a tone infinitely more casual. For the inklings of Rhand existed in this Arkanian, and while by most metrics Lirka loathed the Sorcerers and their wretched ilk - anyone with an inkling of interest towards the Dark was a rare thing in this Empire. Biases would have to be cast aside for once in Lirka's long, hateful, life.

She had picked a meeting place most discreet, the looming black brick that was her dungeon ship Shackles of Ambition Lirka's base of operations as much as it was her mobile laboratory for all the miserable matters of keeping her foul form from dissolving. It was a miserable, chaotic, place. The air hung heavy with the sorrow of "prisoners" tossed in cells for the mere crime of existing, or looking like suitable meatstock for Lirka's own ventures into fleshcraft. Yet, the meeting chamber itself was a pitifully dull thing of black iron. Merely a desk, some almost humorously large chairs for the two of them, and drab, clinical lighting.

Lirka kept herself as the focus of the room, the metal goliath sat herself down. Glowing slit lenses locked towards the door as she eagerly awaited the arrival of this Vakhari girl. Already strumming over the possibilities in her mind...Rhandites, such a horrible thing. And yet perhaps they were just what this Empire needed...

 

[Vakhari Korden]

Tag: Lirka Ka

Little did the Arkanian expect to be almost snatched up from her current little workshop, the Kainate troopers having a dwindling patience as the strange woman skittered about her laboratory like a rat. After some pushing they had finally gotten her and some things she desired to bring aboard their vessel.

It didn't seem like it had taken too long, perhaps due to her insistence on always making sure her brain was thinking on something new. With the woman snapping out of her self-made daze as the transport had docked within a larger ship, the blankness and drab of the place didn't offend the newest visitor of the day.. She in fact loved the soulness clinical-like lighting.

Though, she couldn't help but squint at corners and crevices, seeking out any signs of unsterile filth. It took a trooper again to move her onward to combat against her sporadic attention, eventually finally arriving where she was supposed to be.

The troopers under Lirka give their commander a nod before shutting the door behind Vakhari, with the woman of the hour herself raising a brow. It had been explained that she was brought here to speak with one 'Lirka Ka' , yet with her being rather fresh to the Order as a whole.. She had no idea what this was really about or who Lirka is.

With at least now being able to say she knows what they look like- somewhat?

From an outward glance Vakhari hardly looked intimidating, being small in stature and petite in build. Looking rather funny one could say as she approached and took a seat in the chair much too large for her size.

"You must be Lir-"

A faint garbling screeching could be heard, Vakhari looking confused as she began to search through her things, soon finding the source of the noise... A fleshy lump that was imprisoned in a medical grade jar.

Vakhari snaps her fingers a few times, alerting something else in her bags that came to life. A quadrupedal droid bearing a human skull sprang forth.

"M0rtis, please terminate this."

The droid's lights flicker a few times, like how when a droid normally speaks, yet this seemed to be something only Vakhari herself could hear.

"It doesn't matter- Just- The nearest airlock or toilet, and quickly."

Soon 'M0rtis' would wander off, jar clutched within his claw.

"Apologies, you must be Lirka Ka, correct? You wished to speak with me about something?"



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[Lirka Ka]

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Once a slaver, always a slaver they said. And for matters of such grim importance as their meeting today, Lirka felt little compulsion to offer the meager creature comforts she might have given to a lesser being to soothe their nerves. She had much higher expectations for Vakhari Korden than she did the usual lot of legionaries that drew her eye.

And now those slit-like eyes, glowing green in the bleak semi-dark of her office, looked upon her quarry with fascination. Immediately Lirka began taking her mental notes, putting aside what she deemed important enough to consider for the future. Small, unassuming - though Lirka had learned the hard way that size was not everything when dealing with the esoteric. Exceptionally sporadic, the mark of a genius she chalked it up to.

The brief interruption before their exchange could begin made the once-Sephi’s brow raise. Truly fascinating. Lirka certainly had never been so bold as to keep some of her work on her person like that - well, long as one didn’t count all the meat beneath her armor as “her work”. Another note, though Lirka decided not to mention it for the time being.

“I am she.”

She looked the Arkanian over once, twice, and a third time before speaking again. Plain and matter a fact, the true darkness of their meeting was something to be coaxed out - just like the grim enlightenment Lirka had found when she had learned the ways of Rhand.

“That would be correct, Vakhari Korden. You see I am, officially at least, a representative of the Sith-Imperial Ministry of Order. Our criminal predictive models put a note on you as a wayward Dark Sider with a position not currently disclosed with the wider Sith and their institutions.”

Lirka placed her wrists to the table, clicking the metal clawtips of her fingers against one another as she spoke.

“Unofficially, a Dark Sider would never actually be prosecuted by the ministry. No, their note is the same as mine. You see, you have caught my eye. I too am a flesh crafter, admittedly more of a hobbyist than anything. Yet far more importantly - I too am a wayward thing, one of the lot that has fallen outside the Order and their beliefs.”

The first crumb laid out. While Lirka was confident that this room was not wire-tapped by the wider empire, she rarely dared to speak the name of Rhand unprompted. All she needed to do now was see if the girl nabbed onto the bait, to see that there was a meager kindred between these two strangers meeting in odd circumstance.

 

[Vakhari Korden]

Tag: Lirka Ka

"I do suppose it is true, while I may use the dark I can't say I find myself fully seeing Sith ideals.. I was taught in a place tucked away from everything, finding my place between occultists and engineers. There was never a code to follow when it came to what we made and used- Things like that just don't matter for what we did."

Vakhari had learned in a cold environment, where things such as socializing was just wasted time.

"Ah but that isn't too interesting.. For me I simply like to craft destruction. I can never fully explain why I like it, and that isn't even to hide secrets."

It would seem Lirka had gotten a bite, learning more as Vakhari continued on.

"We all tend to think, most of the time we think too hard. I believe that is my issue, I can't help but overthink. Perhaps the easiest way to describe it is that I just like it, to watch something or someone be destroyed by my own creation."

An admission of guilt, signed and sealed- Well, if she did feel guilty.

"It is always lovely to meet another who sculpts! It is all only a luxury though, no matter how much I sculpt someone to be a next model- It will never stop the decay of the universe."

She undo's her mask, letting Likra see her full face now.

"Do you think that by the end, the universe will be birthed anew? And those who stood the test of time would get to live it all again?"

It was something she pondered from time to time, a thought she wished to share. ​