Private Prophet and the Priestess

[Lirka Ka]

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Sith ate each other alive, it was merely the way of things. Egos clashed, festered and bubbled like rancid pustules. But that was the fuel, it was the ravenous cannibalism that kept these servants of darkness alive. The gears churned, pushed forward by self-serving machinations, delusions of grandeur, and the illustrious call of enlightenment denied. Indeed, it made for a savage sort. They murdered their own as much as their foes.

Lirka Ka had made quite a business dabbling in that fact.

The monstrous once-Sephi had placed her lot behind many a lord, and reaped many the benefits. She had been among the Kainate menagerie for decades in some form or fashion - be it from the Empire before, or the current situation they found themselves in. Far from a beloved role, the Slavemaster General was. With the prestige of shackles came enemies numberless - yet, there was a potentiality most strong. The return of that institution most cruel, the mightiest paragon of suffering that could ever be inflicted upon the Galaxy's hapless.

The gears were already in motion, new banners waved in secret. The machinations of the Sith took new forms - powers rising. A triad of dark intent that silently festered as the newest, chain bound, disease of their order. It was only proper for a beast like Lirka to put her lot behind this newest menace - indeed, she was one of its vectors. Those who would come to understand there was no true freedom in this Galaxy. Only suffering and struggle.

Those who would stand in rather stark opposition to Darth Strosius and his Wonosa rabble. Violence between that lot and the wider Order was far from uncommon, it was all but a fact of existence now. The supreme nuisance and his sycophants. The sort of trouble making that drew eyes and ire alike, most importantly, the ire of Lirka's "dear" ally Darth Nefaron - it was time to stake her claim in their little scuffle over the matter of the assassins.

The trap was laid, honey to draw the flies. A rabble of murderous slavers, hunting too close to the blackwall. Plundering the hapless of Wild Space on a world unremarkable and unnamed, little more than farmers blinded to the grandiose evil mere light years away. The suffering of shackles, unholy barbarity meant to rouse the zealot to wake. It had been a long time since the prophet and the beast had clashed - much had changed, some could say they were all but unrecognizable from this fledgling days. But today was to be a day of blood, and statement.

Now…all that mattered was if he'd take the bait. Come to the rescue of the meager and bring about the demise of scum. While the monstrous Once-Sephi lay in wait, stalking, watching, a patient void ready to make her violent declaration of supposed-allegiance.

 

[Darth Strosius]

There was no shortage of enemies to be faced, that much had been a certainty since Darth Strosius first joined with the Sith. The Blackwall was a deterrent for most, a challenge for some, but by now it was a simple certainty for all. The Sith Order's tool of defense and division which concealed their dealings from the wider galaxy and which kept all sectors and worlds which fell prey to them from receiving or even simply calling for aid from their neighbors or interplanetary authorities.

Yet with certainty came a sort of comfort and mundanity that allowed those beyond its reach to see it as another obstacle to be used to their own advantage. Such was what these slavers seemed to be doing now. Chasing convoys and flotillas and pinning them against the Blackwall so that they could be captured all the easier. A rather clever tactic it had to be said. What a shame that they chose to do so within the purview of the Order of Wonosa's scouts.

Darth Strosius had wasted no time in moving to intercept these slavers before they could make off with their prey, seeking to make use of their own tactics to smash the rabble against the Blackwall and set their captives loose. A fairly textbook operation which any competent Wonosan commander could have accomplished of course but given the proximity to Sith space only the Prophet Himself could really pursue it. Having His followers drift too close to Sith space was a danger that they could ill afford to risk.

No doubt the Kainate was still looking to give a proper reprisal for His rescue of Revna and threatening of their wretched Dyarchs, not to mention the countless other Sith who would seek to score some victory against Him just to show off their loyalty to the powers that be within the wider Order. His presence was a necessity to ensure that the operation went off without a hitch from within the Blackwall, although it would be a lie to say that He didn't at all enjoy personally seeing the demise of sinners as vile as slavers.

Lirka Ka