Private Routine Checkup

[Lirka Ka]

It had been a chaotic couple of missions. In chaos, reality itself had seemed to unravel before the horrors brought before the Sith and their various minions. Admittedly, Lirka didn't have too much trouble with it. Welcomed it even, to some extent. Yet she knew that was a perhaps unique perspective from someone as...seasoned...as herself in matters of the esoteric. Yet in after-action reports Lirka had seen a handful of familiar faces, names that appeared more than once in the masses of faceless mooks that the Empire threw at problems like those. By all metrics Lirka had assumed any of the "normals" would have lost their mind immediately after the first bout.

Of course, that was assuming they hadn't already lost their minds and were simply good at hiding it well. Lirka certainly knew that whole song and dance well enough, she lived it just about every other week.

Now officially, she was prowling around on Ministry of Order business. Making the rounds to assure the system that the veterans of these rather esoteric misadventures did not pose of risk of evolving into future offenders due to potential mental wounds - they had been very sure to make sure plea of insanity would not pass in the courts after all.

Jacen Breska had been the first of the lot that had caught Lirka's eye. She hadn't formed much of an opinion on the trooper in their time within each others vicinity - and she intended to rectify that fact quickly. With datapad in hand, the Once-Sephi pulled the strings for a meeting. She may not have been proper military anymore, but she still had enough rank to pull when it came to the peons.

It was a song and dance that had become plenty predictable from the Once-Sephi. She wasn't a particularly complex monster when it came to matters of sinking her claws into people. A drab room, surveillance systems blacked out by all of Lirka's various systems. Sitting atop a chair that seemed to suffer under her metal bulk, casually scrolling her way through force-only-knew what on that pad with a casualness that did not hide the vague air of malice around her. Now, all she could do was wait for the arrival of her quarry.

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[Jacen Breska]

CHECKUP​

WEARING:Sith Imperial Uniform
EQUIPMENT: NOTHING
LOCATION: :: ::
TAG: Lirka Ka

Psychological Evaluations. Something Jacen didn’t particularly care for. Didn’t know a single trooper who did. Given the choice, he’d choose to ignore any summons for a psych eval and just continue on but he knew in this circumstance, from who or rather what he had received the summons from…attendance was not negotiable.
And Skipping would probably have deadly consequences.

With a sigh, Jacen pushed the door controls, and the door opened with a subtle whir. He stepped inside the spartan room space and approached Lirka Ka. He’d seen her before, on Malgus, they’d worked together, survived together, but he hadn’t really interacted with her. He wasn’t sure…how exactly to refer to her. So, instead, he followed the rule he and CT-312 had established for eachother. If they don’t look like military, they must be a Sith.

With a bow of his head, he reported, “My lady Lirka,” he said, straightening his head and saluting for good measure, “TK-710, Jacen Breska, reporting as ordered.”

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[Lirka Ka]

By most metrics, it would have been exceptionally wise for Jacen Breska to ignore the Once-Sephi’s call. But she was Ministry of Order now, and that gave her quite the nice leash to tug the poor unfortunate non-Sith of the Empire around with: not like anyone would really go and double check who’d she throw into a cell on her dungeon ship.

With the appearance of her newest quarry, Lirka’s lenses looked him over a handful of times. Uniform was up to code, no weapons she could see at a glance, he moved to code - an unfortunate knock against the man, though Lirka wouldn’t admit it yet.

My lady Lirka…she hadn’t gotten that one before. She wasn’t that opposed to it either, it called to her in the serpentine shape of ambition. She wasn’t a Sith yet, not truly. Yet what was the harm in playing along for the time being? A brief moment to feed her monumental ego. Not like anyone was listening today, she had been extra careful about that.

“Hello, Warrior Breska. Please, do take a seat.”

Always prattle about “warriors”, that was about as far Lirka went with respecting the chain of command in the legions. She made a gesture to one of the seats with a clawed hand, before returning to her data pad. Scrolling through the drivel of information, combat reports, training records, all of the usual jargon to make this seem infinitely more official than it really was.

“Now, for the sake of paperwork. I am aware you were at the incident on Malgus - have you been deployed to other instances of battling that most esoteric foe?”

Now was the unfortunate part where Lirka would have to actually do her job.

 

[Jacen Breska]

CHECKUP​

WEARING:Sith Imperial Uniform
EQUIPMENT: NOTHING
LOCATION: :: ::
TAG: Lirka Ka

Jacen blinked, Warrior Breska? He thought to himself silently before nodding and quickly approaching and sitting down opposite Lirka. He remained tense as he sat in the chair, and kept his eyes firmly locked on hers as much as he could. It was times like these that Jacen began to truly appreciate the battlefield half of military life. Outside of combat, in times like these, the chain of command got a bit wonky.

He nodded as asked her question, silently recalling his past encounters as his eyes dropped to the ground for a moment. The missions he’s been on…most of them were like Malgus. Terrifying. Jacen didn’t know how best to answer the question, his mind thought to try to be flowery, emphasize, downplay. In the end, with a quick inhale, he decided to just answer simply.

“I’ve been deployed to other operations that…” he paused, thinking of the words, “...have been…” A shrug of his shoulders as he sighed exasperatedly, “...Terrifying. The Nether. Malgus, of course, a lost convoy I can’t remember exactly where full of time…stuff and Starweirds. If..that’s what you mean by esoteric. I’ve never fought…whatever that thing was on Malgus before, or since...and I genuinely hope never to again.” Jacens face flickered, the expressionless demeanor he had intended to display exclusively would sometimes crack, as his brows furrowed and his lip quivered in residual fear.

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