Imperator
[SIZE=11pt]Everyone had their place in the Galaxy, for some it was to rise up and rebel, and for others it was to come and crush that flame of rebellion till nothing remained. That remained pertinent enough for Lirka at current standing, for the loyal attack dog of the Confederacy was thrown as those who wished to threaten it once again: simple rabble that was going to be nothing but ash and gore when she was done with them: for what they didn’t know the jungle world that had chosen as a base of operations had irritated the Marshal: and suffer all when the Sephi grew irritated.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Though despite all the wet heat she could almost admire this world, it was lawless, untamed: and nigh untouched by the tendrils of civilization. Shame she would have to crush some much of it as her host of tanks and droids would advance: and of course, her admiration didn’t seem to go too far as she had brought an...impressive...amount of flamethrowers with her. But even more so than simply fulfilling her job, this was a [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]test[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Lirka’s escapades in the depths of Enos had yielded fruit for those in the Confederacy that had requested her to take her “leave of duties”: and the fruit was not the ore ever so common from that world. No, it was an abomination bred from the twisted mind of the Sephi: “Berserker Cultists” she called them: and one of their hulking forms stood behind the woman. Almost entirely unarmored and dressed in little but the equivalent of rags the twisted man had the constant sound of machinery working: combat stims brutally pumped into the former convict as well as all the “enhancers” that had made him into little but a monster. The attack dog of the attack dog, and the personal favorite Lirka had out the test batch of her beserkers.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“Scout ahead, kill anything that moves.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]With a solemn nod the creature rushed ahead in something far closer to an animal than a man, trailing behind it the smell of incense as much as the drugs coursing through his veins. Lirka hadn’t fallen down to the very Cultists she mocked, no, it was little but a farce to create those monstrosities to slaughter the foes of the Confederacy: and if all went right she had every intent to try and draw the Vicelord’s eyes to her efforts. But now she had to turn her eyes to the effort at hand.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Turning on her heels Lirka walked her way to a rather hastily created base of operations to discuss the plan of attack with the other Confederate commands that had been acquisition for the mission. And of course, the unknowing audience of her demonstration.[/SIZE]