First Reply The Jutrand Reception - (Sith Blackwall)

[Christina Locke]

//: @Open //:

Continued from here

The fortune teller had given her clear instructions to make for the spaceport to avoid seeing someone she knew.

"Just had to futz around spending creds I don't fethin have." Cursing herself as she adjusted the bodyglove beneath her clothes.

Which was a problem since she'd spent her last few credits getting the fething warning.

Breathless as she stood in front of the locker she'd been given to keep her gear in while she was waiting for the next shuttle out. Now stuck needing to find a quick way to get aboard an outbound shuttle as quickly as possible with little fuss. An idea already forming as she plucked her belonging from a storage locker and hoisted them on the back of the hoverbike. Plucking the strap she had used to rig it on the passenger seat with a satisfactory nod before sliding onto the seat and pulling Passing beneath a cadre of security cams that had likely flagged her face to some interested party while she slowly cleared the walkway.

Pulling the visor over her face and adjusting the helmet before switching off the limiter on her bike.

Pulling away from the small area to get into the speeder lane to find a shadier part of the capital to find a way off-world. Diving in between other vehicles to make sure no one had a fun time tailing her as more than a few leaned out to sling curses at her.

If Gerwald Lechner found her, she'd no doubt have to toe the line again until she found another chance to slip away from him. If anyone that knew her sister found her, well. The last time she'd run into someone of that variety she'd been slapped and the authorities were brought in after Chris had started punching.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Lirka did not care much for police, but alas. The times had changed, new organizations rose - and the powers that be had made it rather clear that becoming apart of the Ministry of Order was to be one of the wisest ways forward. And where did that leave Lirka Ka, Lash of the Kainate, and now former Slavemaster General? Stuck on Jutrand, watching security guards dawdle on in meaningless routine.

She was bored, painfully bored. Under normal circumstances, when Lirka came to Jutrand it was for some grand meaning of general nefariousness, as befitted one of Carnifex's menagerie of monstrous murders. But not today, unfortunately. Today was to be a day of drivel, dolling out punishments to whatever crooks passed through the spaceport. A few months labor here, a few years labor there, and a few unfortunate souls that Lirka slapped a few extra charges on just out of simple, bored, pettiness. At least, that is how it had gone for a time.

Traffic violations were usually something Lirka considered beneath a monster of her stature, but this time - well, Lirka knew when shady dealings were about. That was her element. The zipping form of Christina Locke on the various security cameras had piqued the Once-Sephi's interest, and looking for any excuse to be free from work that would have been far better done by droids. She barked out an order to one of her poor menials.

"Get me airborne!"

Nothing like abusing the speed of an aerial dropship to catch up to speeding bikers. Making her way to the thing with a small entourage of security forces in toe, the vessel took to the skies of Jutrand with rumbling engines as Lirka made her way to intercept Locke in the grimier parts of the City - Lirka's preferred stomping ground. It was a short flight, when traffic laws didn't apply, hanging above one of the many tall buildings of the world the sidebay door hissed open as Lirka gave another firm command to the rest of the unit.

"I proceed alone. Return to your work."

Stepping out from the vessel and landing with the thud of metal upon earth. Lirka's cold glowing lenses scanned the streets below, looking to see if she could get a reading on this hoverbike wielding speedster - if there was to be dark, shadowy dealings involved in Jutrand's corrupt underworld today, Lirka had every single intent in being the one to facilitate them.

 

[Christina Locke]

//: Lirka Ka //:

The speeder zipped through the lanes brazenly. The feeling of joy at flying across the ground along with essentially playing in traffic, made Chris a bit more careless than usual. Laughing as her hands gripped the steering column and willed the machine just a little faster as the bike seemed to respond in kind.

A slight boost as her body leaned against the frame as she cleared another Speeder with millimeters to spare. A garbled mess of words left in the rushing air as she turned right and followed a feeling rather than any signage.

An uncanny knack for finding just what she was after as the bike slowed down through a string of warehouse-like structures. Until the feeling turned into a pointer in front of one that she could barely call subtle.

Not entirely decrepit, nor in disrepair as a handful of bodies mingled outside one of the doors.

An excited energy in her now as she grinned and shut the bike off. One being in particular staring at her the entire time she slid from the seat and removed the helmet.

"What'chu wont?" It spat her way, holding up a hand to keep her from going inside.

"You doing fights in there?" Leaning to peak inside the door as their body shifted to block the view.

"Naw. No for someone like you, little'un." Shaking their head as some of the others present laughed.

"I'll wager my bike?" Pointing a thumb over her shoulder as they frowned and measured her up and down again.

"Don't says I dinnit warn ya's." Stepping aside and letting her in to see the small gathering of bodies encircling a duracrete ring as two beings fought with abandon. Blood already spilled between them as Christina let herself grin like a Nexu at the sight.

Loud cheers as one fighter grabbed hold of the others arm and threw an elbow down to get a snap before sending that same elbow into their opponents face.

A gurgling sound the only signal of defeat until they slumped against the barrier and the other had raised their arms high and circled the ring with a howling applause.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Leaping from rooftop to rooftop, the servos of her power suit’s joints whirring with each thunderous jump. Jutrand was a big planet, and it made sense that she’d be stalking Christina Locke to one of the parts that had “slipped through the cracks”. A part of the planet that most of the Order wouldn’t have given a second thought, but not Lirka. This was her sort of scene.

From her perched position, the Once-Sephi kept her eyes glued on her quarry - and the gathered crowd she had parked in front of. Rebels? She doubted it, but the possibility remained. A few clacks to enhance her helmet’s audio receptors, she caught the end of the conversation between Locke and the brutish man before her.

Fighting rings.

Lirka knew them well, a place for those without the mettle to enter the true arenas to beat each other bloody as a form of savage gambling. Oh yes, this most certainly was her scene.

Once the girl entered, Lirka finally leapt down from the building upon which she had perched herself. Sailing through the air before landing upon the ground with the metallic clang, the thick boots of the suit absorbing much of the impact and leaving a small crater in her way - some poor sanitation worker was going to be having an unfortunate day when that was found.

The crowd gazed upon Lirka’s rising form with fear, a reasonable response: the Once-Sephi looked more like some cruel war-droid than a real person most of the time. Taking long, casual, steps forward. Lirka spoke with the coldness of authority.

“Step aside, doorman. I intend to fight.”

And who was he to deny a so-called “officer of the law”. Not like Lirka wouldn’t have just moved him out of the way regardless. Sauntering her way through the doorway, Lirka’s head scanned over the gathered assembly and their crude, bloodstained arena. It was charming in its simplicity, though with only slight disappointment she noted that nobody here seemed to be fighting with weapons. A shame.

Upon entering, her metal boots thudding against the floor with each step. Lirka let her words fill the room.

“Well, well, well. What a sorry bunch of souls I have stumbled upon here!”

There was the hint of venom behind her words, a cruel arrogance of someone looking to impose themselves upon those whom she had deemed lesser, weaker.

Usual Sith business, really.

 

[Christina Locke]

//: Lirka Ka //:

The fight was over only moments before another started. The wounded halfway dragged from the arena as the winner sauntered out. At least until someone interrupted with a booming lash of words at all those gathered.

Her own eyes squinting in the light at the suit of armor that had walked in. Narrowing further in wonder if that was what passed for local authorities, or someone who managed the ring itself. A split second of warning passed through her mind until she pushed it aside with all the bravado she'd used to keep herself moving forward in life.

She was already in the soup deep enough needing credits to get a shuttle off world. She may as well kick the Rancors nest and be done with it.

"Says the aluminum can. You here to fight or run your mouth?" Christina had turned on her heel to bite back at the one who had just entered. Walking closer until they could see each other clearly as Chris put her hands on her hips and stared up at the being.

 

[Lirka Ka]

If there was one thing Lirka loved to do, it was make a scene. For someone that had once, quite a long time ago, been trained as an assassin - she sure didn’t know how to actually keep quiet when it came to boosting her comparatively fragile metallic ego.

Though, kicking the Rancor’s nest was something that Lirka could respect at the end of the day. She adored chaos, chaos always meant more violence to be inflicted upon unfortunate souls. With metal claws clasped behind her back as she so often did, Lirka’s head turned to acknowledge the quip from Christina Locke

For a brief moment of confusion, Lirka was fairly certain she seemed a somewhat familiar face - but she quickly brushed it aside. There was fighting to be done.

Lirka took her own steps forward to meet the woman. Looming in her metallic bulk. Her words hummed out, oozing with scorn and mockery.

“This is Duranium. Though…I suppose a yokel like you wouldn’t understand that. Would you?”

Though, soon Lirka’s armored hands were freed from her back and clapped together.

“Though, it seems I have found myself the first challenger! Ah…but how could I forget. A bet.”

From somewhere in her armor, with a flick of her hand a handful of credit chips appeared between her fingers. Not just any credit chips, unmarked credit chips. From beyond the Blackwall, black market gold.

“1,000. A suitable amount, girl?”

Lirka did enjoy tormenting the unfortunate impoverished locals with her ability to “accrue funds” from perhaps less than legal means.

 

[Christina Locke]

//: Lirka Ka //:

Even looming over her small form, Chris never let her eyes leave where she guessed the other's eyes were. Same scornful look as when she'd thrown her own words at the being. Unwavering as she was taunted.

Unimpressed until the unmarked credits appeared.

A faint flicker of greed in her eyes as she pointed to the doorman that was poking his head in.

"Plenty enough. Hey! Bring my fething bike in here. I need that box on the back but the bike is my bet." Christina hollered before turning back to the armored one.

"If your fighting in that, I'll get my tin can out." Walking over to what would be her side of the ring until the crate was delivered and the bike held for the bet.

Taking off the jacket to reveal the bodyglove below it.

Pulling the repurposed cargo loader gear free and placing it on the attachment points. A series of hissing whirs later and the fingers flexed before the arms began to smoothly adjust to her control. Jumping in place to engage the repulsor compensation and shifting into warming up the hydraulics with a couple of surprisingly speedy jabs.

Holding herself in a boxing stance as as the visor slid into place.

"Also, not a yokel. But you are not important enough to know who I am."

 

[Lirka Ka]

Feisty. Lirka respected it, almost. Defiance was the core upon which the Once-Sephi had built herself on , and it seemed to be that Christina Locke possessed in swathes. That quick flash of greed in her eyes, Lirka saw it nigh immediately - the monstrous Kainite knew the look well, for she held it in her own eyes most days. As quickly as the credits appeared, with another flick of her hand they disappeared back into whatever crevice that had popped out of.

Watching the cargo loaded be fitted upon her newest foe, Lirka let out a dry chuckle. Oh how she adored the foolish sometimes.

With a twinge of curiosity, Lirka watched the woman warm up and get her suit into gear. What a crude mockery of a proper power suit, with a growing sadism rising within her chest Lirka began to grow more and more eager to see how this girl acts after she had a metal fist in her jaw. Yet as Lirka was met within another quip about how unimportant she was, Lirka could feel that sadism morphing into anger. After her little bout with Allyson Locke Lirka found herself more and more frustrated with her general nonimportance.

"I think someone who wasn't a yokel would have something better to bet than a piece of junk like that thing."

She made a gesture towards the girl's bike. The more she thought of it...that potential-assassin that Lirka had decided to jump did look a bit similar to this strange newcomer. Though she said nothing about it, not yet. She could pry into unknown variables later, there was fighting to be done now.

Clanking her fists together, Lirka made her way for the arena. Taking a stance of perhaps overconfident swagger, her defense seemed to be all but nonexistent as she planted her feet upon the Duracrete. Locke wouldn't have been able to see it, but a grin had appeared beneath her helm, toothy and wicked.

"Okay, girl. You get one hit for free. Before I take that bike and melt into scrap once I'm done smashing you into the Duracrete."

Oh, she was definitely confident.

 

[Christina Locke]

//: Lirka Ka //:

"If I had cashed in on getting better stuff I wouldn't get to smack you around." Sure she could have gotten something with the face of her sister. Her last name alone might have been enough to make a few heads turn her way. Even allowed her some nicer things in life if she had cashed in on it stupidly.

But that meant exposing herself. And getting the worst kind of attention.

Stars knew there were a few people in the galaxy that had wanted to take a chunk out of her backside just for having the same face as Allyson. Never mind the people with an actual vibroblade to grind if they figured they could use her for leverage against her sister.

If Allyson even remembered her.

"So kind." Slamming the balled fists together with a scowl. The action making the mechanical arms hum as she took large steps forward to get into her rhythm of bobbing and weaving. Body curled tight as her arms were held up to guard her face and body. Depsite her small size, the mechanical arms gave her the coverage she lacked normally.

If she was lucky, and void she hoped she was this time, the knock would be a clean one.

The final few steps between them taken in a leaping strike as the kinetite generator gave what tiny bit of energy it had into the momentum aided punch. A barely there shockwave behind the punch that was aimed for the chin of her opponent.

Trying to collect herself and pull away to bring her guard back up into place.

 

[Lirka Ka]

So it seemed Lirka was dealing with a funny one today. Good. That would make this all the sweeter. With a smirk beneath her helm Lirka let her words ooze with dismissiveness.

"Somehow, I doubt that very very much."

Perhaps, in some ways, Christina Locke was lucky that the name Locke meant remarkably little to Lirka beyond a perhaps unfortunate exchange with a quote-unquote "coworker". It was the boon of being one of the odd creatures in the orbit of the Sith, and being stranded for so many years - there were quite a few important names in this Galaxy that Lirka knew just about nothing about.

Like a stoic sentinel, Lirka stood in waiting for the blow to land. Gauging what to expect from this newest of strangers - though in no small part a simple method to feed her own masochism and get the blood pumping for when she got the chance to let out her frustrations from her last bout onto another Locke.

With a clang of metal on metal, Locke's fist collided with Lirka's helmet. The Once-Sephi's head staggered some from the impact, the mechanical clacking of compensators to keep her steady after the blow. It was a nice hit, Lirka could feel the foul chemical taste of her blood in her mouth. A normal person should have been down for the count there and then, collapsing to the floor with at least something broken - but Lirka was far from normal.

"My turn."

There was a sickly glee behind the words - Lirka hadn't asked the rules of their little brawls, for she ultimately didn't care. At her core, Lirka was a gladiator, a street fighter, a scrapping violent thing born of the Galaxy's grim underworld: it was a perfect explanation for why after Christina's blow, Lirka responded with a whirr of servos as one of her thick metallic legs shot out to swing her full mechanized force right into the Corellian's own leg.

 

[Christina Locke]

//: Lirka Ka //:

A smile plastered her face at the sound of metal clanging against metal. Feeling all too pleased with herself after knowing she had made solid contact.

Quickly erased when the behemoth spoke with malicious glee. Cold lightning zipping across her skin as something unfamiliar settled in her gut. Every muscle tensing at the familiar sound of servo's whining. Balling herself up tight trying to anticipate the counter as a leg shot out to meet hers. Surprising her as the metal made contact and swept her legs back and out.

Something about it felt... wrong as the world spun.

Metal gouging the floor as she tried to orient herself from the spin she'd just been made to do. Swearing she was feeling vertigo despite being flat on her face.

"You hit. Like a run-Away. Cargo freighter." Words spat out in surprise as she gasped for air. The hydraulic arms whined as she pushed upright. "The feth do they feed you?"

Ignoring the spreading burn of pain in her knee as she slowly stood upright again.

Fear was the feeling that had settled in her stomach. Eyes fixated on the unforgiving visor that seemed ever more the looming mountain. But fear hadn't helped her make a life with her own two hands. Fear hadn't fed her when others had turned her away.

Each step forward brought a grunt of pain as her face turned red with effort.

"That it?" Visibly trembling as she squared up again. Eyes burning now with hatred for this immovable object before her.

 

[Lirka Ka]

At her core, Lirka was a bully. She loved nothing more than to torment anyone and everyone she deemed weaker than herself. Wearing a powersuit constantly certainly helped with making sure everything stayed as uneven as she wanted. Who in their right mind ever fought fair, after all

Something chortled out of her helmet, perhaps a mocking laugh as Christina Locke hit the floor. The surprise in the girl’s words made this all the sweeter. Lirka responded, halfway joking, halfway serious.

“Yokels who think they’re funny.”

Lirka very much did eat people as her only real food beyond nutrient slurry, the only lie was that she’d never debase herself enough to consume someone like a Locke. At this point, Lirka was thinking she might have rather starved.

Fear, Lirka could taste it in the air. Sweet, delicious, fear. But all the same, she saw the determination of scum. Of those creatures who had scraped their lives in hardship and suffering: to some extent, she saw herself. And every cruelty Lirka had inflicted upon the Galaxy felt justified once more in her twisted mind.

“Oh, of course not.”

Lirka matched the hatred in the girl’s eye with the fury of her mechanisms, she was striking in a moment: for a brute, Lirka moved faster than she probably should have. A metal fist swung at the girl’s head, wasting little time to close the gap and bring her other fist down in an attempt to slam the woman in her gut. Lirka’s motions propelled by a seasoned fighter’s sadism: she was trying to make this hurt, and make it last.

 

[Christina Locke]

//: Lirka Ka //:

The crowd was eating up the energy of the beat down. Sharp whistles and excitedly hollered words egging both of them on despite the obvious mismatch in skill. They wanted more blood, and so far their own collective sadism wasn't quite pleased with what they'd been given. Her arms had been ready to block despite the first hit dulling her reaction time.

The glancing strike to her head a left a ringing in her ears as the next punch landed squarely in her unguarded gut.

A cheer erupting as she was lifted off her feet with the strike and stumbled once, twice as she dropped off of her bad leg. A crunch signaling she wasn't going to standing on it for a while as she propped herself up with an arm. Trying to stand still as she sneered up at Lirka through the cracked visor.

Determination replaced by an unwillingness to back down as her arm rose again to defend herself.

"Come on then." Adrenaline unable to keep her from shaking now as she wobbled on her good leg. Unable to keep weight on the knee that crunched even with the idea of a step.

A roar from the crowd as laughter filtered through the cheering at the audacity of the little fighter.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Lirka felt like a girl again. It was the rare nostalgia that these vestiges of arena offered up to her, it was just perhaps a shame that Lirka’s warm and fuzzy nostalgia was at the cost of @Christina Locke’s well being.

The cheering of the crowd compelled the monstrous woman forward, they demanded blood and she would give them plenty. Yet, Lirka had remind herself she did actually have a reason to be here other than beating up a yokel and earning the praise of peons.

Watching as Christina Locke rose back up in pure defiance to Lirka’s might brought a wicked smile to the Once-Sephi. An impressive thing, a useful thing. She did not know it yet, but it was defiance that earned the unfortunate interest of the monstrous Kainite before her.

“Gladly.”

Noting her shakiness, Lirka did the only thing that seemed sensible and rushed forward with a like a bull - arms spread wide in an attempt tackle Locke and send the two of them tumbling down to the duracrete floor. Let the girl be crushed under her bulk and see if reason would take over, still, Lirka let stern words rumble out of her helm as she charged forward.

“Yield, or die.”

Admittedly, she was plenty pleased for it to go either way. While Lirka’s incessant hunger for information had compelled her to this little fighting pit - she had also been insulted, and beating someone into a bloody pulp served as a plenty good reminder of what happened when you insulted one of the Sith’s minions.

 

[Christina Locke]

//: Lirka Ka //:

She was standing. Barely. But she was standing. Defiance was the only true value she had ever earned for herself. Defiance was what let her live in something more than squalor. Defiance had kept her alive.

Defiance was the expected thing to get her killed someday.

If not today as the giant came charging at her with arms spread wide to remove any escape. Not that she could run. Instead trying to throw one final uppercut as the behemoth bowled her over and threw her to the ground. Arm pressed against her chest as she wheezed with all the air leaving her.

Head bouncing inside her helmet as she blinked away the darkness that tried to take her sight. Pushed the stars from her eyes as the voice gave her an ultimatum.

Tried to hold on as weight pressed her down into the ground. Pinning her arms and leaving her helpless as the ground began to press into her back. A pained wheeze of words spat at the behemoth.

"Feth. You."

 

[Lirka Ka]

Defy, or die. It was the creed by which Lirka lived, constant defiance propelled her to savagery, to barbarism against the laws of the Empire and nature itself. Prideful defiance that fed into Lirka's misplaced narcissism and her grand ambitions to survive till the End-of-All-Days. But today, she would have to be content battering Christina Locke

Lirka felt the fist land into her chin, but it slowed her little. The growing well of foul blood in her mouth only gave the Once-Sephi further motivation to fight - to smother the poor Locke under plundered Beskar and sculpted Duranium. Lirka leaned down, the cold expression of her mask looming closer and closer to the Corellian's face - there was a chemical stench to her, the repugnant smell of the ichor that Lirka called blood.

Locke did not see it, but her insult made the monster grin wide. She let the two sit there for a moment, Lirka's crushing presence weighing heavier and heavier before she spoke hushed words, for only the two of them.

"You'll need better insults than that - rat. I am Lirka Ka, Lash of the Kainate, Slavemaster General, servant of the Ministry of Order and Administer of Incarcerations. And I do not tolerate unknown variables like yourself."

She leaned even closer, the metal of her helmet pressing against the other woman's - there was the ever so slight hint of madness behind Lirka's words, but with it came a cruel ambition, a desire to know all things that she could.

"Yield, and I shall see if you are useful. Because I won't kill you, rat. No, that would be too easy: that accomplishes nothing. You're a criminal, you see? A crook that seeks to see this Empire destroyed in your greed, I can send you away to the Malsheem, to Anoth, to a dozen other labor camps where you will become nothing but another lost soul - toiling away till your fingers fall off."

Glee slowly oozed from her words as she considered all the sadistic prospects before her, Lirka Ka was a beacon of suffering. And she intended to share that suffering with as many unfortunate souls as possible.

 

[Christina Locke]

//: Lirka Ka //:

She struggled beneath the great weight that pinned her down. Threatening to crush her for no better reason than to simply remove her presence. To erase her without a thought to the things she had accomplished with her own hands.

The crowd egging Lirka on to finish her. To drag it out. To satisfy their own bloodlust. The sounds mixing together in the daze that settled over her thoughts.

It wasn't a simple fear that now made her quake beneath Lirka.

Taken back to Corellia. To Naboo. To times she hadn't managed on her own. In over her head. Too weak to stand like those around her.

Both times trying to survive on her own. To live despite everything. Yet being made aware of how little her life mattered in the grand scheme of things. Lirka had dredged up memories that took the fight from her limbs as her anger snuffed itself out and was replaced with fevered desperation.

Would she yield to live? Or let her pride wipe her from existence?

Lirka spoke.

Words unmistakable as their helmets clacked together. Staring at the etched lines of the visor while struggling to breath. To process everything. The simple fear in her fueled by memories of fire and ash.

When cries for help had been missed by the one person she had needed.

"I-"

Yielding didn't feel like the right answer. Felt as though it was a loss that she would never turn around from. But was it better than dying in some warehouse? Certainly. She would be useful to someone. For a while. Could grow. Get better.

Stronger.

So she could fight the monster that made this ultimatum in the future. Survive. She needed to survive.

Survive.

"Yield." The words a breathless wheeze as she kept herself from panicking. Kept her emotions in check with how her body was fighting against her mind.

 

[Lirka Ka]

For a moment ever so brief, Lirka stayed there: taunting the prospect that even in submission she would still crush the life out of Christina Locke

But it was just a moment.

Rising to her feet, fist pumped to the air to show victory. Lirka exalted in the cheering of a crowd once more, even if it was a smaller one than she had been used to in the past, and with company infinitely less desirable. Yet perhaps in an odd twist of fate, a clawed gauntlet reached down to offer help to her foe.

In her hand, appearing from nowhere, unmarked credits. A bribe? Or a motivator: it was difficult to tell what the Once-Sephi had brewing in her many machinations. With the perhaps undeserved reward came a simple question that oozed the wickedness that Lirka desired to bring into this Galaxy. A brief insight into just how her twisted mind operated.

“No witnesses?”

Lirka understood pride well, and in her long years she had learned if no one was left to share the tales of wounded pride…well then could it ever really count as wounded in the first place?

 

[Christina Locke]

//: Lirka Ka //:

Even with her yielding, it seemed to be her time as Lirka continued to crush her. That brief moment of time spent cursing her luck before the behemoth stood. Enjoying their triumph as Chris took her first full gasp of air. Staring up at the armored figure of Lirka before they offered a hand down to her.

The gesture stung a little despite knowing she had been at a severe disadvantage as she was helped to her feet.

The loader gear shed to help keep from no doubt making her knee worse as adrenaline began to wear off.

Keeping off the left leg with a slight hop as the flash of those credits smoothed over those feelings. Just a little before the question reached her ears. Hand caught reaching as she processed the words.

Blinking as she looked around.

With how Lirka had appeared and handled things, the question of capability wasn't what stuck in her mind. Unwilling at first to answer until one being caught her attention in the crowd. Mimicking her limp before turning to those around them and laughing.

"No witnesses." She hissed, leaning hard on her right leg while looking up to Lirka. "They want blood after all."

 

[Lirka Ka]

Jutrand disgusted her, ultimately. All of these worlds overloaded with irrelevant life did, the fight had been a quaint little distraction before being reminded of the rodents that surrounded the two of them - irrelevant, squabbling, petty creatures that had only lived in the miserable poverty and boundless hate of the Order. Their lives measured in droplets compared to Lirka's long tenure stalking the Galaxy.

By all metrics, Christina Locke fell right into that same category of scorn. She was lucky that Lirka enjoyed criminals, and those feisty, defiant souls that scraped for their lives. Potentially useful variables.

Lirka watched the credits disappear from her hand, oh how she adored greed. And Locke's hissing words were met with a satisfied hum from the monstrous woman - the crowd were going to die regardless, but getting the right response from her quarry told Lirka she just might have made the right choice today.

"Yes...they do."

The room exploded into violence in a flash, with the sound of the weapon unfurling her machete flew to her hand and ignited in roaring electro-plasma filament; not even a minute after, the first head hit the floor. Lirka was a torrent of violence, a dancer that swept through the crowd without mercy or care. As though she was just picking up trash. In her offhand, an electro-whip appeared and crackled to life - lashing out around another unfortunate soul's neck. Their convulsing figure brought to the duracrete with a snap.

It did not take a genius to know, she had been holding back in their fight. And now the violence that welled within her black hearts had been unleashed at Locke's "request". As quickly as the killing had begun, it seemed to have ended - for Lirka's mighty blade now swept as a questioning finger, pointed towards Chris: a reminder that at any moment, she could bring it through her. And Lirka asked the ever pertinent question when dealing with those who had slipped through the cracks.

"Now, girl. Who are you?"