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Warriors' Off-time [CIS]

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Golbah City......
Lirka had been to the place before, it had rubbed her wrong: reminding her far too much of Nar Shadda or one of those other overindustrilized waste-bins of the Galaxy. Where all the trash came to go and play together with knives and blasters while hiring out bigger trash (like herself during her mercenary days) to take care of the ones with scarier guns and knives. A cycle that could drive her mad just by thinking about it.
But things were different now.
She was a “Confederate Gal’” you could call it, signing herself up for the Iron Crusade she was now a Military Commander, she was running her own small army now. It made her laugh, almost at least. Golbah city was not just another trash-heap she’d run away from this time, not for a decade or two she hoped. Already putting herself on the line for the CIS multiple times had really given her that sense of loyalty some smelly and greasy crime-boss tossing her some credits never could.
That loyalty was why she was here now even, back from risking her life for the CIS another time over. Her armor had been beaten up again, the heavy repairs that had been needed after almost dying on Kamino had ruined much of the finer intricacies within the armor. For no matter how far a Sephi was from home, no matter what path they took, one thing always called to them: the arts.
Her armor was art, even if it was hard to tell that sometimes. And such need for art had taken her to digging around Golbah city for somewhere she could sit down among other folk like herself: going around the risking their lives in the many conquests (she refused to call them anything else) of the Confederacy, the military folk like herself. The “proper” members of the Confederacy (for Lirka’s own views always had become so shrouded by raw violence) She had no interest in interacting with rabble today. And such art needed to be mended.
Finding herself something to sit down on, she had snagged herself a fusion cutter with some fancy words and muscle. A bit blunt, but she turned it down to incredibly low power and went to work, small carvings being placed onto her breastplate which now rested down on her legs. That ever rare sight of Lirka without being clad head to toe in her genderless plates, even her helmet now rested off to one side.
For those making their way through the base they were given both the unknowingly rare sight of Lirka in such a form, hunched over her armor. But also that even pleasant sound of industrial tools going to work, and even more pleasant the smell of a fusion cutter making it’s way through metal.
 
Kurenai was always one for constant maintenance, half out of habit, half out of need, her worn mercenary armor though being a part of her was not the most up to scrap when compared to the high tech stalker outfit that Obsidian knights where provided. Many had suggested she just retire of old set of Operator class merc armor and wear the new suit, which she did do from time to time, but with all the modification she had made to her current attire along with the times it had saved her ass just handing it up seemed wrong. Besides, not like she was expected to fight force users anytime soon, so in her mind having a more, balanced set of combat fatigues was more appropriate then some sort of. Over all until something drastically happened to put the old armor out of use, or if their types of opponents changed to make is less useful, nothing was going to change her current dress code.

As of with moment the veteran solider was making her way through base, armor slung over her should, donned in a simple sport bra and spats, entering the workshop to take care of the regular maintenance. Upon entering the are though the sound of a fusion cutting being used, Kurena's eyes falling upon a an unfamiliar blue/purple woman. Said woman seeming to be at work decorating her own set of armor... reminded her of some mando's but judging from the person skin there were most likely not a mando, well not a biological. With how easy the ME accepted people into their culture and families the woman could very well be a mando, though she'd refrain for making any assumptions for the moment. She gave a light shrug before sitting down a few meters away, going to work on her own outfit, fixing up any dents, scratches and any holes in the fabric.

[member="Lirka Ka"]
 
Lirka alternated between two forms of clothing: her armor, or the undersuit for her armor. Currently she was wearing the latter of the two, well, at least for the parts of her that were exposed now. Never actually removing the full suit as she made her way along it’s surface with her machine, adding many a small and curving line and some of rune like design.

A grunt of greeting came to the woman, about as nice of one Lirka would give in her current situation. So horribly focused on the task at hand, for good reason: no need to get distracted and mess it up.

[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
 
Kurenai raised her head, cocking an eye brow at the woman's grunt of a greeting, her reaction not coming forth from any rudeness on their part but more due to them actually diverting attention away from the current task. Force knows if the roles were reversed she'd not have done the same unless approached. Regardless it was a thoughtful notion on her part, Kurenai responding with a short 'good day' while going about her armor repair, not bothered with conversing at the moment, that would be something she'd leave to the other occupant to start if they so wish, if not then the two would just go about their tasks like usual.

[member="Lirka Ka"]
 
Lirka barely looked at her, so engrossed in her carving away in the breastplate. Lines and curves forming together, but each one incredibly small and barely visible unless one was truly looking for them: they were not to impress some poor foe she was about to cleave in two with her Klaive: no, it was for herself and to calm her own mind. A compulsion even, culture was still drilled into her head regardless of how long she had been away from Thustra.

This was not to say she was unaware of her surroundings, no she was superbly aware of them. Little tricks she picked up in her long careers among the Underworld trash: she was able to pick out small bits of the woman before her as well. Old, Lirka was from a long-lived race as well and could recognize the look about anywhere.

"How old?"

She didn't even really look up from her work to ask the question.

[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
 
Kurenai shuddered a small amount at those words, stopping her work for a second, looking over at the other woman as they carried on with their work as normal. She had honestly wanted to keep that part of her life a secret for as long as possible, but sooner or later someone was going to see through her arrogant nature a realize it was due to her being a 'been there done that' person and not simply and ass hole. Giving a small sigh she went back to work, letting the chips fall were they may.

"885... yourself"?

It was not hard to tell the other occupant was decently aged herself, her casual expression about age, tone, body movement, the armor she wore and it's many markings.

[member="Lirka Ka"]
 
"Only middle age, I'm guessing?"

It was a rough chuckle that came from her mouth, Lirka's voice was heavily accented and any of those more galaxy-minded individuals would know it's dialect of being particularly from the nobility of Thustra itself. Well, the defunct nobility of Thustra now. She was remarkably more friendly than usual and could actually laugh at her being the kid for once in a conversation.

"127. Young enough for a Sephi."

It was true, she was far from that old. Barely over a 1/4th through her expected life-span of 400-500 years, nothing in comparison to the energy vampire but it was something in Lirka's eyes. And with half an honor it seemed she actually went away from her work to talk, or she was simply letting the device rest after she finished another bit of the carving in her armor: humorously enough it was half invisible without looking closely.

[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
 
"Just a child, still have a long way to go".

Another 800 years or so from what she knew, for a vampire 100 years was akin to 1 human year, in a sense she was only 8, her mother 30, her grand mother 40 and great grandmother 55. In addition her kind also matured much slower to others to some extent, her mother and older relatives being much more refined, understanding, less arrogant and wise.

"young enough, so teenager I am guessing".

Or at least young 20s, still she seemed rather affluent in her tone of voice, though perhaps that may just be personal upbringing and not so much age or race.

"Never met a Sephi before... well not one that I remember, could have perhaps seen one and not known about it".

[member="Lirka Ka"]
 
She could’ve laughed at that, oh the strange Galaxy and all the things it throws at you. Her amusement showed across her face but not much else, she was a stern woman even in such a basic and almost friendly environment like this.

“Ha! I wish. No, I’m a proper woman now. A good fourth of the way through.”

20s wasn’t a horribly off, she was closer to thirty thinking in those boring and generic human terms. Lirka just hadn’t shaken her accent, despite being so much of an Underworld girl. Ironically enough her noble accent was occasionally accompanied by Underworld slang, she was a dung enough woman to consider; or intimidating to the lesser folk of the Galaxy.

“Just gotta look for the ears.”

She made a slight motion to her ears, each one quite pointed. Sephi were more or less the ground zero of that evolutionary trait.

[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
 
Kurenai did not really react much to the woman change in expression, though did take not of her more or less admittance on being a mature woman. "So, a forth of the way through, guess your kind lives to around 500 or so years"? In her mind still not a very long life span but never the least she was a person to relate with who wouldn't be turning into dust in the next 60 years or so.

Focusing back on the task she finished up the general repairs on the armor, slipping the heavy armor around her body, moving around a little to feel how things were. A little stiffer then usual nothing that wounldn't stretch out over time, not that she was one to use acrobatics much, the tanky juggernaut was more to her liking.

"Can't always see the ears, besides quite a few races with similar feature if you don't mind me saying... those help you hear better or just how they developed over time"?

[member="Lirka Ka"]
 
Lirka just seemed happy to talk, she didn’t get to do that much. And she had half a desire to become less of the mobile armored killing machine and just a person, so it worked out that the Vampire appeared.

“If things go well I’ll live to probably a nice 500 year old hag.”

Jokes, a good few of those were being tossed around. She just felt comfortable in the CIS, something she hadn’t felt for a long time. Just about never when dealing with the Underworld, to no surprise.

“Hell if I know, they’re pointy and some folk like them. Those shiny science type say we were the first with them.”

[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
 
"Hmm getting old, to be honest I'll probably die in some spectacular explosion before getting to the age were moving around will be hard", well technically she had already been in a few, several time having faked her death to keep the whole almost immortal thing secret. Though if by some chance she did reach the age of grey hair and sore bones her family was always around to keep care.

"I am not really one for science, perhaps you should ask my mother, she is the type of women who is really into that sort of stuff, old races and civilizations". Only problem being were the woman now lived, both having being out of contact for quite some time. "I never got your name, I'm Kurenai Yumi, former Dominus of the pathfinders, may I get yours"?

[member="Lirka Ka"]
 
“Bout’ the same. Things go wrong in this work.”

Lirka had almost died a few times while working with the Confederacy, but none had put her down just yet. Got close when fighting on Kamino, but not close enough.

“I haven’t had to care about the science stuff since I was a kid. Lirka Ka.”

Even if she was being more friendly the Sephi was always going to be blunt.

[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
 
"Things go wrong in life, these days you could be a simple farmer, then next minute you on the end of a orbital bombardment or ship crash", it may actually be safer as a solider, at least then you are careful and vigilant.

"You talking about school with the whole science stuff? or were your tutored"? force know she had neither, perhaps university was still an option? "Anyways it is nice to meet you Ka-sama, perhaps we will meet on the battlefield in the near future... actually maybe not on the battlefield, give me 5 months or so before I am back their".

[member="Lirka Ka"]
 
"Or pull an unlucky card and get blasted in the face with a shiny blaster."

Lirka always assumed that was how she'd die, in glorious combat. Already had she danced with death while fighting on Kamino, within an inch of her life: but had left a trail of bodies regardless before passing out and letting the Confederacy fix her up...maybe that was where this newfound loyalty came from. A simple devotion, a debt that needs to be paid.

"Tutored."

Lirka was never horribly upfront about her upbringing in the monarchy, but she was always more than willing to leave the clues for anyone else to pick up on if they so pleased. Of course, there was the more pressing thing of: what the hell was a Sama?

"Just Ka."

[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
 
"A never ending list of stupid ways to die in this world without even picking up a weapon", just like all those people on Alderan 800 years ago, never knew what was coming. She was glad in some way that her life was one filled with war, there being many situations in her life that combat experienced had proved most vital, and now apart of the CIS her skills just kept improving.

As they continued to talk if became quite apparent [member="Lirka Ka"] liked her short one sentence responses, didn't seem the type to talk more then needed, something she could relate with even more. "Just K? what do yo- oh sorry sorry, sama is a honorific that one uses in a polite way mainly when referring to someone on higher stature or position, kind of like a Sir or Miss if you understand those".
 
Lirka didn't continue on the matter of there being so many ways to die now, she didn't care much about it either: it was the Galaxy she was used to and had known after breaking out from that old sheltered life as the tiny little princess she had been all those years prior. The usual good nonsense, the Underworld was full of the dead, the dying, and those marked for death. Death was simply common currency down there.

Lirka wasn't horribly talkative, no. The trait had arisen from working in the Underworld, a byproduct of her older days as a mercenary: words were meaningless compared to credits back then: of course she was also totally sober right now, the trait commonly disappeared once that lovely stuff started flowing through her.

The whole sama description made the Sephi snort in amusement, but she said nothing else on the matter. Obviously, those were't the words for her.

[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
 
She'd have to get out of the habit of using those when around CIS members, her recent LOA making her forget that most people had very little knowledge about Atrisia. The short snort from the woman all she received, their conversation seeming to come to a sudden stop, Kurenai not sure how to continue it, not that there seemed to be much to talk about. "Well, it was nice meeting you Ka, perhaps we may be paired together for a mission, I often get a little frustrated with the younger types among their order and their naive nature and unrefined combat tactics". It was like the basic training regime was all run in guns blazing or going solo and attempting to do everything by oneself without any help or fall back plan.

[member="Lirka Ka"]
 
“Aye.”

And with that she returned back into her own little world, not saying much else on the matter. Reattaching her breastplate with a hiss more cake off to be re-engraved and worked, such was the tools of a particularly violent artist. It wouldn’t take much more than a month till she’d have to do it all over again.

[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
 

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