Private A Ghost Ship Returned

[Lirka Ka]

Normally, such a strike would have been nigh catastrophic: the Kainite may have blessed her suit with many an upgrade, but an overcharge was always a frightening thought. But, there was little to fry today. Thankfully, the hunk of metal plundered from who knows how many worlds would find life once again in its greatest weakness. Systems began to whir, locks clicking into place, emerald light shone from the eye lenses once more. And when Lirka spoke again, it was in the distinct mechanical distortion of the norm.

With electricity still coursing through her body, conducted by the metal plates, Lirka felt the raw exultation of agony. For as much as she was a merciless sadist, Lirka was almost equally a masochist. A reminder that she still drew breath, letting out a mechanical huff of exertion from the ordeal. Lirka shook out her limbs, finally feeling whole again.

“Many thanks to you, Captain Tesar. The trinkets formerly on my person are yours to do with as you see fit. I’m sure they’ll fetch plenty of credits to give you proper bonus for your fine work today.”

She made a gesture to the pile of gems and jewelry now thrown to the floor. Many of them could have been a prized possession, but to Lirka? They were little more than trash now. Quickly, she turned fully to the matter at hand.

“Now, the matter at hand. What is your plan for rescuing us? Shall I make preparations for tow back to the Empire, or shall I begin for total offload before we scuttle this vessel.”

Rather casual about the whole prospect, Lirka moved to a terminal. Her metal claws clicking away rapidly at buttons as holograms burst into life. She wouldn’t draw intentional attention to her work if she could avoid it, but as information sprawled in front of her at breakneck speeds it didn’t take a genius to know what she was doing: downloading research.

Trayze Tesar

 

[Trayze Tesar]

CURRENT MISSION - SOS, Save Our Slaves
Immediate Goals -
1: Investigate the Shackles of Ambition
1.1: Rescue any and all slaves aboard
2: Assist General Ka (Optional)

BLUFOR - Lirka Ka (Reluctantly)

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Lirka Ka

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"That entirely depends on the state of the Shackles." Trayze elaborated, leaning against the wall, his eyes idly scanning the data being extracted and downloaded. What nefarious content could it contain? The captain's log? What terrible tortures and information gleaned from the processes? Whatever it was, Trayze couldn't begin to imagine...

"We're going to extract as much as we can - the Shackles is in a sorry state, and whether she can survive the sublight shunt or if we are to forsake her, remains to be seen." the Kiffar regarded the pile of baubles offered, and he resisted the urge to snark on how "bribing an officer of the Law is an offense", there were duties to do and lives to save.

"For now, we will have to go into the depths, if you require medical assistance, that is the highest priority." Trayze exhaled. "If not, I would be... delighted to see what you've done." he concluded with saccharine politeness that the General expected from their subordinates.

 

[Lirka Ka]

“A miserable and pathetic state, as you have likely seen.”

Lirka stated matter-a-factly, lenses still glued on her data: it was a slurry of information, astrological data, pockets of reports about the strange oddities of the Galaxy like Star-Weirds and Charon, every little bit and piece about the odd concept of Otherspace. Of course, there was a fine mixture of other unpleasantness. Ways to maximize laborer effectiveness, new methods of harvesting bits and pieces of people to feed her incessant need to replacement parts, ways to cyber-ify unwilling participants into disposal soldiers.

Usual Kainite business.

Finally, the light of the terminal died and Lirka pulled out the datachip: pocketing it away into some compartment of her armor. Giving the thing one solid punch to shatter its workings before turning to address Trayze Tesar

“Then let us extract. Your care for my continued well-being and health is greatly appreciated, Captain Tesar, but it will take more than a few electrical burns to slow me down.”

Taunting as ever. And not entirely trustworthy of her savior still, as if Lirka would ever truly trust a Sith, she left the last bit as a reminder for if he actually did try and send her to the Netherworld. All it took was a bit of proper armor to give a confidence booth.

“We shall brave the depths of this vessel, but you will have to be more specific my dear Captain. I have done many things, my haul of plunder? Lord Carnifex’s laborers? Or the battle scars of our voyage?”

All it took was the briefest mentions of Lirka’s “accomplishments” to get her ego flowing like a raging waterfall again.