Really edgy
Lirka turned her head back and forth a few times, and the sigh of disappointment was thankfully masked by her helm. That blazing inferno of patriotism had sadly died under the relentless storm of having to listen to the sort of stupidity that made Lirka wish she was deaf: Gods above had she just wished it had been a message, an edict, something less...loud. And with a rarely found embarrassment she took her seat once again, awkwardly resting her blade across her legs: at least, tried to make it rest the best that it's moronically long size allowed. Had she been a different woman, the helmet likely would've come off so she could rub her head and get rid of this growing headache.
But alas, appearances needed to be maintained. So she suffered in silence, but allowed one little chink within the violent and awful "persona" she maintained: silently, trying to let loose her voice nearly unaltered to Aerarii Tithe , it was time for Lirka to be at least the tiniest bit humble.
"I apologize for my previous doubts of your ability in the wake of defeat, come to Fortress Imperious when you have time: I shall give you a reward for not making me want to remove my ears."
Her opinions on the rest of the matters here were already known, it was nothing short of black-heart brutality. But now? Now she would rather just bow her head and follow the plan, some things in this Galaxy, and this seemed to have become one of them: political bickering without smashing heads was a torture worse than anything she could create.
But alas, appearances needed to be maintained. So she suffered in silence, but allowed one little chink within the violent and awful "persona" she maintained: silently, trying to let loose her voice nearly unaltered to Aerarii Tithe , it was time for Lirka to be at least the tiniest bit humble.
"I apologize for my previous doubts of your ability in the wake of defeat, come to Fortress Imperious when you have time: I shall give you a reward for not making me want to remove my ears."
Her opinions on the rest of the matters here were already known, it was nothing short of black-heart brutality. But now? Now she would rather just bow her head and follow the plan, some things in this Galaxy, and this seemed to have become one of them: political bickering without smashing heads was a torture worse than anything she could create.