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Private Cooking with Strength: Katastic Cooking Stream



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TAG: Lirka Ka Lirka Ka
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Nova Ka leaned against the counter, arms crossed, staring at the empty doorway with the impatience of a predator kept from its hunt. The raw shaak steaks sat before her, uncut. The pan sizzled, waiting. The holocam was live.

And her mother was late.

Chat was already going wild.

[KaBeWithYou]: Lirka's making a dramatic entrance, I can feel it.
[VibroGoth420]: She's probably staring at Nova from the shadows, judging her existence.
[MeatIsWeak]: Nova just cook without her. Show dominance.
[AbsolutelyNotARepublicSpy]: Bet she has a whole speech prepared before she even picks up a knife.

Nova sighed loudly, glancing at the camera. "She's making me wait on purpose, you know that, right?"

More messages flooded in.

[DarthSpatula]: This is a power move.
[StabbyMcSith]: Patience is a virtue, young Ka.
[BurntToastJedi]: I'd be worried if I were you. That means she's going to make you work harder.

Nova groaned and pushed off the counter. "Fine. We're starting without her. I'm not just gonna stand here like an idiot."

She grabbed the slab of shaak meat and dramatically unsheathed her knife. The moment the blade hit the cutting board, a new comment appeared:

[KaMommyIssues]: RIP Nova. You're dead the second she walks in.

Nova hesitated.

Slowly, she glanced at the doorway again. No sign of her mother.

"...She wouldn't kill me on stream," She said, less confidently than she liked.

[VibroGoth420]: Wanna bet?

Nova huffed and went back to work. If Lirka wanted her to wait, she'd have to accept the fact that Nova would not be sitting around doing nothing. She lifted the knife, carefully aligning her first cut—

A shadow loomed in the doorway.

Nova froze mid-slice. The chat exploded.

[MeatIsWeak]: SHE'S HERE.
[AbsolutelyNotARepublicSpy]: The executioner arrives.
[MommyKa]: You are already dead.


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It was an unfortunate thing really that Lirka almost exclusively worked on her own schedule at all times. Yet, she had made Nova Ka Nova Ka a promise and Lirka was intent to keep: she knew it was time to do what she could to keep her spawn appeased and useful for whatever grim desires Lirka had cooking up in her wretched little brain.

Perhaps this was some sort of grand irony, a ploy for Nova to get a comeuppance against her creator: Lirka didn't really know how to cook. Something you didn't particularly have a lot of time for when committing crimes-against-life across the Galaxy in the name of Primordial Darkness and the Sith. Lirka subsisted all but entirely on ration bars, nutrient slurries, and the occasional unfortunate, living, person. Not even accounting for Lirka's rather deep lack of...understanding...for this whole obsession with the Holonet and the strange little creatures across the Galaxy that watched her antrics.

Why were they watching and not doing it themselves?

Greatly puzzling. Aberration in mental development, Lirka had chocked it down to. But, Lirka would put on the face of the good caring mother and keep her spawn all warm and content - and do her best to deal with the bizarre yokels that she considered "friends". She waited for a time, listening in to the words out of Nova Ka's mouth with curiosity.

She was forcing her to wait some, her last lecture had all been about patience after all: something the young Ka evidently still needed lessons in. They were Sephi, or at least Once-Sephi, their lives were a long thing. A few minutes meant nothing in the grand scheme of prolonged existence. She pondered for a moment, would she actually strike the girl down in front of her "stream"?

Lirka wasn't entirely confident. She appreciated the fear, but she hadn't taken the chance to kill Nova when the girl was attempting to rip Lirka's throat out...

And from the looming shadow in the doorway, appeared Lirka Ka: the heavy steps of her power suit echoing out on the floors as she moved to approach her daughter. The vague vestiges of some sort of battle on her armored plates, evidently the Once-Sephi had been keeping herself busy. Finally, she reached the assorted ingredients and the like set out by her spawn: and finally appeared in camera view. Eye-lenses focusing in on the girl, and how she evidently had been planning on beginning without her.

"Evidently, you were eager to begin."

She moved to get into position, pushing down that hint of awkward dread that came with entering into the maelstrom of doing something she had absolutely no clue how to do.
 


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TAG: Lirka Ka Lirka Ka
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Nova sighed dramatically, leaning against the counter as she turned to face her creator. "Oh, yeah. Very eager," She said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Figured if I waited any longer, the food would start rotting."

The chat, of course, was eating this up.

[KaBeWithYou]: The boss has entered the arena.
[VibroGoth420]: Lirka Ka in the kitchen? Oh, this I gotta see.
[MeatIsWeak]: Someone take bets. How long before Nova regrets this?
[AbsolutelyNotARepublicSpy]: She's gonna kill that steak like it owes her credits.

Nova turned slightly, eyeing Lirka's full armor with an arched brow. "You do know you can't just stab the ingredients and call it cooking, right?" A pause. "Unless this is some kind of primitive Sephi blood-ritual meal. In which case, sure, fine. I'll get the ceremonial knife."

She grabbed a knife from the counter and held it up with mock reverence, deadpan expression intact.

Chat exploded.

[DarthSpatula]: Oh, Nova is feeling bold today.
[StabbyMcSith]: "Primitive Sephi blood-ritual meal" WHY IS THAT SO SPECIFIC
[MommyKa]: Nova is one sarcastic remark away from getting pile-driven through the counter.

Nova, of course, kept her grin. "So, Mother. Are you are you ready to cook?"

Chat only poured it on.

[KaBeWithYou]: Nova's already fed up lmfao
[MeatIsWeak]: Lirka's about to make "battle stew" and it's just protein rations dissolved in hot water
[DarthSpatula]: Someone tell Lirka food can taste like things

Nova smiled and tilted her head towards her mother, and away from the constant flow of chat comments.

"…Mother, do you at least know how to cook ?”

Nova herself had learned to cook, she hunted and learned how to do so herself. Perhaps she wasn’t the best, but, she at least knew how to do so.

Yet, in spite of all of the knowledge she had garnered from Lirka, cooking was one skill she could not recall obtaining.

It was a fair question.
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Trayze Tesar

Well-Known Member
CURRENT MISSION - Cooking With Ka-Lamity
Immediate Goals -
1: Observe the activities of the Ka "family"

BLUFOR - Allies Unknown

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Lirka Ka Lirka Ka || Nova Ka Nova Ka || OPEN FREQUENCY

Somewhere on Besberra, in an unremarkable homestead that plied the trade of bantha herding and a newly earned tea-plantation, several Kiffar and half-Kiffar crowded around the holocam. It was improper for the one who was the primary viewer of the contents to "bring work home", but after the debacle that had happened earlier, it was on the minds of the House Tesar.

"Shaak steak? Seriously?" the venerable matriarch scowled. "Prolly good fer a newbie - you'd hope ta' overcook it in order fer that baloon ta' even be edible-"

"I have found it rather palatable" mused the elder patriarch, his pure, red irises softening as he gently guided the elderly Kiffar woman away from their grandchild's shoulder, and the computer. "When properly spiced and given a sauce-"

"Ya gotta drown it in flavor cuz it's just texture at best!" insisted the matriarch. "The girl's other parent at least taught 'er that." she paused with a sigh looking down at Trayze. "Honestly, yer girlfriend's not invited jus' yet."

"Not my girlfriend, Grandma." the Kiffar investigator retorted, his tone neutral and respectful, his eyes on the myriad of screens and their respective content. "Just a person of interest."

"Thought Zarrick an' Ah raised ya better than this..." Trayze's grandma continued, half serious, half joking. "Ya kiss a girl-" "She came onto me. Twice." "Ya kiss a girl, an' then ya thrust somethin' big an' metal ta' her ta make 'er walk funny." the matriarch concluded with lascivious irreverence. "Ya best take responsibility, Zarrick sure did." But despite the low-brow teasing, and the equally low placement of the elderly Kiffar's hand near Zarrick's waist, he deflected it, and countered by dragging her by the ear away from them both - to an adjacent computer setup, one labeled belonging to the human patriarch of the Tesar family.

"Person of interest..." Grandpa Zarrick continued. "Dolly, do be a dear and put the kettle on. Us gents seem to have a long night ahead." The elderly Kiffar, now revealed as "Dolly", rolled her eyes and obliged. She would continue her teasing, but more through the one-sided screen against the mother-daughter duo of Kas.

"Miss Nova here is a holocelebrity of some local renown." Zarrick continued. "At least in the gaming sphere. Never quite got into the more competitive spheres, but she's at once a figure of condemnation and commendation." he gave a look to his grandson, before sighing. "I will support you in this, but due be warned, any pipe-bomb I have to dissassemble is coming out of your allowance."

"Not if I do it first." he exhaled. "Besides, that ping you gave her-"
"Simply a means of confirmation, this will be the first she's heard of me... and the first she'll hear of you in an unproffesional stance."
"Why not keep lurking?" Trayze asked, breaking eye contact with the screen to face his grandfather.
"Because..." the answer came with a sigh of his own, not one of agitation, but one of expectation. "You were never one to not challenge a rival headlong, and besides, you wish to "best her in every capacity", no? Why not let her be aware of the family that has your back?" Zarrick gave a hopeful, but wearied smile. "Who knows? Maybe it would motivate her to get her own house in order?"

With that, the typing of keys foretold the most recent observers of the stream, silently slinking in with the next burst of activity.

[WorthDawnGarage Has Subscribed to your stream!]
[TixShooter875 has subscribed to your stream!]
 
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Lirka could feel her body twitch, flesh writhed beneath metal plates as the desire for violence rose within. She really had made Nova Ka Nova Ka too much like herself, it was almost frightening. But, that also meant Lirka could play the exact same games. Unfortunately, simply smashing her through the table a few times wasn’t on the table: Lirka had to be a bit more “peaceful” this time around, was unfortunately hard to cook when missing a limb.

“Well, my dear Supernova, you know your mother is a very busy woman. If I didn’t know better, I think you don’t want your poor old mother here?”

Her voice oozed the same sarcasm. They were, quite literally, the same person. It wasn’t often Lirka got to guilt trip, and she would never miss the opportunity to. It was easier to guilt trip than try and understand the damnable science of cooking. Lirka could cut, she could stab, she could dissect. But fillet? Well that did not come quite as naturally.

But oh would she most certainly flail and try, what was Lirka Ka if not obnoxiously stubborn. A poor, unfortunate, waste of meat. An even worse, a stain on Lirka’s boundless ego as her daughter twisted the knife that there was something she knew that Lirka didn’t. As a chef, it seemed the clone had well surpassed the progenitor.

Lirka saw the messages that flared on the girl’s chat, brow furrowing in confusion as she quickly read the words. Perhaps the Dark needed to claim the universe quicker…

Yet, Lirka would not be undeterred. She would be resolute in the face of her own great ignorance, at the expense of her poor, unfortunate, daughter.

“Oh no, Nova. Sephi blood-rituals are how me and your father made you. No need for ceremonial knives there.”

A blatant lie. But the grin that formed underneath Lirka’s helmet was a grand thing, what was a little twinge of embarrassment? After her jest, Lirka nodded her head: still trying to remain as casual as she could.

“Of course I’m ready to cook.”

Another string of messages, and Lirka could feel her muscles tensing. Maybe she needed to call upon a few old contacts and teach people the holonet wasn’t an anonymous as people thought…

More poignantly, she responded to her daughter’s other question. Words hissed under her breath in a hope that only Nova Ka Nova Ka would hear them.

“Of course I don’t know how to cook.”

The most painful thing Lirka could ever do: admission of failure.
 


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TAG: Lirka Ka Lirka Ka Trayze Tesar Trayze Tesar
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Nova let out a slow, deep breath through her nose, staring straight into the camera with the silent, suffering expression of a woman whose life choices had led her to this exact, cursed moment.

Chat, of course, was eating it up.

[DarthSpatula]: Nova.exe has stopped responding
[VibroGoth420]: SHE LIED SO CASUALLY ABOUT THE BLOOD RITUALS HELP
[MeatIsWeak]: NOT THE BLOOD RITUAL MATING LORE I'M LOGGING OFF
[KaBeWithYou]: Nova has seen some things but she was NOT READY for that
[TrayzeOrBust]: Nova where is your dad?

Nova blinked, real slow, like she was trying to reboot her entire brain. Then, she finally, finally turned to Lirka, her mouth opening—then closing—then opening again as if words should have come out, but her processor just hadn't caught up yet.

"…Right," She finally managed, rubbing her temples. "We're never talking about that again."

Lirka's helmet barely moved, but Nova felt the smug satisfaction radiating from her like an oppressive heatwave.

[AbsolutelyNotARepublicSpy]: "We're never talking about that again" -> famous last words

Nova took another deep breath, realigning herself with the task at hand—food, not Lirka's personal galaxy-spanning campaign of psychological warfare. She rolled her shoulders, exhaling sharply before gesturing toward the counter.

"Okay. Step one: Not making anything inedible. Step two: Not stabbing the food, or the chef, or anything that breathes." She gave Lirka a long, pointed look before grabbing a slab of meat from the tray.

Nova squeezed the meat in her hands just a little harder, trying to loosen it up.

[MommyKa]: Nova's about to season that steak with PURE RAGE
[KaBeWithYou]: Why do I feel like Lirka has literally eaten people before
[MeatIsWeak]: Buddy. I have bad news for you.

Tossing the meat onto the cutting board, Nova picked up a knife and gave Lirka a very deliberate look. "Alright. I'm gonna teach you how to properly cut a steak." She held out the knife. "Take it."

She could only hope her mother would go along with this.

Nova watched, carefully, cautiously, like she had just handed a thermal detonator to a toddler. "Now, you're gonna make smooth, controlled cuts…"

Silence.

Chat prattled on.

[DarthSpatula]: That knife is going right into Nova’s skull.
[AbsolutelyNotARepublicSpy]: I can feel the tension
[MeatIsWeak]: Is Nova going to die?

Nova glanced up to see the chat, and closed her eyes. "Chat, shut up."

Nova's hands pressed against the counter. She was really starting to hate these people.
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TAG: Lirka Ka Lirka Ka Trayze Tesar Trayze Tesar
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Nova let out a slow, deep breath through her nose, staring straight into the camera with the silent, suffering expression of a woman whose life choices had led her to this exact, cursed moment.

Chat, of course, was eating it up.

[DarthSpatula]: Nova.exe has stopped responding
[VibroGoth420]: SHE LIED SO CASUALLY ABOUT THE BLOOD RITUALS HELP
[MeatIsWeak]: NOT THE BLOOD RITUAL MATING LORE I'M LOGGING OFF
[KaBeWithYou]: Nova has seen some things but she was NOT READY for that
[TrayzeOrBust]: Nova where is your dad?

Nova blinked, real slow, like she was trying to reboot her entire brain. Then, she finally, finally turned to Lirka, her mouth opening—then closing—then opening again as if words should have come out, but her processor just hadn't caught up yet.

"…Right," She finally managed, rubbing her temples. "We're never talking about that again."

Lirka's helmet barely moved, but Nova felt the smug satisfaction radiating from her like an oppressive heatwave.

[AbsolutelyNotARepublicSpy]: "We're never talking about that again" -> famous last words

Nova took another deep breath, realigning herself with the task at hand—food, not Lirka's personal galaxy-spanning campaign of psychological warfare. She rolled her shoulders, exhaling sharply before gesturing toward the counter.

"Okay. Step one: Not making anything inedible. Step two: Not stabbing the food, or the chef, or anything that breathes." She gave Lirka a long, pointed look before grabbing a slab of meat from the tray.

Nova squeezed the meat in her hands just a little harder, trying to loosen it up.

[MommyKa]: Nova's about to season that steak with PURE RAGE
[KaBeWithYou]: Why do I feel like Lirka has literally eaten people before
[MeatIsWeak]: Buddy. I have bad news for you.

Tossing the meat onto the cutting board, Nova picked up a knife and gave Lirka a very deliberate look. "Alright. I'm gonna teach you how to properly cut a steak." She held out the knife. "Take it."

She could only hope her mother would go along with this.

Nova watched, carefully, cautiously, like she had just handed a thermal detonator to a toddler. "Now, you're gonna make smooth, controlled cuts…"

Silence.

Chat prattled on.

[DarthSpatula]: That knife is going right into Nova’s skull.
[AbsolutelyNotARepublicSpy]: I can feel the tension
[MeatIsWeak]: Is Nova going to die?

Nova glanced up to see the chat, and closed her eyes. "Chat, shut up."

Nova's hands pressed against the counter. She was really starting to hate these people.
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Lirka could see the suffering on her daughter’s face, and it brought a smug satisfaction to the Once-Sephi. Sometimes, you needed to fight fire with pure humiliation and embarrassment. She was her “mother” after all. That put her at the advantage when it came to all matters of the boundless snark that nestled within the hearts of the Ka duo.

And somewhere in Lirka’s cold dead hearts, she finally understood why Nova enjoyed her weird holonet admirers so much. Seeing them taunt the young Nova Ka Nova Ka was so deeply entertaining. Still didn’t really explain why they were watching this…but there were some questions Lirka was simply too old to know the answer for.

While she may have moved on from lies about Nova’s creation, she didn’t let her snark die out so easily as her daughter attempted to lay out their plans. Psychological warfare never truly ended in Sithdom.

“I thought stabbing things that breathed was the whole reason you and your little friends were so glued to the Holonet?”

Stabbing things was an incredibly fun pastime, Lirka could give them that. But taunting was taunting. But her taunting was only verbal, and as the slab of meat was presented to her Lirka gave a slow nod as the girl directed the metal goliath.

Yet, she was painfully slow. Lirka moved with the meticulous slices of a flesh crafter ripping up some poor unfortunate soul for spare parts rather than a chef actually trying to cook something. Though she debated if she should’ve done something sloppy just for the content of it all, leave something entertaining for the masses.

Maybe she could really get into this whole “streaming” affair…

Hearing her daughter’s annoyance at her chat. Lirka perked up seeing another opportunity to be just a little bit of nuisance.

“Now, now, daughter-of-mine. That isn’t a nice way to talk to your loyal fans, is it?”

As if Lirka was someone to talk about being nice to people.
 


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TAG: Lirka Ka Lirka Ka Trayze Tesar Trayze Tesar
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Nova had faced down warlords, cut through legions of armored warriors, and bathed in the blood of the worthy. She had endured pain, suffering, and the ever-present hunger to prove herself in combat. And yet, nothing—nothing—in her lifetime had tested her patience quite like this.

She could feel the heat rising in her face, not from the stove, but from the way her own audience had turned on her. The chat scrolled by at a breakneck pace, a blur of text that she barely needed to read to know what they were saying. The betrayal was palpable.

MeatCleaverMaiden: Look at her. Look at her STRUGGLE.
MotherKaSupremacy: Face it, Nova, Lirka's just better at everything.
WickedSteel: Nova's out here losing a fight to a kitchen. A kitchen. This is history.
HolonetGremlin: I think Lirka should take over the channel tbh.

Nova's grip on the counter tightened. The surface groaned under the pressure of her fingers, and she had half a mind to let it snap just to hear something break that wasn't her patience.

She was supposed to be running this stream. She was supposed to be showing her audience how a warrior of Ka handled herself outside of battle. Commanding the space, proving that she was more than just a blade in a fight. But instead?

Instead, she was getting humiliated in real time by her mother.

Her creator.

And Lirka knew it. She could feel the way the older warrior practically radiated satisfaction, like this entire thing had been designed to make Nova squirm.

Nova set her knife down with a deliberate slowness, exhaling sharply through her nose as she turned her head just enough to glare at the smug, towering form of Lirka Ka.

"They're not my 'little friends,'" She muttered through gritted teeth. "They're traitors."

The chat erupted.

SupernovaBunker: OH WE TRAITORS NOW?
HolonetGremlin: Nova just like me fr, can't handle a little backtalk.
BloodForTheMeatGod: Nova vs. Lirka in a cooking deathmatch when?
MotherKaSupremacy: The Traitors' Allegiance grows stronger every day.


Nova faltered as she glanced to the chat, muttering as she reached over to her spice cabinet for several seasonings. "Ugh, bring your mother on stream and they all turn on you…."

She huffed a small bit, before turning on her stove, then directing her attention back to her mother, inspecting her work. “Nicely done mother, I knew you knew your way around a knife.”

She handed over a few seasons, and a small meat tenderizer. “I…think we season this then beat it, gentle, with the hammer to make it tender. Mother would you like to season, or tenderize it?”

BloodForTheMeatGod: TENDERIZER. GO FULL BERSERKER. CRUSH IT.
WickedSteel: What's the difference between seasoning and a war crime? Asking for a friend.
HolonetGremlin: Mother Ka does not season. Mother Ka CONSUMES.
MeatCleaverMaiden: Nova asking her mother if she wants to beat a piece of meat or season it. Wild.
MotherKaSupremacy: Use the tenderizer on Nova. For science.

Nova grunted at the unhinged lunatics in her chat, but for now, she focused on her mother and what Lirka desired to do.

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Lirka knew something about her daughter that perhaps she didn’t even entirely grasp: there was nothing more frustrating in this Galaxy to Lirka than someone like herself. And well…they were the same person. It was truly anyone’s guess how long it would be till they decided to brawl again for some reason or another.

Lirka kept her eyes on the chat, vaguely trying to keep up with its breakneck pace before deciding that it was simply not worth bothering. She’d just take a wild guess on what they were saying based off whatever mood they put Nova Ka Nova Ka in. How the girl could keep up with her yokels was well beyond Lirka’s understanding…but, she did have quite the audience. Maybe she needed to try her hand at this whole thing too…

But, she focused herself more towards Nova’s general discomfort for no other reason than Lirka’s own amusement.

“I suppose that does make sense…you’ve never brought home any friends before. You do have friends, right?”

A deeply ironic thing to say when Lirka’s only friend had well, it didn’t end too grand for them.

“I think they like me, my dear supernova.”

She didn’t really understand why that was the case, but the holonet was a deeply bizarre subsection of the Galaxy. To try and understand it and the odd creatures that clung to it was a recipe for insanity. But Lirka decided she might as well play the card of the old naive woman: she was sure they’d eat that up. She gave nova a stark little nod as she inspected her work, she may not have been able to cook, but she most certainly could cut something up.

Once Nova brought out seasoning though. Lirka had to do her best to mask her general discomfort, she was quite the sinner already. But seasoning? Well that was certainly pushing it a bit far, she’d have to pray after all this. The Dark was going to be greatly displeased with her…

Nova’s question had an obvious answer. The girl may have been willing to touch the stuff, but Lirka wasn’t allowed to enjoy food: she damn well wouldn’t touch something as unholy as seasoning.

“Tenderize, of course.”

She didn’t really understand why she needed to do this, but well…if it made her spawn happy: what’s the worst thing that could happen?
 


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Nova took a slow, measured breath as she set the knife down, her fingers flexing against the counter as if grounding herself. The chat had turned against her, Lirka was in full smug mode, and now, somehow, she was the one suffering while her mother flailed around with a meat tenderizer like it was some new and foreign weapon.

She should've known this would happen.

She did know this would happen.

And yet, some foolish part of her had still hoped that maybe—just maybe—Lirka Ka could manage one simple task without making it a catastrophe.

Nova bared her teeth in something that was not a smile. She could only hope her mother wouldn’t take this opportunity to destroy the steak prior to cooking, but only time can tell.

"Mother, do try to remember, this is to tenderize the meat. Not destroy it."

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Lirka was always testing her daughter, forming her into a form most suitable. And Lirka’s boundless mockery and stabbing jests had been another test. She looked to the girl, watching her hands flex on the countertop: Lirka counted it as being close enough to grounding herself, to temper her wrath. And that was enough of a success for the Once Sephi to feel mighty chuffed with her “mothering” abilities.

Nova had earned some modicum of peace from her mother. But the weirdos on the holonet? Well…Lirka couldn’t control animals. The tenderizer in her hand was smaller than the ones she was used to for bludgeoning people to death, but she was certain should could…somewhat…figure it out.

Looking to her daughter’s bared teeth: an unfortunate mirror of Lirka’s own bestial nature. She took it as encouragement to try her best. Testing the thing in her hand a few times before ever so carefully trying to hammer the thing without smashing the whole countertop in half. Servos whining and whirring as she forced them to not unleash their full power down upon the unfortunate slab of meat.

“But of course, Daughter-of-Mine.”

No snark this time, the Once-Sephi was infinitely too focused on keeping her power at bay. She had embarrassed herself more than a few times on the holonet, she didn’t need another one so soon after the Besberra incident.
 


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Nova's eyes flickered over the tenderizer in her mother's hand, watching as the beast held back its full strength. It was almost funny—almost. A creature like Lirka, a walking, snarling embodiment of destruction, trying to temper herself over something as mundane as a slab of meat. It was unnatural, watching that kind of restraint, like trying to teach a wild rancor to sip tea.

But restraint was a lesson that had been beaten into Nova's bones. Whether by Lirka's hand, the battlefield, or her own stubborn will, she had learned how to wield control as another weapon in her arsenal. And right now? It took everything in her to keep from laughing at the sight of her mother treating kitchenware like it was some ancient war relic.

"O'Si Ath Ath tel'quiet kar sehan ausa caution," (Mother of mine do walk with caution.)
She drawled, teeth bared in something between amusement and challenge. Her words were that of the pairs native tongue. A way to speak without her degenerates picking a side.

The holonet weirdos would eat that up—she already knew it. They loved when she pushed, when she let that sharp, serrated edge slip out. They wanted to see the monster, the harpy, the twisted, grinning thing that lived for the thrill of a fight. But here, in this moment, she just wanted to poke at Lirka, to see if the beast would snap its teeth or keep pretending to play house.

The fire in her gut coiled tight, just waiting.

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There was a great irony in how the Galaxy just adored to put Lirka in these odd situations. She didn’t notice Nova Ka Nova Ka looking over her, and the grand amusement her daughter felt watching her poor old mother suffer under the weight of trying to keep her augmentations at bay. Lirka was simply too focused on trying to appease the girl and not fail miserably: while she was certain they would have loved to see the two brawl, Lirka found herself with little desire to reattach Nova’s arms again.

Truthfully, even Lirka could nearly laugh at the pure ridiculousness of it all. But, she remained focused and resolute. She too had been taught restraint over the long years, and now she needed to use every single skill in it she had learned. Soon, Nova’s words reached her ears and Lirka raised an eyebrow quizzically beneath her helmet. Thustran? How interesting.

Lirka responded calmly, with humor dripping in her words.

“Nin lothwen, na ven'na i nendir, mer'ra na, vereth.” (I am watching my fingers, worry not daughter.)

If Nova wished to unleash the storm, so be it. But Lirka would do as she did best, snark and snark, and snark some more. It was content at the end of the day, and she couldn't fault her daughter for that. She had earned herself a menagerie of holonet obsessed murderers and their lot would demand blood eventually. She’d let the girl poke as much as she wanted, Lirka admittedly deserved it. But the Once-Sephi was in a good mood today, so there were plenty more jabs to be made before she’d inevitably lose her temper.
 

Trayze Tesar

Well-Known Member
CURRENT MISSION - Cooking With Ka-Lamity
Immediate Goals -
1: Observe the activities of the Ka "family"

BLUFOR - Allies Unknown

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Lirka Ka Lirka Ka || Nova Ka Nova Ka || OPEN FREQUENCY

"Should... Should Ah be concerned with so many people takin' our boy's likeness?" the Kiffar matriarch leaned over her husband's shoulder, leering at the blistering fast chat.

"Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery..." the elderly man concurred. "The current bubble between "Trayze the Sherriff" and "Trayze, the man who saved and kissed the Kainite Slavecatcher General" is about to intersect. If we're lucky, this-" he gestured to the current ongoing spat between the two Once-Sephi. "May buy us a few days."

"Days?!" Trayze and his grandmother echoed within a second of one another.

"Perhaps a single standard day if we're especially unfortunate." Zarrick admitted. "However, you appear to be a meager splotch on the... stellar reputation of Miss Nova's online reputation. An amusing anecdote." two sets of irises refocused the screen, the grandparent revealing the complex network of search histories, IP addresses, and anything that could tie Trayze Tesar to Lirka Ka beyond the superficial.

"Proxy nets..." the youngest Kiffar growled. "Lirka's smart enough to delegate - I don't think that Nova would want me as a prospective stepdad."
"The ways of the Sephi are strange, and quite possibly "sun-dare-eh"." a grandfatherly glint of genteel mischief regarded his dear boy. "Perhaps this is some new fashion of courtship ritual among this particular subgroup? It calls into question bioethics and the implication of how much the grafted entity is their template-"

"This is just hogwash!" Dolyna sighed, half leaning against the head of the couch, cocking her cheek on it in thought. "Why's she burying the hatchet in front of so many people?"

"A means of grounding." Trayze explained. "Nova's both holding herself and her mom accountable - not that Lirka has enough of an online presence to be lanced at."

Zarrick's stoicism fell a few milimeters into irritation and worry "Carnifex's latest and most slavish lapdog-" "lap-queen, yer too good fer 'er!" Dolnya rebuked, taking a moment to walk over and idly braid Trayze's hair. "Too good fer 'er." she paused for a moment, mirroring her beloved's crestfallen nature before asking genuinely.

"Did... did Ah push too hard? In you findin' someone?"
The question was earnest, from a place of genuine repentance - but it still caused the young Kiffar to double take, and Zarrick's grimace to turn into a bemused smirk.
"Ah mean, Ah know we'd be fine with whoever ya ended up with-yer da' an' mum weren't exactly spring chickens when they had you an' yer sisters..."
"Gran..." Trayze mirrored the childish worry that Nova had, now directed at his own grandsiress.
"There was also that nice young man you-"
"Gran!"
Nothing further of that conversation was had, aside from Zarrick's slight chuckle.
 


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Nova Ka stood quietly, leaning against the kitchen counter as she watched her mother carefully, a soft, almost fond smile tugging at her lips. There was something inherently amusing, but also endearing, about watching Lirka—usually so fierce, so intimidating—trying to restrain herself. The once-feared warrior was reduced to keeping her augmentations in check to avoid triggering chaos in the kitchen, and Nova couldn't help but find the irony in it.

Her voice was gentle when she spoke, the teasing edge gone for the moment. "You know, Mother, you're doing really well," she said, her tone warm but playful. "I didn't think I'd see the day when you'd be so careful about everything."

Nova's eyes twinkled with amusement, but there was no malice in her words—just genuine affection for the woman who had raised her, molded her, and taught her everything she knew. The pride Nova felt for her mother, despite her teasing, was obvious. She couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for Lirka, even if it was in this unorthodox moment.

As Nova watched her mother work, she couldn't resist giving her some encouragement. "You're doing great, honestly." She tilted her head, the playful smirk returning, as she prepares the seasonings to apply to the meat. "I’m frankly surprised that…we have not spent more time together." She added.

Meanwhile, in the chat, the mood was entirely different. The audience, clearly entertained, began to hype up the two of them.

Twi'lekTacoMaster: "Are just ignoring that Lirka is beating meat with a hammer?"

BanthaBlaster42: "I was expecting someone to be stabbing another by now."

GalacticBaker99: "I feel like Lirka's will be going to be way too harsh with the ingredients. Someone stop her before she tries to deep fry the broth."

Nova smirked as she read through the chat, rolling her eyes affectionately. "Mâdhen, anira teni," (Mother you have fans)
She said, glancing at Lirka with a warm smile. "Nóren i' naurë úva caure na i' arda ar' enna.” (This was my idea for how we can gain power.)

The playful challenge was there, but it wasn't the kind of challenge Nova had used in the past. It was a quiet test of patience, of bonding, of shared moments. The chat was buzzing with excitement, eager to see how the two would work together, but for Nova, it was all about the joy of the moment with her mother—no matter how absurd the situation.

But she hoped Lirka would understand what she was suggesting. “Neldoriel enamorëa melthiel ar'ena. Na naeriel i enna naerthir.” (They become obsessed with the desire to belong, they can be used.)

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It was hard to remember that once, in a different time, and with a different face. Lirka had been “normal”. Nova Ka Nova Ka had certainly only known the monster, born from vats and tubes. Lirka herself barely knew the woman-who-was-once-Lirka. Only in the angry, taunting, specters of the past that clawed at the edge of her mind. Yet, the woman remained, and with it came the caution of flesh and bone rather than the mechanized might of augmented steel.

The softness of her daughter’s voice grated on her ears. It was not something she was particularly used to, but Lirka tried her best to match. Might as well give the people some proper disgustingly foul wholesomeness: heresy under Primordial Dark. Lirka’s words spoke out, calm and focused.

“I suppose I’m just getting old.”

Time had tempered Lirka. It had taught her the boon of patience and care, but really it mattered much more her mood at a given moment than it did true training. It was a thankful thing she was currently in a rather good one.

Nova’s admiration was an appreciated thing, it reminded Lirka that she had molded the girl well after her last handful of failures. All she needed to do was keep encouraging her affection, the blade that loved you was far more useful than the blade that hated you. Yet, for her coldness Lirka couldn’t help but acknowledge that she had actually become rather fond of her clone during their short time together - it was as if looking into a mirror.

And evidently, her spawn understood how to wrap Lirka around her own fingers: it only took a bit of praise to get her ego bubbling out, feeding that beast of boundless hunger. When Lirka spoke, pride bubbled out with every word.

“If I can conquer battlefields, I can conquer cooking.”

though, she let her pride simmer as she contemplated. Yes, it had been a very long time…most of a human life span since she had sent her daughter off to the unknown regions to die. So that she could become untethered from all earthly connection to walk upon holy Rhand and embrace the Dark. She did not regret it. Lirka Ka regretted nothing. But she did wish it could have been a quicker union in some minuscule corner of her heart.

“It was many years. The path I needed to walk was a long and lonely one, such as was bid for me.”

Lirka was thankful for the helmet as she hid her grimace as the seasoning came out. That would have been a rather awkward conversation about religion and misery. Yet Nova proved herself a true Ka, all things worked with the underline of the plans to power. Lirka ignored the girl’s chat and instead focused in entirely on her spawn. An eyebrow raising underneath her helmet.

“Elenara naeriel (A rare occurrence)”

While Nova may have smiled, Lirka became serious: though attempted to keep everything as casual as she could. These were pressing matters, nothing was more important than the path to power.

“Aeluin. Valthrun thal'neira? (Fascinating. Power through media?)”

Lirka had considered the idea before. She simply lacked the raw charisma to make it work in the wider Galaxy, but remained one of her many pins to move herself forward in the Sith Order. Nova had gained her utter focus, if the name Ka could be elevated: that is what Lirka desired most. Nova elated in the joy of the moment, the bond between parent and child as they worked together. But Lirka? Lirka had been motivated to focus on what she truly desired, looking beyond her spawn. The respect of her Sith peers.

Nova’s struck close to home. Almost too close. So long had Lirka chased to stand beside the Sith as their equal - a near impossibility. To stand beside Carnifex as a peer, not a hound. But Nova didn’t need to know that.

“Aena lathrin, elaen. Nethril na lenthiel, aelunae na hiri' nuir. (A wise plan, daughter. You have my blessing to proceed.)”

If the Holonet was how the Galaxy would know the name Ka, so be it. Lirka would gladly support her spawn building her own menagerie of oddballs and murderers - it was something of a Ka tradition at this point.
 


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The air in the room felt thick with tension as Nova sat across from Lirka, her gaze unwavering as she listened to her mother's rare moment of reflection. The conversation shifted between moments of strange intimacy and distant coldness, like the waves of a storm pushing against the shore. Lirka's words came slow, deliberate, each one a sharp contrast to her usual biting tone.

"Elenion, t'caurea aeneth," (Yes, it was a long road)Nova murmured, her voice almost contemplative, but there was no mistaking the simmering power underneath. "Lómë elenion tirië nahtië, na'ril cuin'naer en'galadh."(We must start the fires that will burn the galaxy.)

Her eyes scanned Lirka, her mother's presence larger than life in the dim light of the room. Nova didn't need to show her emotions—those she kept hidden, buried beneath layers of control—but in that moment, the connection between them was tangible. Nova had emerged from the depths of her mother's shadow, no longer just a creation but a force of her own making.

Lirka's gaze lingered on her daughter. The words Elenara naeriel, a rare acknowledgment of Nova's growth, hung in the air, and for a moment, it felt like time itself paused.

Nova gave a slow, calculating smile. She knew the weight of Lirka's approval, how it could propel her forward, and with it came a certain twisted satisfaction.

Her mother might have built the foundation, but the daughter had learned to play the long game, building power through the shadows and whispers of the galaxy. Now, the stakes were higher. The path was clearer. And with that came a dangerous new alliance—one forged in blood, ambition, and the unyielding pursuit of power.

This was just the beginning.

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The ebbing tides of trying to actually speak to Lirka exemplified the madness of Nova’s progenitor well. For all her attempts at composure, Lirka was a coin constantly flipping when it came to her moods. The tension in the air, ever so thick, reminded the Once-Sephi that her and Nova Ka Nova Ka were two predators sharing the same den.

Lirka spoke, calm and with perhaps that vaguest pang of sympathy with the clone.

“Ithil naur luiol aranel, i'dur ennas vilya. (The long road holds many lessons.)”

Lessons of pain, and suffering, and death. To see and understand the path that Primordial Dark had laid before the strong, the strong like Nova and Lirka who had crawled their way through the muck to stand as powerful as they did. Though to Nova’s second point, Lirka slightly raised a hand in pious correction.

“N’rch thal a'glan, silmeanor (Do not rush the Dark, Supernova.)”

It felt almost a warning. Far from a threat, for Lirka saw no need to try such things with “herself”. The Dark was primordial, it was eternal, and its work was endless as it was timeless. It would work exactly as slow and as fast as it pleased to - such was the nature of a force of such pure annihilation. Lirka knew better than to try and tamper with the pace of it, she had already seen plenty a person suffer a grizzly fate for attempting.

Their eyes locked, Lirka’s face hidden beneath a mask, and Nova wearing a metaphorical one well thought. The blank contemplating faces of two Sephi seeing the possibilities of the Galaxy before them. Despite how much she hoped, some little kernel in Lirka’s hearts told her that Nova would never truly walk in lockstep with Lirka - she had never done it in her long tenure after all, how could she expect Nova to? They were the same after all.

As Nova let a smile grow on her face, Lirka let a slow chuckle build from herself. Not one of humor, one closer to pride. An inventor’s pride. A mother’s pride. This was her daughter. Her most perfect-a-spawn that no man could have ever truly contributed to. And here, in a kitchen, the only alliance that was truly destined in this Galaxy blossomed. For how could the Ka’s not find themselves sharing the path to power? How could Lirka deny her daughter that chance to finally have a mother who “cared” (at least in Lirka’s own twisted ways) about her.

Sometimes, new beginnings were heralded by a slab of steak.

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