Private Grave Robbers

[Lirka Ka]

ORICON

The fleet descended like locusts.

Lirka Ka, Slavemaster General of the Kainate had been given but one task by her foul master. To squeeze the Galaxy dry of every last drop. Such was the boundless hunger of the Empire, if it did not fly their flag: it had been deemed fair game for feeding the ravenous hunger of the Malsheem.

Even Oricon, an old Sith world, was not safe. Once it had been encompassed by the territory of the Old Empire, but hands had changed many-a-time and now it was a world untouched by Sith hands. Neutral ground. A fair target.

So did the Once-Sephi descend, waves of gunships and drop ships disgorging warriors that would steal everyone and everything they could. Values stashed away and the useless things of Oricon tossed into the molecular furnace.

The great blackness of the dungeon ship Shackles of Ambition hung overhead in atmosphere. At random letting its cannons fire, thundering red lasers cracking into the earth and reducing the home of an unfortunate local to a fireball.

The monstrous Sephi had taken the field to oversee it all. Barking orders to her warriors, the beast was in a less-than-enthused mood today. Oricon being a Sith world meant there was was particular…carefulness, demanded of her. And to oversee such carefulness, Sith attaches had been added to her the warfleet. Lirka did not care for history, and she did not care for the trinkets and baubles of the Sith. Had she been left to her own devices, everything on this world would have been burnt away to make new for the new machinations of her master.

But alas, protocol. With clawed gauntlets clasped behind her back, she awaited the approaching shuttle at the quickly constructed landing zone her forces had organized. It was time to see just who the order had deemed appropriate to send.

Eira Dyn

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Oricon
Attire: Assassin Gear
Equipment: Vibro-daggers, Vibro-sword, blaster pistol, Mask
Tag: Lirka Ka

Slavemaster General. It was a title that intrigued Eira. She knew that slaves were not something the Sith Order were fans of due to from what her studies stated, Empyrean was a former slave in a different life. Kainates played by different rules, that was something that had been known for a while now. So, it wasn't surprising that such a title existed within the Kainates. However, what that rule entailed and how that person would be, that was something Eira was curious about. She had not developed much of a connection with Darth Carnifex yet, but she knew that could be a slower game. A slower play in the way she used her manipulative natures to worm herself inside.

She had donned her new assassin attire, something she had worn first while the Sith Order invaded Woostri. It was something she was determined to wear more often while on missions. Eira was aiming to instil fear and a demonic presence that seemed otherworldly to those who were not close to Eira.

Twirling her daggers, she concealed them on her person. She double checked her blaster pistol and made sure that it would work. Final check was tightening the strap that held the sheathe that housed her sword. Stepping off the shuttle, Eira looked around with her glowing crimson eyes, scanning the location around them. The demoness was curious on what could be found on Oricon and whether Lirka would be someone willing to help her. Especially since this was an opportunity to impress the leader of the Kainates.

In a deep, twistedly demonic voice that came from the mask, "Slavemaster General Ka? Any reports on artefacts from the ground forces yet? A tomb to explore?" Eira demanded to know, curious to see if anything had been discovered before her arrive to save her having to hunt too hard for this potential prize. "I know anything discovered here will please your Master very much." Eira stated in attempts to ensure that Lirka committed to the task with utter devotion she had seen other Kainates display when there was a possibility to please their Master.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Slavemaster General, a title she wore with pride, a title that existed to spite the Sith that had lost their way and spat down upon her master and his fellows. The strong dominated the weak, and it was as simple as that. The warmachine demanded labor, and she would provide labor from the most plentiful thing in the galaxy: life.

Lirka was a metal Goliath, a silent sentinel that looked closer to a droid than the fleshy monstrosity underneath. Eye lenses acknowledge the assassin Eira Dyn as she appeared. At least, the outfit gave enough of the impression of another assassin. Barely, Lirka tensed. A hard lot to trust, those who made their mark by stabbing people in the back: and after so much time dealing with the Tsis’kaar, it was even harder to know which assassins were not her foe.

But thankfully, Lirka’s helmet was a blank-faced and emotionless thing. Her worries would be her own. The once-sephi’s armored head cocked as the girl spoke, the modulated voice from the demoness’s mask reminded Lirka of her own modulations. She spoke, her own distortion hiding whatever thing might have laid underneath all that armor.

“That is I, Acolyte.”

Her voice was calm, mechanical. If the otherworldly veneer of Eira phased her, she did not show it. A new face meant Lirka’s cards needed to be held close to her chest, in Sithdom any would be ally could just as easily become a foe. And while Lirka considered herself the equal of acolytes and apprentices, it paid to speak in the plainness of the military.

“Yes. Beneath the rubble, some sort of ruin of your Order. From the Empire of yore, or older, we do not know. We are not allowed access without a representative of the order.

Lirka paused, pondering her words. Before responding with the same coldness as she had been.

“All things I do please the Butcher King. Be it plunder of flesh or metal…or in this case, your Order’s baubles and trinkets.”

There was loyalty there, but it was a callous thing. Lirka was an odd Kainite, but such was to be expected from a force dead freak: the ways of the Sith were barred to her. Quickly, Lirka turned on her heels. Heading out to the killing fields of Oricon and towards the ruin, she spoke again, beckoning the girl.

“Follow, Acolyte. We will make for the ruin with haste. Let the relics of your kind be unearthed and added to the plunder.”

Lirka’s footfalls were heavy on the earth, the metallic beast moved with a power barely contained. A looming thing swirling with darkness, servos whirring with each step. Certainly, the Sith had quite the menagerie of oddities.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Oricon
Attire: Assassin Gear
Equipment: Vibro-daggers, Vibro-sword, blaster pistol, Mask
Tag: Lirka Ka

Seeing Lirka in person was quite the visage. It was clear to see that Eira would struggle, if not completely be outmatched by the giant warrior. She was built more for surprise, sneaky tactics. But fighting walking armour was something she would need different weapons for. It was giving her ideas, making her thing that an assassin was more than simply shadows and daggers. Eira needed to work on different tools and weapons. Perhaps something she could talk with Quinn over to see what her Master could help her learn about various weapons that an assassin should be using.

Nodding her head, "good, as it should be. Some secrets are beyond the comprehension of those outside the Order." Eira stated, not having a dig at Lirka, just being blunt about how she approved of such methods.

"Are they baubles and trinkets when they allow your Butcher King to reign as he does? These so called trinkets and baubles could prevent your death, the death of those you enslave, it could be the thing we need to wipe the filth away from this galaxy and rule it as we should." Eira's glowing eyes intensified. Knowledge was a power that she refused to have degraded to simplistic terms. It was a power that could one day give her power that could rival those who rule.

Eira was not going to simply throw away that potential.

Following Lirka, where Eira did not demonstrate power in the same manner as Lirka, she was acrobatic, dexterous and nimble. Keeping up with Lirka in her own manner, "tell me Slavemaster General. How did you become to taking this role?" Eira asked, curious about those in the Kainate, how they got there and what inspired the deep servitude. It was knowledge that would assist Eira in knowing how to cultivate her own following.