Private Knowledge of the Elder

[Lirka Ka]

It was a rare fact for someone to actively seek out Lirka, especially those in the Sith: Lirka had grown all too accustomed to those bothersome Cultists looking down upon her for one moronic reason...though it was no real secret that Lirka looked down upon them all the same. But being a raging hypocrite had always been one of the Sephi’s defining traits. But she did not deny the request, maybe out of some morbid curiosity. And so were the great gates of Fortress Imperious opened to another visitor.

The routine was always the same, her favored Legionnaire lackeys ferried the visitor to Lirka’s great Throne Room. Something more befitting of an Empress, which in truth, Lirka had been starting to stylize herself as: slowly, subtly, but the attempt was being made nonetheless. Her figure was a thing of armored bulk, baroque and segmented plate, with a blank faced mask that showed no emotion: stylized off the Demons of Sephi mythology. The throne of dark metal behind her adorned with the broken and warped forms of thousands upon thousands of bones of those massacred in her grand crescendo of the Mandalorian genocide. But such a grim trophy seemed irrelevant to the beast.

Two eyes of glowing green fixed upon the newcomer, one Dubiety , the words from Lirka’s mouth distorted and garbled by her helmet.

“You are either very bold, or very stupid, Sithling. What do you want?”

Well, if all this Circle nonsense ran true: she could finally give the Sith the smooth layer of sass and distaste she had always wanted to.

 

[Zenric Salyn]

Now this was something Dubiety wasn't looking forward to. They had done their best to fly under the radar. Avoid making enemies or even friends of their betters so they wouldn't even up a target for those very Sith. But to advance was to take risks. Lirka Ka was a powerful Sith with a lot of influence. That was something they needed.

They took a deep bow once they entered the room. They smiled as they rose back up, speaking in a polite tone.

"To learn."

 

[Lirka Ka]

The armored beast leaned back in her carrion-throne, the faint hiss of servos following as she did: there was a silence after Dubiety spoke, Lirka's eyes merely starring down, cold, and callous. The request pondered for that brief and awkward interlude, but a garbled and rancorous laughter followed.

"To learn!? Not scurrying to your Cultist masters, Child?"

Now, Lirka rose from her throne: never one for being particularly polite, the Sephi was equal parts amused and intrigued by the request, maybe there was some merits to the endless hordes of Sithlings that infested the folds of the Empire. But in truth the whole thing was becoming an ego-boosted much faster than Lirka would ever openly admit, finally someone would acknowledge her elder-years upon so many of the masses.

"What do you desire? The tales of my life, ever long? The death of the Mandalorians, and the rise of Moridinae from their ashes? My time in the Nether, clinging onto what little fabric of my being remained? Or the dark, primordial, truths I have uncovered?"

Oh, this was fun. Lirka was ashamed to admit, but this was something she needed: actually telling her tales, without it being banter while brutally hacking someone or something into burnt bits of meat.

 

[Zenric Salyn]

Cultist master? Dubiety has a clearly confused smile on their face as they listen to Lirka Ka . This wasn't something they had expected in the slightest, though perhaps it wasn't too far fetched to expect. This was a Sith after all. .. Or at least they hoped she was a Sith. Mandalorians? Wait, what was that about? Was there a war going on they hadn't bothered to pay attention to yet?

"Oh! Dark, primordial truths sounds fascinating!"

 

[Lirka Ka]

"Your curiosity amuses me, Child. Find solace in such."

A more "fluffy" way for Lirka to say she had no intention of hacking Dubiety into fine charred bits before hiding the body away in the event of some sort of transgression. Lirka was not a particularly secretive woman when it came to her beliefs, no, that was saved for her grim politicking. One such belief had been her gross obsessions with the Sorcerers of Rhand and their Way of the Dark.

"In distant space, the depths of the void where few souls walk. There exists a world, trapped, sealed away, by violent Nebula: great seers called this world, Rhand, their home. These great seers peered into the abyss: and the abyss stared back. They discovered the grim truth of this Galaxy, Child. The End made manifest, and so it was dubbed the Dark: entropy, decay, slaughter, and the cold death of all things that awaits us. It is a rarely acknowledged law of this Galaxy..."

She allowed herself a grin beneath that emotionless helmet, gently inching out one of her other well kept secrets: her Lords of Nihl, secret society, cult, and philosophy all rolled into one bizarre gaggle that seemed better suited for the wild dreams of a Spice Addict.

"...but, in mine own long life. I have learned more, the Dark can be controlled, harnessed even; only if one has the necessary strength of course. And accept this gift, Child so brave. Those whom you surround yourself with in coming years are but tools, do not allow weakness into your heart and you shall find yourself Exalted."