Private Machinations in the Military

[Lirka Ka]

Lirka had lost sight of herself, in her endless reignited plots and schemes among the Empire she had allowed herself to fall into the tantalizing prospects of Sith and their lot. Her union with Carnifex had given her new purpose, to dig through the muck and mire of the Empire to find those creatures that had stumbled through the cracks: like she had.

And truly, where was there more muck than the Sith-Imperial legion? The grunts. The fodder that turned the gears of this Empire: they were her kin more than the Sith ever would be. Even if she looked down upon many of them in a not dissimilar light to their Sith overlords. There were gems to be dug up from among them, oddities, those strange beings that could pique the Once-Sephi’s interest.

And she had found one, a rather unassuming woman. Alana Calloway who was naught but a private, but she represented an element of the Sith-Imperial legions that Lirka had not oft considered. Those perhaps less-than-willing that were picked up from across the Galaxy. The information she had dug up among the well-organized files of Imperial bureaucracy had given only nuggets of information, but they were enough. The girl had been scum first, and Lirka had a fondness for scum. Even a convert wouldn’t totally lose a scoundrels touch she hoped.

So the summons were made, the stamp of the Kainate put upon it to add an extra air of legitimacy. It was odd, normally Lirka skirted in the shadows for her dealings. But today? Everything would be proper and official. At least…as proper and official as she’d allow herself to fall to.

The summons were a simple thing: Lirka Ka, Slavemaster General of the Kainate had requested the Private’s presence. Details were sparse, but when a senior military leader of one of the Sith triumvirate beckoned. What choice was there but to answer?

Lirka had taken up a space in an office among the barracks, giving a swift boot to whatever pencil-pushers had called it home before. A simple preparation of cutting the security camera feed gave the beastly woman some of the comfort she enjoyed, there were no need for prying eyes into her machinations. And so did the Slavemaster General wait, a silent metallic sentinel sitting in a chair that groaned under the heavy weight of her powersuit. Damnable things, was it really that hard to account for military hardware?

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Keep Them In Line​

Tags: Lirka Ka​

Armor:
S-6 "Eclipse" Class Legion Combat Armor

Weapons:
HG-88 Big Iron
SD-L1 Long Blaster
HESTIZO-201 "Silverrain" Vaccine
1 x VB-113 "Tidefall" Class Vibroblade
Gear:
G1 Omni Link

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Private Alana Calloway knew not why she had been summoned to speak with the Slavemaster General. It was very likely she would never learn the reasons why, or if she would ever return back to her unit alive. These things merely happened within the Order, and it was not her place to question the nature nor logic of these moves. They simply, were.​

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She would arrive in her combat uniform. There was little valor that could be seen upon her person, Pvt. Calloway had hardly seen real combat after all. There was a distant, lost look to her eyes, as if she stared ahead at an unknown target. Her movements were sharp, precise, to the point. Efficient would be the word Lirka might use to describe her, as she would appear on the holocam. Yet, even still, she moved in such a strange manner, without adjusting her head she could maneuver around, past, and through the corridors. In Alana's own mind however, nothing felt amiss, nor was amiss.​

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Simply put, she was summoned by the Slavemaster General, and that was her only goal, reaching the woman. She would enter into Lirka's office, helmet tucked under her arm, standing at attention, that distant look still to her red eyes. "Private Calloway, reporting as ordered." She said, her voice monotone, eyes slowly blinking. There was a person inside alright.​

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Now, she awaited the reply of the Slavemaster General, and if Alana held any deep fears, it would not seem to be on display at this current moment.​

 

[Lirka Ka]

Lirka was a massive, foul, creature. Looking closer to that of a war droid than a creature of flesh and blood. Evidently her combat record had been great: for her blank-faced helm was covered in repairs, get cracks across its visage like that of a broken pane of glass.

The eye lenses of her helmet watched every move that Alana Calloway did. Precise. Droid like. The Empire really had done on a number on her, and Lirka pondered for a moment if this would all be naught. Would this girl really be all that much better than the strand-cast garbage she had gotten used to working with the Kainate? But as they say, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Once the monstrous Slavemaster spoke, her words hummed out like a machine, distorted to hide just whatever laid beneath that armor.

“Private.”

She gave the woman a small nod of acknowledgement, clawed fingers scrolling through a data pad.

“You have caught my eyes, private. Your training records are impressive, and your bought in the Outer Rim shows you have already experienced the work I so desire.”

She put down the pad, blank metal staring at the soldier before her. Just what sort of killer could she mold this girl into?

“But I must know, warrior. Do you cower at the dirty deeds that must be done to keep this Empire alive? Could you bare to see a world burn, or a city shackled and feed to the war machine?”

A loaded question. But Lirka wanted to see just how far this conditioning went.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Keep Them In Line​

Tags: Lirka Ka​

Armor:
S-6 "Eclipse" Class Legion Combat Armor

Weapons:
HG-88 Big Iron
SD-L1 Long Blaster
HESTIZO-201 "Silverrain" Vaccine
1 x VB-113 "Tidefall" Class Vibroblade
Gear:
G1 Omni Link

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The entity before her may have terrified her once, long ago. Yet now, Alana seemed almost bored at the display before her. The question asked, in times past, would have provoked a sly comment from her. One that would have provoked the Slavemaster General into attacking her.​

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Regardless, her conditioning remained in place. “Fear is an emotion, and there in by, irrational. Emotion blocks the flow of thought. Delay of thought leads to death. There is only action, all else is obsolete. If more is requested to fuel the fires of the Empire, then it will be taken, and thrown upon the pyre. It is my role to do, not to question, Slavemaster General, ma’am.” She said promptly, remaining in place, her body didn’t seem to move at all as she spoke.​

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Her red eyes continued to look towards Lirka, body making the smallest of adjustments as she stands there.​

 

[Lirka Ka]

Underneath that mask, Lirka couldn’t help but grin. My, the Empire did good work. Lirka may have even appreciated the comments, a bit of spice kept the Empire interesting. But an obedient solider was a useful one at the end of the day.

Emotionless creatures were the easiest to push to atrocity, and Lirka needed atrocities.

“Then consider this a rare opportunity to answer a question, Private. I believe you have the soul I require, the soul of a murderer.”

Reaching down to one of the many compartments hidden within her suit, Lirka pulled out a simple metal puck with the symbol of the Kainate emblazoned upon it. Putting the thing down onto the desk with a clink of metal. Lenses locked onto Alana Calloway as she hummed out her question. The million credit question for if this was going to be a waste of time or not.

“Would you like to become something greater? A murderer’s soul is wasted here. I offer to you a chance to join our Eternal Family, to become Kainite. A place among my entourage, I have a need for warriors.”

Most of her entourage were long dead now, burned away in her long absence in Wild Space. She needed new meat to fill the slot, and Strand Cast were a loathsome thing no better than droids. Perhaps this girl could rise to join the ranks of the Strong, or Lirka would simply herald her to a grizzly death as she had so many other unfortunate military prospects.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Keep Them In Line​

Tags: Lirka Ka​

Armor:
S-6 "Eclipse" Class Legion Combat Armor

Weapons:
HG-88 Big Iron
SD-L1 Long Blaster
HESTIZO-201 "Silverrain" Vaccine
1 x VB-113 "Tidefall" Class Vibroblade
Gear:
G1 Omni Link

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There was an offer being placed before Alana, one that she did not know what all it entailed. She didn’t have to, because at the core, it was was not an offer. It was a command. Give more to the Empire, or die. It was a step up upon the stairwell of conquest. She would gain more prestige, more honor, more power to carve a gash through her foes in the empire. A way to serve, and be worthy of the service she had found herself into.​

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All that would be asked of her, was her life.​

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It was a simple trade.​

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Bending a knee, Alana prostrated herself before Lirka. “I am honored to be given this chance. Allow me to be at your disposal.”​

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In a past life, Alana would have fought tooth and nail to have died rather than swear fealty to another. Let alone Sith. But that woman had been out away, a long, long time ago.​

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Head bowed, eyes concealed by her snow white hair, Alana awaited the words of Lirka,​

 

[Lirka Ka]

That was the grand trick of it all, the veneer of service to Empire to trick a soul that could never truly deny into service to Lirka herself. Lirka the manipulator, the liar, the power-hungry metal freak. Whose ambitions would see her rise as mighty as any Sith: at least…that’s what she hoped.

Lirka rose from her seat, towering to her full mechanized height. Heavy metallic footfalls following as she approach the kneeling form of Alana Calloway looking down at the warrior for a moment before letting the first command thunder out of her distorted voice.

“Rise, Warrior.”

Clasping her hands behind her back, Lirka making her way to the door. Another outcast drawn into her net, perfect.

“Follow. We shall make for my warship, and we shall have you equipped properly. You shall bare the mark of the Kainate with pride and you shall serve the Eternal Father through me. And I will get you accustomed to our dark deeds.”

Good. Something other than a strand cast could join the raids, and after that, when it would be but them trapped in the void of space? She could just how much of the scum she could eke out of this pitiful creature.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Keep Them In Line​

Tags: Lirka Ka​

Armor:
S-6 "Eclipse" Class Legion Combat Armor

Weapons:
HG-88 Big Iron
SD-L1 Long Blaster
HESTIZO-201 "Silverrain" Vaccine
1 x VB-113 "Tidefall" Class Vibroblade
Gear:
G1 Omni Link

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She would rise as Lirka commanded. She looked to the metallic warrior, face as placid as ever. She watched Lirka move past her, and at being told to follow, she would do so. Her foot falls falling line behind Lirka, unsure what the future would hold, other than another path to power was now offered to her. Dark deeds, the idea of which being so vague, didn't cause any alarm in the mind of Alana. She couldn't imagine herself caring, and how could she? There was no need to care, only doing what one was told. It was simple as that.​

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So she followed Lirka, placing her helmet back over her head, covering her Echani features under the metal suit one more, as she sunk further into the darkness of her new masters.​

 

[Lirka Ka]

Soon, the sight of the dungeon ship came into view. A great black block looming over this world, hanging in atmosphere. Evil radiated from that thing, a beacon of evil dubbed “Shackles of Ambition” a name without its own hints of irony. For what was Lirka Ka if not shackled by ambition?

A herald of new beginnings for one Private Alana Calloway whose mind too fractured to know the madness she was walking headlong into. The orderly life of the Legion would crumble in those dark hauls, where misery hung heavy in the air. A place of brutal meritocracy, of Marauders and Raiders masquerading as though they were honest Imperials. A place where Lirka could turn this girl into the murderer she needed to command.

Where she could embrace the outcasts and fiends of this empire with arms wide open, their Eternal Mother to guide them along the path to damnation, to forge more of the Strong to stand by her side.

For in that damnable place, there would be but one master. Not fate. Not the Force. Not the Emperor, nor even Carnifex.

Just Lirka Ka, Murderer, Liar, Scum.