Orrick Awaud
The Mandalorian Assembly
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Affiliation: Clan Awaud
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Jul 11, 2018 14:42:14 GMT -8
Henoc listened to both the Barabel and his brother speak, he almost laughed at the sight of the barabel choking on his drink he did however stop himself as soon as his brother named their target. Even if he didn't actually speak the target's real name as it was bad luck to do so before a hunt, Henoc know who he meant as he had heard stories about the Butcher of Jabiim for he was also known as The winged demon of Rhommamool and the Demon Admiral of the first order. Henoc's only thought was what did he just sign up for. "I assume you have some sort of plan to lure him out and an idea on how we will actually capture him."If Henoc was being honest with himself he would have to admit that he would almost prefer hunting several sith instead of The butcher of Jabiim. Plucking two drinks off of the passing server droid, he slid one over to his brother. Knocking back the drink, he set the glass down and grinned."As a matter of fact, I do."Thumbing a button on his wrist tac-pad, he forwarded the coordinates to an abandoned space station."You've just been sent coordinates to where we'll be doing this. Stock up on weapons, ammo and fuel. I'll explain more once we've gathered there. I have to go round up some help..."With the destination set, all Orrick would have to do is round up his 'help' and inform his employer. Hopefully both Erpon and Henoc would take his advice on stocking up seriously, as they'd need every bit of firepower they could get their hands on...
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Henoc Awaud
The Mandalorian Assembly
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Affiliation: Clan Awaud
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Post by Henoc Awaud on Jul 11, 2018 19:43:22 GMT -8
Downing the drink that Orrick slide to him, then looked at his wrist tac-pad. Henoc looking at the coordinates smiled, as the coordinates lead to an abandoned space station that warriors of the Awaud clan used as a remote hideout from time to time. The Space station was located somewhere in the Instrop sector. Henoc stood up and placed his helmet on his head. As he walked away he turned his head.
"I'll see both of you there. I'll make sure the place is visitor friendly."
As he continued his way back towards his ship, Henoc had no idea which clan member would have used the station last and what kind of state it would be in. Henoc also wanted to make sure that the automated defences that his father, Harnoc Awaud, had installed were still functioning. Well functioning a the best they could seeing as Harnoc had installed them decades ago, and that some other Awaud members have gave a few upgrades to them. If the defences turned on he would be pleasantly surprise. Henoc walked out of the Red shift, leaving his brother and the barabel to finish discussing anything that still needed to be discussed
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Yusanis Kae
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Post by Yusanis Kae on Jul 14, 2018 18:20:10 GMT -8
Yusanis frowned as he sat at the bar. It was time to make a decision, that much he could sense. Trouble was, he had no idea what the best course of action was. He had options, certainly but no way of telling which course was ideal. The Force, as usual, wasn't being helpful when he needed it to be, only prodding him to make a choice but seemingly ambivalent as to which choice was made. Moments like this frustrated him, made him doubt his own convictions, or at least reconsider them. An adherent to the Light or the Dark would likely have already been urged to a more specific course of action, but for a Force user like him, someone to preferred to walk a path between the two extremes, things tended to get muddled and he was hesitant to open himself up to the Force further for fear that the Seekers still were on the station. At least, that was the excuse he gave himself. He didn't believe it though. Couldn't, really. It was difficult to lie to oneself.
With a sigh of resignation Yusanis let himself relax into the tides of the Force. The Dark was stronger than the Light on this station, as he expected. The whispers and promises of power and control assailed him and he did his best to let them slide by. He knew the truth of those promises... the ruin they led to. Still, the temptation was difficult to ignore, especially since some of them urged him to seek the group that he had sensed would soon depart, if only to know more. The Light... it's influence so small in this place seemed to urge the same, and oddly enough for the same reason; to know more.
As Yusanis let his awareness focus once more on his surroundings he let out a huff. It seemed he had a course to take. Now came the follow through... how to approach them? Well, he wasn't to fond of ignoring the bantha in the room anyway, so straightforward it would have to be. Assuming he didn't stumble over his words or say something to invite a blaster, it might even be only slightly unpleasant. Standing from his seat, Yusanis turned his head to face the table where the group was gathered, a grimace contorting his face. Perhaps it would be best to wait by the door...
Decision made, he strode to the door, weaving between tables with ease and earning a few curious looks from the patrons who saw only a blind man navigating the room as if he see.
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Post by Erpon Saris on Jul 14, 2018 20:21:08 GMT -8
Nodding in agreement as the coordinates were sent to him, Erpon finished his drink and rose from his seat. Paying for his drinks, he proceeded to leave the Shift and head back to his ship. Once he was at his ship, it was time to contact an old friend and see if he was interested in lending aid on this assignment.
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Liya Tawaza
The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Liya Tawaza on Jul 22, 2018 18:57:38 GMT -8
She turned quickly from Aedon and stood up throwing her arms around Liya. That was wholly unexpected. “Bantha poodoo.” I hissed softly in her ear as she forcibly hugged me. “What makes you think I ever wanted to see you again?” I flipped my right wrist as I awkwardly accepted the hug, so that she could feel the holdout blaster in my sleeve press against her back, just for a second. “We did a few gigs, you screwed an op, we went our separate ways, end of story.” The anger was real, and her purpose in distracting me was achieved before I even realized what was happening. I knew the answer to my own question the moment I asked it. She was here as backup for someone else, probably Draykon, and her act had been just that --- an act to distract.I forced a smile onto my face for outward appearances’ sake, then pushed her away in just such a half-angry, half-playful shove that hopefully even Isabelle would wonder about my true feelings. But I didn’t blow her cover, either. “Five years!” I said, this time loudly enough for everyone to hear, as I attempted to hold her shoulder at arm’s length with my left hand. “Five fracking years, and suddenly you act like we’re somehow best friends again?” I glanced at Daniel as she addressed him, my eyes darting from the scientist to the thief. “The Doctor?” The look on my face shifted from anger to a combination of amusement and confusion as I pondered her apparent assumptions about our passenger. Apparently he was more of a celebrity than I realized. “He may look like a Mon Cal on Tatooine, but he’s paying us for the full Outer Rim experience, and I may have to raise his rate after tonight.” If Isabelle remembered anything at all about our time working together, and the unstable and violent person I had been back then, she would know better than to make any further insinuations about my relationship with Logan. In fact, it was quite the shock that she's dared to surprise me with a hug. Either she knew more about my recent changes than she was letting on, or she'd acted on pure impulse and totally ignored sound tactics. Come to think of it, that was exactly the Isabelle I remembered. But I wasn’t going to be baited into a game of "is he your boyfriend." It was time to get back on mission.Turning my attention back to the table, I saw that Karana was examining both data discs in stunned silence. Throwing caution to the wind, I shoved my way onto her side of the booth’s bench seat, pushing Malora into Draykon and almost pushing Draykon off the other side. “What have we got?” Finding out the truth about Fel was all that mattered now. Old grudges seemed dull and unimportant. Isabelle needed to be handled, sure, but she could wait.Malora didn’t answer for a moment, and I glanced at her in surprise, only to see a slack, stunned, vacant look on her face, as if she had seen a thousand jekk ghosts floating across the bar toward her. I waited, each moment feeling like an hour, my skin almost crawling as my danger instincts registered the amount of exposure we were receiving. Thank the Reach, that same apprehension seemed to break over Malora just as I began to consider physically scooping her up and taking her “home” to the privacy of the Red Cred, and she deposited the discs in the safest place she had.It was time to find somewhere less exposed. “Can we go somewhere?” It was blunt, lacking her usual verbal swagger and directed at no one in particular. “Too crowded in here, and we’ve got a lot to talk about. All of us.” I nodded, and looked at the others."Actually, that doesn't sound like a half-bad idea. I've got a place, if you guys want the privacy." “Lead the way. But I don’t have to warn you. None of us are in the mood for any more surprises.”
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Adrien Draykon
Retired High Councilor
The Smuggler King
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Jul 24, 2018 19:45:23 GMT -8
There was a lot going on around the Red Shift and the focal point was quickly becoming this group, Adrien looked around the bar noticing the increase in curious stares. "Yeah, good idea." He said to Karana and then nodded at Silas to let him know it was time to go. It was clear that there was some other interest coming from the bartender but Adrien wasn't quite sure what it was just yet but he supposed it didn't matter right then. He turned to Purps as he offered his place up for a spot but Adrien had other plans. "No thanks Perry. I've got a place we can go." He looked squarely at Liya, "No surprises." He said with a cocky grin.
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Orrick Awaud
The Mandalorian Assembly
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Affiliation: Clan Awaud
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Aug 14, 2018 16:55:59 GMT -8
Watching the others leave, Orrick knew what needed to be done. Finishing up his drink, he paid his tab and left, making his way out of the Shift, towards the docking area where his ship was located.
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jan 4, 2019 22:49:29 GMT -8
The walk from the hanger to the celebrated Red Shift was uneventful. Boland sauntered into the establishment carrying Maureen. Taking a seat casually he set the girl down. Maureen sized the place out wide-eyed as Grace sat to the left of Boland and The Raven landing on her right shoulder. He watched everything and was set to obliterate anything that gave off any appearance of a threat. The child took a seat between the two adults
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jan 4, 2019 22:54:26 GMT -8
The bizarre quartet were trailed every step of the way by Kieran and Laoch, senses alert and guns drawn. The pair strolled in immediately following the foursome. Taking up posts behind the others they set guns on the table and observed attentively. Backs to the wall they sat on guard
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Rhiannon Danu
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Jan 4, 2019 23:03:33 GMT -8
Rhiannon was the last to enter. Taking a seat at the table to the right Boland and family she watched. Motley crew indeed! Rhiannon was cool as ice but her heart beat at a pace it had not reached in many years. Meeting this gaggle of lunatics could not be merely tossed off as chance. No this was destiny. Of this the old Jedi master was convinced. Each tiny step they took so carefree and wild she found almost intoxicating. Freedom. Odd word. A sly smile passed the woman's face as a drink was set before her -Rhiannon- "Thank you...."
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jan 8, 2019 21:24:15 GMT -8
The cantina was a bustling with action. Humanoids of all variety were waited on by human and droid servants. W-7 service units mixed and scantily clad humans took orders. After Boland engaged in some casual harmless banter with a blue Twi’leck she departed. In a snap the woman returned aided by a droid. They set out a triple shot of Rodian splice in front of Boland, an elegant glass of red wine facing Grace and a soft drink for Maureen was on the table. Three dishes of tapa were also set out. The Raven, seated on Grace's left shoulder eyed up the food for several minutes before swooping down, snatching a salt n' sour warra nut then returning to his post on the woman's arm. The menacing Cú Faoil, habitually overlooked despite his formidable appearance, sat at Maureen's side
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jan 9, 2019 1:29:07 GMT -8
A waitress approached but before she could speak Kieran bellowed -Kieran- "Make that two tall stout and something to snack on." The servant bowed and complied. Laoch and Kieran sat quietly observing the scene, weapons in clear sight
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jan 9, 2019 23:04:46 GMT -8
Grace sat nursing her drink. Things were moving. Where exactly she didn’t know but they were moving. She heard the gossip bouncing around the cantina as loose lips sunk ships. Eyes thinned for a moment as she wondered about how bizarre it was that places such as this where one would take for granted that mum would be the word proved to be a rich bounty of information. Eyes turned to Boland for a moment. Then her gaze caught Rhiannon for a flash. Grace didn’t need capture the others in with her eyes as a mental picture formed. A image formed in her head and a malevolent grin crossed her face. Deftly slipping a pack of cards from her left chest pocket she spoke in a cheery inviting voice -Grace- “Maureen love! Come here to me!” The child, having wandered a few dangerous paces away was mesmerised by cows of villainous rift-raft who called this dank putrid booze can home, turned to Grace’s call and ran over taking a seat in front of the woman. Wide eyed she listened. Grace smiled -Grace- “Maureen…. I want you to learn some new tricks. Ok?” Maureen nodded enthusiastically -Maureen- “Can I shoot things?” An instant response rang out -Boland- “Is that a question?” And that in turn was shot down in flames -Grace- “Don’t encourage her!” Turning attention back to the girl and began -Grace- “Blowing things to pieces is easy…. We’ll look at some more subtle moves.” And it began The Raven sat still and observed and the massive dog that had been trailing the child settled down at her side
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jan 10, 2019 19:32:52 GMT -8
At the back of the establishment sat the boys. Kieran’s right hand on chin sat stoic as Laoch shifted crossing right leg over left than left over right. At last Kieran snapped -Kieran- “Would you mind sitting still for a moment!?!” The other started responded -Laoch- “How long exactly are we sitting here?” Head shaking and lips tightening Kieran spit out this short counter -Kieran- “As long as it takes....” Laoch shrugged shoulders, lit a cigarette and went back to figgiting. Left hand falling on on chin Kieran but for the movement of his left holding a cigarette sat a rock of stone
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jan 10, 2019 19:39:47 GMT -8
Morrígu, or Grace as she used to me more sensitive to those utilising the Common tongue, turned to Boland -Grace- “We need consider how to practically finance this transient lifestyle we live as An Lucht Siúil.” The words settled on Boland’s ears but he did not answer immediately. Maureen sat watching the the man intently. She was ingesting everything and learning fast. Looking around the room Boland’s eyes at long last met those of Grace -Boland- “Has passed my mind too – a lot.” He turned away and went back to his drink. Maureen sat observing. The Raven on Grace’s shoulder also watched. And once again he had to hold back the desire to summarily incinerate the lot of them. Maybe not the girl but the woman and man? Definitely. The Raven gazed momentarily at the dog. Oh yes, that bundle of he fur would fry first. And on the thought of cooking the three alive The Raven was overwhelmed by a brief moment of joy. Grace’s lips opened to respond but the man spoke first -Boland- “Just take a look at what lies before us wide open to use....” Lighting a cigartte he continued -Boland- “And we may well not be large in number but we far from suffer in terms of strength.” Grace held back her words, lit a cigarette and fell back into thinking. Lying at the feet of the child Cú Faoil, graced by the nature of being a sighthound sat scanned the room. Sensitive ears listened closely
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Rhiannon Danu
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Jan 10, 2019 22:41:23 GMT -8
Rhiannon sat quietly and listened. Setting down her drink and taking a deep breath she smacked her forehead then burst out -Rhiannon- "We have so much that lies before us!" Looking coolly at the pair the ancient Jedi asserted in a slow cutting voice -Rhiannon- “And we’re apt to miss it completely with you two rambling on endlessly defining just what we are….” With a smile she turned back to her own table
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jan 11, 2019 22:12:18 GMT -8
Boland 's gaze tore through Rhiannon and rage filled his heart but the feeling was fleeting. He did not respond to the Jedi but did mumble a few words to Grace -Boland- "She's got a point - you realise that - right?" Grace's spine stiffened with the sharp words from the Jedi. She nodded to Boland but said nothing Maureen sat practising the tricks Grace was showing her. She'd use them. Full stop! She heard the old woman speak. The Jedi lady. The lady enveloped by a bright radiance. This glow was clearly visible to the child on account of the acute sensory ability that she possessed quite naturally. What had been said by the woman peaked Maureen's interest. Something more was behind the words too. Something personal lie deep inside Rhiannon's mind. Something unspoken. And something about Maureen. The child entered the old Jedi's mind and read as if it were an open book. There!The poor girl would grow into a wrinkled old hag if those two idiots don’t get off their asses and do something! That Maureen plucked effortlessly from the mind of the Jedi. Maureen delicately broke off the dance into the inner though of the ageing woman. She sat waiting in anticipation for the next move by Boland and Grace. Maureen had grown to place her trust entire in the hands of these two. Still that was shaken, be it only slight, by the vision the child had captured in the window of ancient Jedi scholar's soul. Maureen did not wish to grow into a wrinkled old hag.... Nor did she wish to stay any longer here in this spooky place. Or did she? The girl's brows pursed as she struggled internally. Indeed there was an odd comfort here in this dank poorly lit den of thieves. To be sure it stank of booze, vomit and desperation yet.... something was familiar. Comforting? And just like that she shrugged the whole mystery off and once again went back playing with the deck of cards Grace had set down on the table. Grace and Boland would figure it all out Cú Faoil too could hear the talk. Moreover the massive hound felt the emotion in the air. He looked around menacingly. The hound saw nothing around them that couldn’t be easily chewed up. Head jerking back he noticed that the girl was fine. But something was up, so the beast laid quite still but prepared himself to move – like lightning Sitting almost motionless on Grace’s shoulder The Raven waited. He was timeless and as consequence the notion of time, so central in the material plane, meant little if anything to The Raven. That said, he was not beyond boredom. And watching this pretty scene ripped straight out of some cheap trailer trash romance novel was not helping. It was unbearable!!! Soon. Soon. The Raven calmed himself with the vision of Boland rendered to but a heap of synthetic ash. Yes.... Soon... soon. Then I fry him - again. The mental image calmed The Raven
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Amadan Dubh
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Post by Amadan Dubh on Jan 12, 2019 21:54:25 GMT -8
Sitting several tables to the left of Grace and Boland a nervous looking young man sat behind a drink watching. Gonn Aphuke by name. Gonn Aphuke was an odd character. A graduate of the esteemed Rhinnal State Medical Academy, Aphuke was nothing short of brilliant. Unfortunately he was also prone to substance abuse and acquired an addiction to alcohol and death sticks. This led to his being fired from a succession of jobs and to make short of the long he found himself a wanderer, applying his knowledge to a less than savory lifestyle. Aphuke had another appetite that he spoke of to none. Sitting quite comfortably among the wastes of the universe found in the Red Shift a certain character caught the eye of Aphuke. A smile crossed his face. He looked at the two adults arguing. Then his eyes fell on the old woman sitting at the table beside them. But Aphuke’s gaze fixed on what he desired most – the little girl. His mind raced. Just three adults - some broad arguing with her tank of a boyfriend. Bimbo and Bullet-head. And then there was Gramma sitting beside them. Then came the pests, pets or whatever they called them. The annoying parasite on the broad's shoulder and the dopey looking mutt lying at the foot of the kid's chair. Aphuke's right hand caressed his chin and he took a drink
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jan 13, 2019 0:20:00 GMT -8
As Grace and Boland sat face to face debating what the next move would be. Where, how and indeed what they were to do had the two captivated. Sitting on the woman’s shoulder Fiach Dubh’s eyes locked on the child. He could see something on the rise, many things actually, but something particular to the child. Just what that something was escaped The Raven and in a rare moment of blind contemplation he lost sight of the moves around him Maureen slipping from her chair waltzed across the floor. And there she was standing before a young man. The girl innocently took a seat -Maureen- “Hello.” A broad smile passed her lips As the girl moved every muscle in The Hound’s body stiffened but it moved not a centimeter
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Amadan Dubh
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Post by Amadan Dubh on Jan 13, 2019 0:22:14 GMT -8
The young man’s eyes lit up and a wide inviting smile grew on his face -Aphuke- “Well hello dear…. Sit down.” Right hand sweeping past the chair in front of him. Reaching out with his left he offered a glass, slyly dropping a capsule into the drink -Aphuke- “Please… tis but juice.”
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