Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Jun 12, 2018 1:46:16 GMT -8
Ships piled into the docking bay like white on rice. The cat collecting commissions on this babe made a killing. Factoring in the outrageously heavy tips the man could retire comfortably if the place was burnt to cinders today
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Lámh Dhearg Manaan
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Jun 12, 2018 2:11:28 GMT -8
The Red Hand exited in a neat orderly fashion and stood as such
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 12, 2018 2:16:09 GMT -8
An Tiarna stepped out, lit a cigarette & looking around casually. Given his reputation in the underworld it was almost surprizing that a ticker tape parade was not held to celebrate his appearance. Cold eyes suddenly becoming sub-polar blue he muttered
-An Tiarna-
"That little snake...."
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Luca
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Post by Luca on Jun 12, 2018 3:14:03 GMT -8
The movement to and fros so delicate, particularly when speaking of such numbers, lie somewhere between an art form or an unmitigated disaster…. And here they were. Luca was a hardened soldier of many a year. One thing that he had learned of many was that pits that made a living off honest criminals, thugs and terrorists attracted another species like flies to dead meat. Rats. And among the criminal element that was rivalled by but two words, which he would rather leave to the imagination. To call a man such was dangerous ground least one be wrong. But Luca made his life from being careful, and as such the air a particular individual standing on the platform gave off was telling…. He slipped the blade subtly from side and thrust it between the the third and fourth rib on the right side, giant left hand muzzling the mouth. He smiled wide as the body convulsed, turning the man, blade falling out of hand and body to the ground, and pulling his dying corpse into a warm embrace, then in this dance tucked the inert body into an industrial garbage bin. Places like this attracted rats in droves. Luca had watched the Old man leave and now started the task of organizing the animals - quietly - then moving all here to there
Jis mind worked at the math. Two platoons of troops. His mouth dropped as he mentally calculated the number of offspring of the ape involved here. He tackled this equation in his head. Then we have animals? After that our people. The older crew. This going over quietly should be hysterical he thought. Outwardly he laughed. Two young thugs turned to the man apparently laughing at his own jokes but somewhere between the horrific vacancy in his eyes, the dangerous air about him that near stank and his sheer size they reconsidered and kept any opinions that they may have held to themselves. He barked at the two platoons as a if two individuals. Her froze on tearing them new cornshoots and spoke polite but firm
-Luca-
"You! Ya, you! Keep up appearances; way I see it this is a service station and Palatine had to use the Lou. Understand?"
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Twi'leck Triplet Dubh
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Jun 12, 2018 3:46:11 GMT -8
And so it began, the trickle down slow. First Shakk’s head thrust out exit of a Wayfarer. Then she fell to her face on the ground
-Shakk-
“What the fu….”
And Alem came behind her followed by Gid. As if a scent hound following a bleeding deer they moved straight along on the path An Tiarna and followed
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Michael Collins
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Post by Michael Collins on Jun 12, 2018 4:02:42 GMT -8
Collins was next and suddenly what appeared a small plane exiting turned into what looked more similar to the Allies storming Normandy. Collins masterfully welcomed, assured then directed the crew from the ship. All were silent and orderly. Collins quickly escorted them from the ship towards the place An Tiarna had went to. Collins did the numbers game like no other. In a short time the flood was dealt with and none left behind. Now for the animals. If Collins was remembered by many for murder it would be his skill at organisation those close would recall most. The cows were herded effortlessly, thanks to the hounds, who shepherded them straight to the old man and the swine followed. Strong hands made the movement of personal artefacts and an ease. The locals could watch. Collins knew that Luca had already dispatched one potential rat, perhaps that would deter others. At any rate they were in a safe place by there standards. Time to hurry up and relax
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jun 12, 2018 4:37:23 GMT -8
Several resounding crashes could be heard from one of the ships. Then a distinct voice spoke
-Ciaran-
"That ain't no horse fool! And she's a damn relative Laoch!!!!"
At that Loach, mounted on Epona strode out the door. Ciaran stormed out behind grabbing Laoch and tossing him violently to the ground. Gasping for breath Loach whined
-Laoch-
"WTF was that for man!?!"
Ciaran dragged Laoch to his feet by his hair then laid a left shoe upside his posterior. And in that way they cussed, smacked, kicked and punched each other over to the rest
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Epona Dubh
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Post by Epona Dubh on Jun 12, 2018 4:41:22 GMT -8
Epona shook off the indignity of Laoch jumping on her back. On a slow trot by Collins she stated
-Epona-
"All he had to do was ask."
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Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Jun 12, 2018 14:18:14 GMT -8
The Lámh Dhearg Manaan having followed An Tiarna and his heir the dreaded Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna platoon herded the rest of the crew after them. Ten men remained guarding over the ships. A constant rotation of watchmen was maintained
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Jun 12, 2018 15:43:24 GMT -8
A mass of bodies meet with the 10 now guarding the ship and begin packing personal artifacts in mass. They board and a group of ships depart with speed
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Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Jun 12, 2018 15:50:19 GMT -8
A mass of troops arrive and they too pack ships. Those guarding the vessels are relieved and join with them. Several smoke grenades explode. The noise is masked with that around the docking bay and combines with that already present from ships. All, including the guard depart, leaving but three inconspicuous vessels behind
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 14, 2018 2:05:20 GMT -8
An assortment of Togorian Rangers and humans flood the hanger. They are orderly and quite. Three Wayfarer are removed and exit quietly into the asteroid belt
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jan 4, 2019 3:52:17 GMT -8
A battered YT-1300 Corellian light freighter quietly entered the Crow's nest. Communication between the ship and hanger was minimum and all of such was conveyed silently. The freighter came to rest in the fabled docking bay 94. Engines powered down and all but life support systems remained running. Glen Frey singing Smuggler's Blues could be heard faint over the PA
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Rhiannon Danu
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Jan 4, 2019 4:09:16 GMT -8
Rhiannon watched as they set down adjacent to the YT-1300 light freighter. She collected her thoughts but spoke not a word
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jan 4, 2019 21:49:32 GMT -8
Boland, with all set as desired on the deck, stood and snatched Maureen up. She did not resist only watching his face attentively. The hatch opened and he exited. The raven flew after the pair with Grace in tow. A new day dawned
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jan 4, 2019 21:55:03 GMT -8
Kieran was on his feet before Boland stood. Watching closely the big man drew his pistol and followed closely behind the group. Laoch too coolly stood, left hand tossing back long black hair, his right unbuttoned coat and he too drew his pistol and followed carefully
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Jan 4, 2019 22:01:41 GMT -8
Cued by Boland's move, Rhiannon departed her shuttle. She turned to speak then stopped herself. Things were changing rapidly and this her new family walking ahead was making all else insignificant. The feeling was equally binding and liberating in a single stroke. She followed cautiously, always alert
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Post by Briget Nommad on Jan 9, 2019 20:46:17 GMT -8
Brigit had all but disappeared as she sat in the cargo bay of the Utopic Vulture playing with the hardware she had accumulated, which now included that which she had lifted from Dagobah. Sitting back she cast sweat from brow with her right hand. Looking at the new HK-47 assassin droid and T3-series utility droid
her mind wandered
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jan 15, 2019 20:43:30 GMT -8
Kieran and Laoch followed the group closely. When they all had entered the hanger Kieran took charge. Taking Rhiannon by the arm he spoke
-Kieran-
"You just follow everybody else - understand?"
Laoch was already at the Jedi's vessel waiting when Kieran arrived. Kieran spoke fast to the shipmates. Slapping one on the shoulder he and Laoch turned and walked back joining their mates. Both ships fired, up lifted off and were gone
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