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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 3, 2021 23:43:41 GMT -8
Kieran watched as Morrigan approached the troops. Not just any troops; those were the creme de la creme of the IF. He muttered* -Kieran- "This is gettin interesting...." * Laoch too watched with interest. At Kieran's words he asked* -Laoch- "What?" *Kieran dismissed the question with a right backhand to the wind. The pair observed. Laoch ran right index finger up right nostril. Pulling back he then investigated the finger. With a disgusted look on face Laoch flicked the finger clean and drew his attention back to the group*
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Apr 3, 2021 23:53:18 GMT -8
*Grace watched as everything played out. Maureen too watched in awe. She looked up at Grace then to Boland. The man lit a cigarette. Catching Maureen's questioning stare he bent scouting her up with a right* -Boland- "The soldiers are on our side too." That seemed enough for the girl. She felt safe with Boland. Ironically anything within a city block of Maureen should fear for their lives . But she didn't understand that. Swinging the child to his left, Boland upholstered pistol. Grace nervously drew a gun. A chain reaction was set in motion*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 4, 2021 0:22:05 GMT -8
*watching everything with keen eyes, Kieran had his gun in hand before Boland had his pulled. Laoch, moving almost in unison with Kieran, trained his gun on Boland*
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 4, 2021 0:29:52 GMT -8
*O'Dubhui and ten Togorian troopers all drew guns and dropped to one knee in a flash*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 4, 2021 0:49:15 GMT -8
*The entire incident was nothing more than the reaction to an action. And as unaggressive as Boland's action was it caused a swift response. In this type of explosive situation Morrigan was quite at home. She yelled* -Morrigan- "Put the toys away!!!" *& with those simple words immense blood loss was diverted*
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Apr 4, 2021 10:22:59 GMT -8
*Plunkett per his men came out from cover, moving in cautiously, weapons trained. Evaluating the situation Plunkett immediately made a gesture with right hand, low at hip. His men dropped their aim to the ground. They moved in an inch at a time*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 4, 2021 10:31:03 GMT -8
*Morrigan did not even break her attention on those she was presently speaking with* -Morrigan- "Welcome to the party Plunkett."
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 4, 2021 11:11:24 GMT -8
*Having all ceased the offensive stance on Morigan's order the troops stood ready. All attention tell on the Red Hand as they approached. O'Dubhui gestured and the troops waited. He approached Plunkett with o offering an olive branch in the form of an open hand, all the while forming a plan to murder them all of need be*
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Apr 4, 2021 11:32:43 GMT -8
*Plunkett took the hanf, shaking it vigorously. Nodding upward was all that was required for the briefing to begin. Lieutenant Plunkett's eyes narrowed as he was briefed nodding at several points. Hand rising to stifle a cough* -Plunkett- "Dead eh? Guess pigs fly now too." * Lips thinning, mouth opened but closed fast. Fists resting on hips Plunkett took a second look around him. Already having determined who to kill first, how with what and what he wanted to eat afterward, Plunkett felt sober as a judge. Left hand gesturing to the scene that surrounded them* "What's next?"
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 4, 2021 12:14:10 GMT -8
*O'Dubhui gestured with a left hand* -O'Dubhui - "Slaughter get over here!" Slaughter stepped forward detailing the entire situation as he had collected. He concluded* -Slaughter- "Manaan is a mess..... SNAFU. Overrun by a group of foreigners." *Nodding at Morrigan* -Slaughter- "Herself is the CO now...." * Allowing that bitter fact to sink in he continued* -Slaughter- we have approximately 30 bodies. We need secure transport and await further orders. " *Men broke out in pairs scoping the entire area. Done in a few hours, the presented the information collected and awaited orders*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 4, 2021 14:05:43 GMT -8
*Everything was spinning out control. Stepping forward into the limelight hiands up in the air* -Morrigan- "Stop!!! Everybody!" *Looking around with head shaking she took a slow deep breath through the nose, exhaling slowly from the mouth* -Morrigan- "Good. I want an exact count of all present, names of commanding officers....." *Eyes touching on her party* -Morrigan- "And the executive party" *Eyes narrowing* -Morrigan- "Including the child and that bloody crow." *Lips pursing she blurted in afterthought, only half joking* "And summarily execute the next lost soul from the IF who stumbles into this little party." *Left index finger pointing* "I want the feasible plans presented to me." * "Eyes sweeping her audience* -Morrigan- "And want this this done immediately. That's all."
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 4, 2021 15:15:18 GMT -8
*O'Dubhui stood and absorbed every word. But a nod from him sent men into action. Sergeant Slaughter ran about like chicken with it's head popped off but with exact intent, taking names here, allocating a task here and another there. It looked like unmitigated madness bt there was method to each move*
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Apr 4, 2021 15:46:48 GMT -8
*For all things going so slow Grace felt drunk watching. So this was what the military and crime syndicates operated like. What a mess she thought. A soldier politely spoke to Maureen* -Trooper- "Dear, could I get your name?" *The child looked at the man as if he were speaking a foreign tongue* -Maureen- "What's yours?" * Boland smiling politely whispered to the child* -Boland- "Shut up honey... or I rip your tonsils out....." *Looking at the soldier* -Boland- "Just direct the questions this way." * The soldier nodded and spoke exclusively to the man*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 4, 2021 16:27:29 GMT -8
*Sgt Slaughter wearily approached the pair. Catching Laoch's eye he asked* -Sgt. Slaughter - "Name?" * Laoch immediately threw a straight left, breaking Slaughter's nose, then catching him by the color pulled the man forcefully into his shoulder* -Laoch- "Are you a cop or a soldier?" * Kieran stepping forward caught Slaughter by the shoulders straightening the man out* -Kieran- "Excuse this baboon, he's a little dull...." * Glaring at Laoch for a second then offered the necessary information regarding himself and his partner in crime. Slaughter nodded and moved quickly away* *Slaughter moved, slapped down and such via OoC permission
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 4, 2021 17:23:44 GMT -8
*Sgt. Slaughter, still tending to a freshly broken snoze with handkerchief, care of Laoch, sauntered up to the woman, saluting and offering the personnel inventory. Morrigan snatched the document, avoiding inquiring about the injury. She looked it over*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 4, 2021 18:17:24 GMT -8
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 4, 2021 18:58:49 GMT -8
*O'Dubhui himself brought the info on ships to Morrigan. They had two Wayfarer and a YT 1300 light freighter. He looked at the woman as she inspected the document. Sitting he opened a drink and lit a cigarette. Next up: Plans. This concerned O'Dubhui but he had trust in Morrigan, as he had in her grandfather. Smiling he remembered the very public face that she had to display. Spokeswoman for the Iron Fists. And he knew of the quiet work too.... The underbelly of a empire. O'Dubhui tripped through this stream of consciousness reflecting on the past, all the while racking his mind considering the here and now. The light freighter was the property of Grace and Boland but they were now in the family business too and as consequence were naturally a part of this wider plan. And that included hauling thi s ggaggle of lunatics across the galaxy. O'Dubhui lit cigarette number... let's say too many of the day. Coughing violently for several seconds he took a long pull from the bottle beside him and another long drag. What next he wondered. Money? Seemed to be sitting quite comfortably in that respect. Feeling a giant palm smack him in the back of the head reached back. Hand meeting flesh he felt nothing but could almost hear the thunderous voice chastising him. Their was never enough $$$. The man muttered asking. -O'Dubhui- "Feed a growing family eh?" Snickering he though that of Morrigan's opinion of this family circus.... Was that Freudian? Dunn Family Circle. A circle that it it grew anymore his gun would lighten the load. Sighing deep then taking another long drag, O'Dubhui wondered of life among the Dubh, cornerstone of Oglaigh na Irandoideana - Warriors of the Iron Fists then chuckled in spite of himself*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 5, 2021 11:15:19 GMT -8
*In a moment harkening to the day of yore, the woman walked towards O'Dubhui, snatching an unopened bottle of champagne from a table, conveniently there to play out this scene, and unceremoniously, correction, very ceremoniously smashed said container of carbonated alcoholic beverage over the head of O'Dubhui. As the blood, booze and glass flew every which way, she declared* -Morrigan- "And with this broken bottle of bubbly I declare said Wayfarer of O'Dubhui, be known from this day forth as The Poetic Buzzard!!!" *Tossing what remained of the bottle aside, which severed the head of an unfortunate housecat stalking by she concluded* -Morrigan- "Ceart!!!" * And there was much rejoicing. Walking back from where she had come Morrigan stood*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 5, 2021 12:16:41 GMT -8
*The pair watched the christening. Laoch asked* -Laoch- "Did she just name that thing The Prophetic Butler?" *Kieran snapped back* - Kieran - "Poetic Buzzard, you moron." * Brows rising* "Carrion bird.... Fitting with the amount of bodies we leave in our wake." *Laoch nodded solemnly*
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 5, 2021 12:21:33 GMT -8
*O'Dubhui was scraped from the ground, propped up in a chair, fresh wounds tended to, drink placed in hand and cigarette in mouth then lit. Now accustomed to such abuse from Morrigan, as he had withstood from her grandfather before her, smoked and drank*
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