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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Aug 9, 2018 0:11:39 GMT -8
Standing outside the Utopic Vuture Kierian and Laoch waited. Impatiently
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"We wait.... Then the first one that gets in range."
Wide smile crossing over his face
-Kierian-
"I'm capping them."
Laoch put a lid on the cliched "Not if I see them first" simply by not responding to the bait but felt it nonetheless
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 9, 2018 19:44:23 GMT -8
The odd crew walked towards their ship. Boland led the way, the Hound at his side. Grace carrying the girl, who still held Grace's finger in her tiny hands, walked along behind
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Aug 9, 2018 22:13:06 GMT -8
Watching as the crew of misfits approached Laoch asking Kierian
-Laoch-
"Which one do we shoot first?"
Left eye cocked Kierian responded by asking
-Kierian-
"Is that a moral question?"
Mouth gape and scratching his head Laoch retorted
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“We have morals?”
Right index finger waving Kierian's mouth opened but no response came. Valuable seconds flew by as the simple spiralled dangerously near a Socratic philosophically debate
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 10, 2018 0:16:02 GMT -8
The old Jedi walked carefully. Ahead she could see the pair of men. The looked like a pair of fighting cocks as they pecked away at each other. Rhiannon stiffed slight preparing herself for a possible confrontation. Beside them sat The Utopic Vulture, the Ford Pinto of the Star Wars universe
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Aug 10, 2018 2:21:10 GMT -8
Smacking Laoch on the shoulder with a right Kierian spoke
-Kierian-
"We need get the beast fired up."
He then flipped the hatch and entered the beast with a nodding Laoch on his tail
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 10, 2018 17:44:06 GMT -8
Grace led the way, Maureen still in her arms. With Boland and The Raven close behind she entered the Utopic Vulture. Once inside they lifted off into the air disappearing into the clouds
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on May 2, 2021 17:37:40 GMT -8
Billeting ahead of the other craft, The Fart in a Windstorm barreled for the surface. Making a suicidal run for the ground they landed quiet safely
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on May 2, 2021 19:45:49 GMT -8
*Another Sentinel slipped into atmosphere quietly. It proceeded to the surface and set down. Colonel O'Dubhui, Sgt Slaughter and 3 Togorian Commando exited. The ceased out the era but we're not aggressive.
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 2, 2021 20:13:35 GMT -8
Another ship, a YT 1300 light freighter entered the Tython sky. It moved down landing beside the two Sentinel. The latch flew open and a child riding a dog bolted out. Hanging on for or life is more accurate. The hound came to a stop at the Sentinels. Grace and Boland exited, hand in hand and they too walked towards the ship
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on May 2, 2021 20:33:13 GMT -8
Morrigan walked off the ship. Looking around she remembered the place. An Tiarna had brought her here years ago. Breathtaking....
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on May 2, 2021 21:59:12 GMT -8
Kieran and Laoch came strutting from The Sentinel. Kieran spoke loudly -Kieran- 'Laoch ain't this charming?' Scratching head Laoch replied with his usual enthusiasm of a thumb tack -Laoch- 'Awe inspiring beauty....' His brother adding to the traveler's guide critique of the planet -Laoch- 'Really have everything here....' Hand gesturing from the natural terrain to the sublime
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 2, 2021 22:22:29 GMT -8
Screeching to a halt The hound looked at the ominous sight in front of him. Maureen, sitting on the back of this monster of a dog, flew as he stopped. -Maureen- "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Thankfully a massive Togorian caught her. Looking at her stunned a bit himself, the commando set her down, petting her on the head with a giant left. Looking up she smiled wide. Then it struck her -Maureen- "We we're here before!" Boland and Grace walked easy but did a eyes wide breath held in big mouths wide open still shots, then ran to the girl, Boland smacking The hound in the back of the head as they moved past it. She was far too excited with where they were to have a care about scraped elbows or stained clothes -Maureen- "Boland! We've been here! And not dead either!" Both adults had index fingers to her lips and eyes the size of saucers. ?The Raven near gagged watching as The hound sagged his tail and nudged Maureen with his nose
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on May 2, 2021 23:41:12 GMT -8
Tython.... Morrigan stood, pistol in her left, right on her hip. Stood and thought. The Old man called Tython Python. Somebody corrected him and his only reply was 'whatever.' Giggling beside herself at that mental image with audio
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on May 3, 2021 10:16:04 GMT -8
*Three Tog Commando, the extant survivors of ten of the massive felines in this twelve man unit, set out field table with to chairs, maps, files, an assortment of equipment from the most basic to high tech portable hardware and four simple chairs fold up chairs. Colonel O'Dubhui and Sgt Slaughter took two seats and began organizing as the area to their desired standard. The colonel rooting through files assorted alphabetically with left hand while toying with data pad with the right spoke -Colonel O'Dubhui- " Just a matter of when...." The sergeant piped up there adding -Sgt Slaughter- "There is the matter of how sir." O'Dubhui nodded* The pipe was silent but the bodhran beat in the backfrop
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on May 3, 2021 11:08:31 GMT -8
Laoch and Kieran stood close to O'Dubhui's table but they did not sit. They were in many ways polar opposite yet in essentials were very much the same. Stepping right foot onto the chair to the right of where O'Dubhui And Slaughter were seated Kieran looked down on the table then up again catching his brother's eyes -Kieran- 'You know I almost wish that The Old man never tripped by that stupid bucket of dirt he built on that lake.' Looking at him with thinned eyes his brother responded -Laoch- 'That would be a lot of lost history....' Left hand gesturing as he spoke -Kieran- 'I don't mean never; I mean this last... occasion. Laoch nodded in agreement -Laoch- 'We wouldn't even be playing this silly game.'
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on May 3, 2021 11:34:46 GMT -8
Walking over quietly Morrigan took the remaining seat at the table, with O'Dubhui on her left, Slaughter to the right and facing Kieran and Laoch on the other side of the table. She spoke simply -Morrigan- "This isn't hard." Brows creasing -Morrigan- We're going to clearly establish what can be done and then do it. " Eyes sweeping the Looking around the barren surroundings she muttered -Morrigan- "How do the cockroaches exist here?" Nodding up at the brothers - Morrigan- "You two look like your in paradise...." Shaking head she returned attention back to the Colonel and his aide -Morrigan- "Let's roll, shall we?" Her question leaving no room for answer
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on May 3, 2021 13:16:17 GMT -8
O'Dubhui nodded in agreement. Slaughter sat the silent observer. The wind was a swirl on the surface of the planet. This made long term existence on the planet next to impossible. The veteran soldier wasted little time on civilities, moving the entire party into the sentinel, The Poetic Buzzard
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on May 3, 2021 16:54:04 GMT -8
Kieran, foot up on chair leaned in listening to O'Dubhui, immediately stepped of the chair and picked it up at the colonel's suggestion and slipping The seat from underneath Morrigan gestured with an Upward nod -Kieran- 'This way sweetie.' Looking at his brother with disgust he bellowed -Kieran- ' Would it kill you pick something up?' He led Morrigan to the Poetic Buzzard. Entering he set down both chairs by a table in the ship. O'Dubhui and Slaughter were organized and seated at a pre-existing arrangement. O'Dubui's Tog Commando were stationed on sentry duty. Plunkett and his six troop joined too. The aged pair of Sean chi, O'Rathallie and O'Maolchonaire, were already onboard, sitting a corner philosophizing and drink a dark brew. Kieran looked around in disgust for his bone-ass lazy brethren but to his surprise Laoch had taken imitative and collected Boland, Grace and Maureen. One less headache thought Kieran. Last to pile on were Plunkett and his six commando. -Kieran- 'Must be nice for a change....' The big man muttered , considering that Plunkett, and by extension his men, tended to at best receive information long after decisions had been made, and generally a watered down version at that. They escaped.all the headache Kieran mused with a smile but in his heart he could not fathom being so alienated. He always preached 'know only What you need to' but here in this precarious position where every decision effected you directly - you needed no a great deal of how things were going down. It was reminiscent of life on the streets and Imperial correctional facilities. There you did not want to know anything about another individuals record of present activities unless these effected you. Here? Every move did effect you, so knowledge was of great importance. Kieran's mind worked a mile a minute as he concentrated on the meeting. In terms of his brother, Laoch may have come off as careless and indifferent yet his experiences and subsequent attitude was much the same. This was revealed in his spontaneous move to secure that cute little girl, her two parent figures nutcases and even that funky crow and filth mutt out of the wind storm. Laoch stood by his brother watching. OoC permission to move other characters so as to save their behinds from transpiring on the surface and all that la de da de da
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on May 3, 2021 18:22:19 GMT -8
Sitting waiting for the colonel to present his findings and proposed response to such was trying to say the least. Such talks were a painful experience in any environment; in this hell it was somewhat ridiculous to suggest that they do this but such dire situations demanded desperate measures. That said she breathed a sigh of relief at the suggestion of moving the whole shindig into one of the Sentinels. She did not protest being handled by Kieran.As she sat up close to O'Dubhui ready for the lecture Morrigan kicked up feet and waited. She thanked The Old man a thousand times enternally for preparing her for the rough side of life by the very existence they lived in. Eyes closings minute she missed the days of old that would never exist again. Opening eyes her gaze fell on O'Dubhui
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on May 3, 2021 19:19:21 GMT -8
*All were now collected in the Sentinel. The colonel knew that these ships could transport better than 50 soldiers comfortably, so it would easily accommodate this meeting. O'Dubhui still waited....
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