Commander Oryon Melan
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Post by Commander Oryon Melan on Dec 4, 2017 6:34:04 GMT -8
The ships under the command of Reinhard Yularen jumped into the Kuat system, before making their way to the great dockyard surrounding the planet. As the battered fleet was being repaired and ordinance was being replaced, Commodore Yularen finally asked Darth Venator to attend him in his cabin.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 4, 2017 16:23:36 GMT -8
A transmission arrives from Imperial High Command. A message was delivered from the office of the Supreme Commander, requesting the presence of Central Commander Reinhard Yularen back to Muunilinst. There were no indications as to why, but it was of an urgent nature.
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Post by Darth Venator(Clone) on Jan 17, 2018 5:02:17 GMT -8
A raider class cruiser baring the symbols of the New empire and first order dropped out of hyperspace. A message had been sent ahead regarding the arrival of Lord Venator, the newest addition to the Empire's ranks, before leaving Muunilist, Nicodemus granted him the title of Inquisitor, with the hint of perhaps being but forth in charge of a new inquisitorial arm of the empire. But like all things worth having it must be earned. The ships Venator had requested where already being readied, armed and manned Four Ardants with a complement of eight hundred troopers total, and 48 Predator class fighters combined. A worthy force for his endeavors. But the jewel of his small task force was just coming into view a Pellaeon Star Destroyer. 2,700 armed and ready troops, another 48 fighters, and armed to the teeth. Ready for anything. "There you are Occsior." He said smiling ruefully. He turned to the officer. "The Pellaeon shall henceforth be called Occsior, as for the Ardants, their names shall be Ravager, Insanis, Mortus, and Eradicator. Dock with the Occsior and inform them of my arrival, also order a paint crew. I am adding a Logo to the ships." The clone smiled ruefully, these ships would be recognized as his own as well as the Empire's he showed the logo to the senior officer who nodded fearfully he knew that Logo anyone older than thirty knew of it a planet surrounded by Razor sharp teeth as though devouring it whole he also instructed him to have black stripes added along all the ships and the Teeth logo added to all five ships. As soon as it was done they would leave in search of the last Jedi Shadows.
Venator was conducted to his new Star Destroyer and he smiled inside, it was perfect as he walked to the bridge, he saw them exchanging the seat for him to a throne like contraption that would befit Nicodemus should he visit and would also contain the clone's bulk. "Sir, I am Admiral Tamber. " The man standing at attention on the bridge said salutin. "I will be at your command." He said smiling, Venator nodded. "Well met Tamber, tell me, are your men combat tested?" Venator asked quietly. "Some yes, most of the troops have seen action in various locales, as has many of the crew but not all we have greens among us as well. " He said proudly. "Good, good, lets go get their hands dirty." He said grinning evilly as he took his seat. Soon prep would be complete and they could be off. He pulled out his data pad and looked it over closely trying to find a pinpoint location of his originator. |
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 2, 2018 0:54:54 GMT -8
A ship crosses peacefully by the fleet in space and a hails are sent from the Wayfarerer to any extent security in general and the yards in particular and the ship disappears into part of the massive ring that surrounds Kuat. The Wayfarer landed and Ciarán & Laoch casually exited, shaking hands with dignitaries and such and all that stuffy nonsense one tends to endure surrounding something so trivial as a surname of note. What any with a drop of common sense could grasp fast was that these were two serious MFs, to put all down bluntly. Laoch addressed some grease monkey rift raft hanging the dock
-Loach-
"Gents! The ship is in need of a nice polish and maybe an oil change. Don't forget the windows."
He tossed the ingrates a fast smile. An officer approached the pair addressing Ciarán
-KDY Reception Officer-
"Might I ask your names?"
Ciaran responded right thumb gesturing to Laoch
-Ciaran-
"This is Deep, I'm Pit and you ain't digging yourself outta this one."
Ciaran passed papers to the man, which he gave a very fast, albeit thorough once over, The man nodded the bizarre answer and spoke low
-KDY Reception Officer-
<<Dubh boys… explains the unique blend of coarse and cultivated….>>
Clearing his throat
-KDY Reception Officer-
<<Your... grandfather….>>
Voice taking on a almost dreamy tone
<<Oh… An Tiarna. The Old man left a mark here – a horrific scar may be more accurate.>>
Even lower
-KDY Reception Officer-
<<Made a few strong friends, as he did many on many a planet I am sure.... and he left a.... biological imprint on Kuat as well.>>
Eyes searching the place he watched all, nodding and gesturing to many
-KDY Reception Officer-
<<He still has confederates here… some... many long his departure to this day.>>
The officer walked them along talking quietly as the moved. Laoch listening close thought. This BS gets richer by the minute
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Lámh Dhearg Manaan
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Jul 3, 2018 1:06:56 GMT -8
A second Wayfarer docks at the KDY. The crew exits and tends to R&R as the ship is maintained. The CO of the vessel searches the surrounds. Speaking to a subordinate the officer says
-CO-
"Find Ciarán & Laoch. They are here."
The soldier nods and gestures to several other troops who fall in with him
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Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Jul 3, 2018 3:06:03 GMT -8
Another Wayfarer passes into the KDY and docks aside two others bearing the same symbol. The drew exits and they man the ship. An officer, fists on hip speaks
-Officer-
"This place is odd... I mean really what exactly is next door here? A 100km? Gotta wonder about the spread. And then there's the depth and height of this place.... Girth? Do you you really want to ask that?"
The men of Lámh Dhearg Manaan were readily identified and approached. Preplanning was further cultivated
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 3, 2018 3:47:50 GMT -8
Ciarán & Laoch returning with the KDY Reception Officer walk into the premeditated move on the KDY. The CO's of both Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna and Lámh Dhearg Manaan are approached and converse transpires. Fast, simple and effective. News of the landing is widely broadcast, quietly and the KDY mammoth falls in line behind old comrades. The old school rears its' ugly head... again. Ciarán spoke -Ciarán - "If only the Old man was alive to witness this, as his blood springs out...." Kuati gather, carefully. Significant movement to and from the ships moves along smooth and constant. Laoch now addressed the CO's, crew and organized inhabitants -Laoch- "We don't give a damn about orbit; let people waste time toying out there. They cannot bomb us; cannot penetrate us, thus cannot move us! Hold your ground!!!"
Here Ciarán cut in forcefully
-Ciarán-
"Freeze lame brain; this is a quite move not some macho idiocy!"
Turning to the group
-Ciarán-
"We are here to speak with you leaders. It will benefit all but don't get stupid."
People listened. No aggressive moves were made in any way but anticipation heightened; these people were taken very seriously
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 3, 2018 4:43:51 GMT -8
Ciarán watched as Laoch spoke. News of the arrival of the Dubh boys continued to be freely communicated across the KDY entire. Laoch accented their intentions and action
-Laoch-
“I… we were told of the words offered to our grandfather by a dear friend and brother, Piteos and I will state these at the end of my declaration here today.”
He looked around nervously but his words were clear and smooth
-Laoch-
“We are making a bold move. A move supported by many here.”
More hoots of approval could be heard
-Laoch-
“You can kill a man, destroy a faction, level a city… or worse.”
He looked to the Kuati masses, his crew, officers then lastly Ciarán
-Laoch-
“But. You cannot destroy an idea.”
The point was clear.
-Laoch-
"But let us not get carried away here; wait and see just what develops."
He smiled then looked to Ciarán, who nodded several times. The climate continued to build among the masses but they calmed considerably
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 3, 2018 6:14:19 GMT -8
Had control of the Kuat Drive Yards h just been seized in a bloodless coup by two men with a handful of people and public support? The suspense mounted |
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The Ten
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Post by The Ten on Jul 4, 2018 19:11:26 GMT -8
The arrival of the Dubh on Kuat was significant and created an fast response. Representatives of The Ten, the aristocratic families of the Kuati people were quickly assembled and organised themselves to speak with the visitors. A table was set up, with all bells and whistles one would expect of a group of pretentious snobs. They took seats and were waited on immediately. Not a word passed between them. A member of note among the party was one Orana Kuat Dubh, daughter of Risi Kaut Dubh.
Around them the mood among the native peoples grew. Two reps of workers on the massive belt encircled the planet were also present in the delegation
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 4, 2018 19:59:19 GMT -8
Ciarán and Laoch approached and sat with the group. The mood was solemn and quiet. Loach thought to himself: These people are freaks. But he said nothing. Ciarán at long last broke the silence
-Ciarán-
“what you have seen… been a most appreciated part of , was a simple statement. No intelligent colonialist is going to just flatten people and rule; that would be stupid….”
Ciarán’s gaze rolled across the group
-Ciarán-
“They are going to demand respect, and we have no need to disrupt that….”
Face hardening
-Ciarán-
“Provided they don’t mess with our business.”
His statement was strong but not threatening and begged a response
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Post by The Ten on Jul 4, 2018 20:10:09 GMT -8
The delegation was quite transparently exceptionally well trained and experienced with diplomacy. Poker faces observed the Dubh boys, without a drop of emotion displayed revealing intentions. Orana Kuat Dubh, a daughter of Risi Kuat Dubh spoke up
-Orana Kuat Dubh-
“I believe that you gentlemen are my cousins….”
Nothing was inviting in her tone and she continued
-Orana Kuat Dubh-
“We are shrewd people, and as consequence have survived as long as we have. What are you offering?”
The question was cold and evidently noncommittal. She stopped and with her colleges awaited
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 4, 2018 20:46:07 GMT -8
The time in the discussion was at the crucial point where it could bog down into an agonizing debate or worse yet simply fall to pieces. Ciarán smelled that like Laoch’s shoes and it left a foul stench. He thanked his Higher Power for the speed of the mood yet was inwardly terrified of the outcome. But his face, his eyes revealed none of this feeling. Here An Tiarna would be proud.
Ciarán smiled at the familiarity. Having little tolerance with beating around the bush and he spoke
-Ciarán-
“An Tiarna is dead.”
He gave the statement scarcely a second to sink before continuing
-Ciarán-
“That I am sure of. Much of the family is dead… or MOA at best.”
Waving his hand and with an eyes now fiercely glaring anybody would expect him to be set to declare war
-Ciarán-
“And this anin’t some derring do guns of the navarone foolishness.”
His stare softening but only slight
-Ciarán-
“But we are going to survive. And that?”
Gaze hardening
-Ciarán-
“And that requires strong associates.”
Sitting back he extended an open right hand
-Ciarán-
“So I am approaching people….”
He stopped there sitting back. If it were An Tiarna saying such the statement would be stronger. Or at least many would believe. In truth Ciarán was being very much his grandfather . The offer of friendship had been made and he waited. Laoch, now playing with a handgun thought intensely: I want chicken I want liver Meow Mix Meow Mix please Deliver. But silly he may be another truth about Laoch was plainly evident: the man was a sociopath and more than capable of physically backing up his insanity
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Post by The Ten on Jul 4, 2018 21:06:36 GMT -8
The members of the group attentively watched the two. Orana's mindset, if not invariably, finely encapsulates the general opinion among the ten Kuati. The mention of An Tiarna's demise was an occasion where she showed emotion, flinching ever so slightly and blinking but she fast collected herself
-Orana Kuat Dubh-
"I... we are sorry to hear of the loss."
Looking down she thought quickly but moved slow and meticulous. She answered
-Orana Kuat Dubh-
"We will help in any way possible."
Her response left little room for misinterpretation
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 4, 2018 21:26:12 GMT -8
The woman’s response was clearly delivered. Laoch, still toying with pistol, heard every word. He also collected the feeling in the words delivered. Broad seemed honest.
Ciarán too listened closely to Orana. He noted her honesty as well. And indeed Ciarán caught the casual emphasis on the words ‘any’ and possible’but he showed nothing revealing in his eyes, simply placing the importance of those two words into his memory. The Old man would be proud of him; Ciarán had much potential. Wasting little time he answered with a smile
-Ciarán-
“Thank you, this has been pleasant.”
Laoch sat up alert as both prepared to leave
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Post by The Ten on Jul 4, 2018 21:42:49 GMT -8
Orana listened. And she quickly and most forcefully responded
-Orana-
“Sit down!”
She turned and barked orders our
-Orana-
“I want these men attended to – now!!!”
Hand brushing over the table
-Orana-
“A cabernet sauvignon… some starters too.”
Looking down to the table
-Orana-
“They’re big boys. Two steak. 12 once.”
Snapping fingers voice now hard
-Orana-
“Chop! Chop!"
The bustle the small woman created was ridiculous. Several bottles of wine were offered to her companions and a triple of whiskey set in front of her. Chatter among the group loosened yet the air of stateliness was preserved. Orana's voice rose up again
-Orana-
"Attend to their crew as well..... Have their ships looked at - properly."
She looked around her at then scene. Exhaling deeply she took a stiff pull from her glass and silently watched
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 4, 2018 21:47:34 GMT -8
The parliamentary side of Laoch's ass hit the chair again scarcely before leaving it. The Broad was serious. Ciarán too, more than a bit obviously shocked sat silently and lit a cigarette. The speed at which they were served was blinding. And they dug in. Laoch thought deeply, about how quickly he could shove this thing back and if he could down that bottle before Ciarán got his greasy hands on the thing Ciarán also thought. But his thoughts were a slight bit more refined than those of his subhuman relative. The woman was obviously cut of the same cloth as they were, and that boded them well. A contact.... This was working just as he wished it would, perhaps better. His eyes fell on the group. Classy was the word he would apply to them. Kuati wore that word well as a species. The woman was certainly cut of An Tiarna's cloth. That made his mind wander to how many other spawn of that monster still lurked through the universe. He settled into eating. Another point crossed his mind: from the woman's last words he surmised that Laoch's brainless ordering around of the men after docking may not have been very effective. Not as he had wished. One thing that he was certain of: after that Orana said move the clunckers they had rode in on would be squeaky clean and purring like kittens. And damn! This steak was good! Looking over without raising his head he saw the glass in front of Orana. And I'd bet all the credits I have on it that she drinks like a sailor. An officer approached -Officer- "Excuse me gentlemen...." An answer was shot back fast -Ciarán- "Yo." The officer continued -Officer- "They want clearan...." Ciaran cut off the statement -Ciarán- "Let them have at it." Without a response the man nodded and gave several other quick nods. Kuati were allowed access to the ships. Ciarán's eyes went hard and caught Orana -Ciarán- "Any problem you get. Any." His words were cool and calm but the intention and will to back them up was unquestionable -Ciarán- "I'll solve it." Laoch nodded agreement. Ciarán's face transformed in a flash as an inviting smile crossed his face -Ciaran- "And the wine and meat is exquisite." He continued eating. Laoch had already annihilated his food and was well into glass three of wine. As his hand reached for the bottle Ciarán stabbed it away with his fork.
As our two not so gallant pirate-heroes inhaled a plate of food and fought over quaffing their liquor the KDY boys had a go at the 3 Wayfarer |
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Jul 5, 2018 2:53:45 GMT -8
Troops remain diligent. A move by a KDY unit on the ship was stopped short by a sergeant
-Sergeant Slaughter-
"Freeze suckers! Put your hands in the...."
He was cut short by a supperior
-Lieutenant-
"Stand down!!"
Turning to the workers
-Lieutenant-
"Feel free gents... but we are watching you."
The KDY took to the ship like white on rice
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Jul 5, 2018 3:13:22 GMT -8
An other KDY crew tackeled the Wayfarer of Laoch and Ciarán and a foreman approached the IF CO
-Forman-
"Uuuumm... are we gonna get shot?"
The IF CO bellowed
-IF CO-
"With an attitude like that we might follow you, if not for our present commitments. "
The CO dropped his voice
-IF CO-
"Just act cool; latter we dump the pair of them."
The Foreman's eyes went like saucers and he soiled himself. The CO bellowed slapped the man on the shoulder
-IF CO-
"T'was a joke man!"
Turning he yelled
-IF CO-
"Get this man some depends!"
The poor shell of a foreman was cleaned up, given a strong drink and a cigarette and his men went to tearing into a total overhaul of the vessel. The foreman spoke
-Forman-
"I worked here when you loons had the place... lovely benefits. Bird every year at Sithmas."
The man took a strong pull from the glass
-Forman-
"Even met the Old man once.... Had a nice talk about family and such. Told my kid had some troubles at school."
The man lit a cigarette
-Forman-
"The principal's shuttle coincidentally blew to pieces the next week, with him in it."
The IF CO slapped the man on the back, laughed and lit a smoke of his own. Nothing like family stories..... He had some of his own. Strangely similar
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Post by The Ten on Jul 5, 2018 4:01:47 GMT -8
The KDY crews went to work on the three ships with a vengeance. Nothing was left unattended to in the overhaul. As they laboured Orana subtly piloted the discussion between Ciarán and Laoch spoke with the group of Kuati diplomats. Orana watched the two and wondered about the tales she’d heard in her youth… what might have been, could have been and how things were. Her gaze fell on her own. The Ten. Majestic sounding no matter how it was sliced. Were they her own? Eyes shooting back to the outlaws she teetered on the fence. Where did she stand? Questions were a good thing, so she had been taught in philosophy class. For a moment she was set to dive head first into the unknown. Inwardly she slapped herself back into reality. Not now, probably not ever she thought. But they were something to observe. And more on line with her place and people they were sound business partners. Nothing huge, just a part of the puzzle within the present framework. "If you can't beat them join them."Cute saying she thought but how her people came at things was "Why fight them when you can use them?'Snapping from the introspection she leaned into observing the social interchange again
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