Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 15, 2018 1:59:22 GMT -8
Hands falling flat on the table the girl looking at the damage done with raised brows she stood then commenced to topple backward like a tree. Luckily she fell straight into Boland’s open arms. Steadying the girl gently Boland was awarded a sharp smack upside the head as she turned like lightning laying an open right hand across his left cheek. Pulling himself together quick
-Boland-
“What was that for?”
Noticing who it was that she had cracked in the mouth she answered fast if weakly
-Morrígu-
“Ohhh….”
Shaking his head Boland took her by the left bicep with a big hand – firm but gentle – and turned towards the exit. Somewhere between here and there, the Raven perched on Morrígu's right shoulder
-Raven-
"Morrígu is gassed!"
Boland caught the eyes of the manager, an odd, short lumpy character with fiery a comeback for anything, saying
-Boland-
“Well…”
He was cut off sharply
-Manager-
“Well… let me finish that – shall I?”
A sardonic grin growing on the man’s face as he bowled forward
-Manager-
“Some drunk bint dressed to the nines with a face that could stop a clock rolls into the pub I
manage and you drool all over her….”
Mimicking Boland
-Manager-
“Drinks on the house!”
Asking bluntly
-Manager-
“Who exactly is the house?”
Not awaiting an answer to the rhetorical query
-Manager-
“Then at night’s end, after robbing us of a fistful of credits she would, should have paid and slapping you in the chops, you sashay your pretty behind out the door chasing hers – about right?”
Boland responded
-Boland-
“Well, you certainly are in touch with your anger.”
Brushing him off the Manager howled
-Manager-
“Just get out of here fool.”
Then his voice falling solemn
-Manager-
“Good luck and try not to screw this up….”
Boland nodded pulling the girl towards the door. Smiling politely Morrígu waved
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Affiliation: Oglaigh na Irandoideanne - Warriors of the Iron Fists
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 15, 2018 17:33:26 GMT -8
The two passed through the doors of the celebrated bed of drunkenness, bloodshed, and debauchery unceremoniously with no flamboyant verbal élan or physical display and were gone
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Di Fastski
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Post by Di Fastski on Jun 16, 2018 21:04:26 GMT -8
Walking into the Outlander he went to his seat. His seat because nobody would be stupid enough to sit there. He sat. A waiter came up setting a triple shot of Whyren’s reserve in front of him
-Waiter-
“On the house Di.”
Di nodded and sat watching for the man. Not "the man." They were all over the street. Imperials. His man was a different animal
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jun 17, 2018 2:00:44 GMT -8
Entering the Outlander both men instinctively cased the place out.
Di was sitting right in the spot that both knew that he’d be in so the sauntered over and sat both putting their hands on the table
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Post by Di Fastski on Jun 17, 2018 2:01:49 GMT -8
Di waved a hand and both had a shot in front of them. A pair of troopers walked by but he paid no attention. When they were a safe distance away he spoke with a smile
-Di-
“How goes it fellas?”
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jun 17, 2018 2:02:54 GMT -8
Loach remained silent
-Ciarán-
“We’re cool – you?”
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Post by Di Fastski on Jun 17, 2018 2:03:51 GMT -8
Di responded
-Di-
“Never been better; the Imperial presence only makes business flourish.”
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jun 17, 2018 2:06:19 GMT -8
Laoch remained aloof, looking around casually but Ciarán responded with a charming smile
-Ciarán-
“So all rolls well my friend, so it does.”
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Post by Di Fastski on Jun 17, 2018 2:07:25 GMT -8
Di held a poker face taking a sip of his drink and lighting a cigarette
-Di-
“How’s the Old man – hear he’s slippin.”
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jun 17, 2018 2:10:41 GMT -8
Laoch suddenly swung all attention to Di. Ciaran's smile fell from his face replaced with a sinister grin and eyes of fire as he pulled a blaster from his right side laying it on the table. Laoch less than casually unbuckled his right holster keeping his hand inside coat
-Ciarán-
“I beg your pardon?”
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Post by Di Fastski on Jun 17, 2018 2:11:40 GMT -8
Di sat up straight terror suddenly in his face
-Di-
“I was j…just say…. I was…. Uumm… ahh….”
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jun 17, 2018 2:13:00 GMT -8
Laoch held a glare on Di that could melt bread. A smile grew on Ciarán’s face. He allowed Di to pull himself together then spoke
-Ciarán-
“Can see that you’ve had time to re-evaluate what you were saying. Would you like to start again?”
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Post by Di Fastski on Jun 17, 2018 2:14:12 GMT -8
Di breathed in a deep breath. He knew An Tiarna by reputation of course. These two men he knew of too. The distant threat was much less threatening than the one sitting before him
-Di-
“What… I ummm. What I was trying to. Sorry but….”
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jun 17, 2018 2:17:18 GMT -8
Loach relaxed into his drink. Slightly. Ciarán’s gaze did not falter reading nothing but rage. He spoke calm
-Ciarán-
“We’re gonna let this payment slide – charity to the down and out.” Insult served Ciarán stood tossing a paper and access card on the table. Laoch stood with him
-Ciarán-
“Thanks for the drink friend – we’ll see you real soon.”
The emphasis on the last words was telling. Both men slowly walked away
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Post by Di Fastski on Jun 17, 2018 3:11:59 GMT -8
Di sat back in his chair. Sweat was pouring down his face in bullets. But did they say free? Right thumb and index finger brushing his eyes he exhaled deep. What a life. Di took another deep long breath in realizing how close to death he was minutes ago. Then a puzzled expression on face he looked at what lie on the table. A card for a… Wayfarer. Paper with docking bay number. Docking Bay 84. He downed his drink stood and briskly left the Outlander
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zabrak Twin Dubh
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Post by zabrak Twin Dubh on Jun 17, 2018 8:39:24 GMT -8
Bez and Doz turned, disappeared into the club
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Post by Di Fastski on Jun 17, 2018 9:22:48 GMT -8
Di sat with his back to the left wall. His jaw went ajar a touch as the two Zabrak girls walked towards him. Beautiful. They must smell money
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zabrak Twin Dubh
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Post by zabrak Twin Dubh on Jun 17, 2018 9:28:15 GMT -8
They attracted some attention but both ignored the eyes. Lustful, curious or suspicious theu were worried about one thing and one only. And there sitting but at a table by the wall was their mark. Both proceeded with confidence. The girls walked over and sat down. Bez at the right, Doz the left. Without delay Doz caught him in the jaw with a straight right
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Post by Di Fastski on Jun 17, 2018 11:30:01 GMT -8
Di watched them come across the floor… hell they caught his eye walking in the door…. Zabrack. I am not a racist. No I am not. And on and on the mind skipped. Be cool. These girls are hot! Keep cool. Keep cool. They sat. Then he felt the fist hit his jaw and rolled with it but not quite fast enough. He did not lose his seat - or consciousness but she had clocked him. Di rolled with it hand going to his side instinctively but the eye caught a bulge on both women. They were not transvestites; both had guns. He looked at Doz in the eyes, not leaving Bez out of sight
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Post by zabrak Twin Dubh on Jun 17, 2018 11:34:16 GMT -8
Bez sat with right hand at her chin. She spoke
-Bez-
“I’m Bez Dubh.”
Gesturing to her sister
-Bez-
“This is Doz. Think that you talked with our cousins earlier"
Doz smiled waving with the right that had just caught him
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