Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Apr 28, 2021 22:39:54 GMT -8
The family stood over the grave transfixed. At last, Bolland bent over snatching a fistful of dirt and tossed it into the grave. Grace followed but when she turned to leave Boland was bent down coaxing Maureen to give up her soil to the cause. But the Little girl was having none of it, shaking head in objection. Grace spoke but it did not come out quite as she wished it to sound -Grace- "Maureen! Just throw that bloody dirt on those people so we can go!" After Maureen complied Boland snatching her up in arms walked away with The hound in toe. Grace quietly followed, not looking to either side and daydreaming of torturing Maureen. The Raven was exceptionally pleased with himself, having made it through another pointless human ceremony
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 28, 2021 23:03:51 GMT -8
Kieran looked at the shovel to his left several times during the grave viewing. As the other bodies departed and none used a shovel Kieran face palmed. At last, Kieran walked over and grabbed a shovel. He was happy to see Laoch too had retrieved one of the tools. What made it far less engaging was that Laoch spoke -Laoch- "Why do you think these eggplants have us doing this?" To which Kieran snapped -kieran- 'How many of these people did you shoot?' Before Laoch could even answer he asked another question - Kieran- 'Think Maureen greased any of the bodies in that pit?' Kieran than tossed a shovel full of earth into the pit. After tossing another two scoops into the grave, Kieran looked at Laoch, who it would appear was doing a whole lot of nothing -Kieran- 'we're gonna be here for a week if you don't get off that can of yours.' Laoch finally grabbed a tool and started chucking mud on the dead dudes. Laoch stopping suddenly and spoke in an agony ridden voice -Laoch- 'I need a restroom....' Stopping Kieran stared at Laoch in disgust -Kieran- 'Then piss behind that Sentinel.' Laoch looked at Kieran as if he were speaking another language. Then with a agonizing facial expression he uttered in a raspy voice -Laoch- 'Gonna wet myself if I don't go soon.' Kieran sticking the shovel into the soil dramatically, howled -Kieran- 'Look you don't start shovelling soon and I beat you to death with mine.' They shoveled for near an hour after that. The pile shrunk as the grave filled. And miraculously Laoch did not transpire from an exploding bladder or wet his pants. For that matter he didn't complain once about requiring to use the facilities. As they walked away Laoch asked -Laoch- 'Been looking at that list?' Kieran's back stiffened -Kieran- 'Matter of fact I have.... They're all mine if they ain't hiding.'
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Lámh Dhearg Manaan
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Apr 30, 2021 13:16:50 GMT -8
Plunkett's crew had been hit hard. But life only stopped quite brief for brief then moved on. Now Plunkett had an interesting set of ships to work with. The Warrior was in fighting condition, and with it's crew left alone. What Plunkett turned to was the Sentinel. The ship was small and something about that drew Plunkett to the ship. Inside The Sentinel, aptly named Fart in a Windstorm, the pilot and copilot, henceforth to be know as The Pilot and The Co-pilot respectfully, were running low on beer. Fist hitting the dash the The Pilot declared -The Pilo- ".Time to negotiate!" Opening the Comm. he spoke: -The Pilot- "Ok.... Listen close you eggplants." *Clearing his throat then belching* -The Pilot- "We are dangerously low on Barley sandwiches and if you're of mind to help well that would get us a long way." *Tearing the Comm. from The Pilot 's hands his partner screamed* -The Co-pilot- "Have you animals no shame?" *Punching The Co-pilot in the jaw, The Pilot snatched the device from hands and continued* -The Pilot- "Pardon that; he's an idiot. Now we've made out stance pretty clear, so s'all in your court now. Over and out." *And with that he cut the Comm.*
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Apr 30, 2021 16:51:49 GMT -8
Lamh Dhearg was in a real pickle.... Luckily Fatt Waletbook, or more precisely Fatt Walletbook's store sold An Tiarna Stout, the brew of over the hill despots desperately trying to cling to their fantasies of omnipotence. Double the alcohol for double the stupidity. Four cases of this joy juice was set outside the shuttle. Plunkett's men stood back 20 metres. Our two drunkard flyboys then carefully cracked the ships door. Armed to the teeth, The Pilot and Co-pilot stole out of the ship, snagged the booze & unceremoniously shut the door.... OoC I defy anybody to write this manner of insanity this well off the cuff.... On a point far less confrontational and actually relevant to this rubbish I am writing here, since this these dudes are in fact a single character I have tossed the idea of double posts to the wind here
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Apr 30, 2021 17:49:00 GMT -8
Several hours later Plunkett got up the courage to contact the Fart in a Windstorm, as the Sentinel had been so eloquently titled. Pilot and Co-pilot were well into case #1 of the beer so kindly donated from Lamh Dhearg when the second mate spoke: -Co-pilot-"I never understood The Wrath of Khan. Kept waiting for Tattoo to leap out in a pirate suit with a patch over one eye screaming 'The Enterprise Boss! The Enterprise!' Never happened and ruined the whole flick for me." The Pilot eyes full of fire nodded in agreement - Pilot-"Makes you wonder how much better it could have been...." Looking at The Co-pilot the Big Cheese said -The Pilot- "Look let's not kill the buzz; crack another one and think of something else." The Co-pilot complied and they continued their descent into being totally polluted . Plunkett and his men took to investigating and repairing what they could on the exterior of the Sentinel. Furthermore, after establishing communication with the crew, necessary hardware for internal maintenance was left outside the Sentinel. Good was also left and some other essentials. A good relationship between the crew and Plunkett was developing
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Apr 30, 2021 23:20:47 GMT -8
Plunkett had his men shined The Fart in a Windstorm til you could use it as a mirror to shave your face. Then he spoke -Plunket- "Gentlemen we need as much tin foil as I can possibly get.... Even if need kill to get it...." As he spoke His hair inexplicably blew as it wind were hitting it and his eyes took on that familiar psychotic glarr. Inside The Pilot and Co-pilot were happily drunk and cart wheeled about fixing this and changing that. The Co-pilot asked his superior -Co-pilot- "Sir do you think that a ship can run on alcohol? Maybe we should try with some of this beer." The Pilot turned and smacked his subordinate for such blasphemy. The Pilot from that day on sat suspiciously on the crates of beer. Slept on them
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on May 1, 2021 1:40:21 GMT -8
Plunkett and crew were still slaving away at The Sentinel. But six men left thought Plunkett. Better beware of Morrigan giving another hang up motivational species and have a few more off themselves.... How are these things supposed to breed now? House cats? Plunkett shuddered at the thought of his own Miss Penele being chased around by a randy Togorian. He shuddered. Meanwhile,inside the Sentinel The Pilot and Co-pilot continued to philosophize on their dimwit theories. That these two men were even given a licence to drive a tricycle would shock many, never mind a sophisticated vessel, such as The Fart in a Windstorm.
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on May 2, 2021 10:59:21 GMT -8
Plunkett was troubled. What with 4 deaths on account of grief inspired suicide caused by knowledge of the unexplainable loss of their home, Togoria, Lamh Dhearg Manaan had been hit - hard. They were a tight hand and these wounds would take time to heal. Maybe they never would.... On the upside communication with the crew of the Sentinel was progressing well. Give them beer and all was good, so it seemed. They had even exchanged handshakes. One crewmember at a time with The other standing guard with title in shaking hands. Plunkett shrugged and shook his head. -Plunkett- "Two more lunatics.... The more the merrier...." He watched. Waited. Meanwhile, aboard The Fart in a Windstorm, Pilot and Co-pilot were getting a touch of stir....Crazy that is. Yes sir they would get along with The Old man just fine.... Co-pilot was struck with an epiphany and turned to his superior, which was an odd word, as Pilot was superior to few human beings. Where was i? Right. So Co-pilot asked -Copilot- "Ever know a dude named Willie who owned a church, prayed a lot but drank even more?' Pilot looking at his partner scratched his head and replied -Pilot- "No but that's my mind of religion."
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on May 2, 2021 12:18:35 GMT -8
Plunkett was lost in thought when his Comm. began to ring incessantly. He answered and listened. Nodding he cut communications and spoke to his six remaining men. -Plunkett- "The Warrior... Liquidate the crew and destroy it. Entrance was no problem; those inside were friendlies and suspected nothing. All twenty were shot. The Togorians then went berserk, destroying everything. Little was left undamaged. Grenades were tossed around carefully. Fire extinguishers were piled near fuel supplies. Finally the now wrecked winners of the ship were blown to kingdom come. Plunkett made contact with the Sentine Onboard The Fart in a Windstorm Co-pilot answered. He spoke-Co-pilot- "Hold up..." He addressed Pilot with the plan -Pilot- "Think that they have beer there?" Co-pilot answered immediately - Co-pilot- "I have little doubt sir." Pilot nodded and the prepared to depart
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on May 2, 2021 15:30:05 GMT -8
Plunkett and his did teaming Commando boarded the Cart in a Windstorm. Plunkett saluted the Juvexian troops on the ground. T he ship climbed into the sky. Sailing in the air it glided upwards ever so slow until all that was left of them was a memory held among the Natives
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on May 3, 2021 23:50:26 GMT -8
Landing The Fart in a Windstorm was no small bs by any stretch of the imagination. Pilot and Co-pilot were experts in their field. Well that's a ball faced lie; how this pair made through flight school was a mystery.... Anyways, the Sentinel bombed for the surface and was lucky to set down intact. Co-pilot, right on cue with his mentally unstable approach to life, addressed the passengers -Co-pilot- "Nice having ya, now hands where I can see them and get out."Lt. Plunkett, hands high backed out slowly. Pilot and Co-pilot followed them to the exit ramp.Co-pilot and Pilot walked them off the ship. With one keeping a gun ready, Pilot and Co-pilot took turns tossing luggage out after their former Passengers. Shaking head over the whole affair the pilot asked -Pilot- "What was the point of that?" His crewman snapped back - Co-pilot- "Sightseeing?" Both men burst out laughing. The first installment of 2 cases arrived. Ding! Went off inside Co-pilot's head and he asked -Co-pilot- 'Didn't they promise us Tytonian beer? " Both men wept briefly then ripped into their own booze
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on May 4, 2021 0:29:30 GMT -8
Kieran and Laoch walked from the Sentinel blowing missed at and throwing flowers to the spectators. Witnesses could be used too. The poor soul, who had the misfortune of this happening when they left, strolled by the pair as they stepped off. And Laoch swept her up and kissed her again. And she rightfully smacked him across the face again. Hard. Yes. They were starting to get used to it here. Kieran looked around himselfnsuddenly. Then he looked at the ship and asked his brother -Kieran- 'WTF were we on that ship for?' Laoch's jaw dropped and he stopped cold -Laoch- 'Wait so, we're supposed to walk back into the city?' Lucky for them a young Juvexian in a landspeeder gave them a ride
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Post by Bey Kahn on Jul 8, 2021 11:50:10 GMT -8
As the Fairwind style ship known as the Lack of Faith II entered the atmosphere and descended towards the planet's surface, port holes were thrown open and the top deck was unsealed, allowing the crew to walk across the top deck and get some fresh air. A collection of gamorreans, ewoks, and tynnans could all be seen moving about, leaning over the side rails to get a good look at the surrounding landscape. It was hardly more remarkable than any other planet they had been to, but after a few months in deep space they were all a little eager to get their feet on fresh soil and to feel the sunlight of Juvex's star on their skin or fur. Even Bey Kahn made his way to the top deck, leading a procession of crew members behind him as he threw open the hatch from the lower decks and strode firmly out into the daylight. He was followed by two shaman's of advanced years and vastly different sizes.One was an ewok, silver in fur and naked to the world save for an animal hide hood it wore on its head, covered in bird feathers and tiny bits of bone. This particular creature's name was Greybeard. Once a proud member of Cap'n Tarfang's Bespin Blood Pirates, then an unwilling and highly abused underling to a notoriously deviant Sith Lord, saurian in nature. The crew had risked everything to rescue the senile old ewok, but that was a story for another time. The ewok leaned on a staff of Felucian cherry wood, using it in equal parts as a walking stick and staff of office. Despite the trauma he endured, he appeared of stable demeanor.The second was a gamorrean sow, unusually thin for their race with a face full of wrinkles and lines of age. She too walked with a staff, though hers was crafted from a gnarled branch of Pzobian oak, fixed with tribal fetishes tied by strips of raw-hide to its rounded head. She wore the primitive vestments of a gamorrean clan shaman. Her name was Sneetmuck, with no last name. Traditionally gamorrean shamans weren't allowed to belong to any particular family. She was also the only other survivor from his Clan, at least that Bey Kahn knew about. She had seemed old when he was still but a child. Now she seemed damn right ancient.All the rest that followed in behind were tynnans. These were the merchant experts among the crew. Little furry folk that just so happened to be extremely well suited to hocking goods and getting the best deals on the parts they needed to keep the old rig flying. The group formed an open circle around their captain.We'll be arriving at the capital city shortly. Bey began, the tactical droid head hanging from his hip serving to act as a translator for all the squealing gamorrese that came out of his mouth. When we arrive I expect everyone to be on their best behavior. No more incidents like what happened at Bilbringi. What happened there? We're short on credits and our supplies are severely depleted. That means we're open to whatever kind of work you can find. We literally can't afford to be picky. Greybeard and Sneetmuch will accompany me directly, the rest of you already know your roles. Keep me appraised of anything useful you might find. We're that desperate.Not the most stirring speech, but at least it was honest.
The Lack of Faith II continued towards the main city.
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 9, 2021 23:59:42 GMT -8
Suddenly five Togorian Commando, inspired by their Warrior Queen's example, or maybe in a show their natural feline dislike of birds rose their rifles and fired. 70 rounds of ammunition were spent. And it was good
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 15, 2021 20:30:34 GMT -8
As The Firespray-31-class patrol and attack craft crossed Juvex terrain it ascended quite rapidly disappearing into the clouds above. Shakk rifled through the bag. Quite a mixed bag of tricks. Archaic maps, a lone data pad, many miscellaneous contents. Along with there own personal effects, not to.mention their wits, this would come in handy. And yes! 6 boxes of smarties. Stealing a look at her sisters she contemplated hiding them but refrained. For now.... She wondered if the age the red ones last. And then they passed....
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Sept 10, 2021 16:04:02 GMT -8
Tearing across the terrain of Juvex Co-pilot commenting to his partner said -Co-pilot-"Whoa! You ok? Thought you were going straight up man." Thinking the man added quickly -Co-pilot- " Everybody must be really confused by tha...." Cutting him off the man manning the.... That does not run well at all. Ok. Pilot the pilot piloting the ship. That reads horribly. Anyway, nodding the fellow operating the vessel spoke ominously -Pilot- "Good.... That's exactly what I wanted them to believe." Brows rising the 1st Lieutenant asked wearily -Co-pilot- "You're slipping a bit there eh?" Waving right hand in the air -Pilot- "Quiet you or i'll strip you of that rank and you back to sorting luggage!" Opening his mouth to reply Co-pilot froze as the heart of the problem hit him -Co-pilot-"Have you drank much today?" Cracking a beer then passing it to his superior officer -Co-pilot- "Try this...." The transformation following the bottle touching the helmsman's lips was see inspiring. Smiling the Captain, hand saving left spoke -Pilot- "We are now crossing Juvex, please enjoy the sights as we ascend...." The ship rose slowly disappearing into the clouds on high. And finally crossing
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 31, 2023 0:57:36 GMT -8
With Maureen running aimlessly about and The hound on her tail, Boland almost unconsciously toying with a rifle as he stared intensely at Grace. She was a knockout but was not the beauty that had the man’s eye at the moment. Neither the eye patch nor bandanna she generally wore were present. The man could not turn away. Four brutal scars ran down her face. The left ear lobe and nostril were torn from her face. The man winced. And….. Her eye. S lips opened but no sound had a chance to form, as she herself spoke -Grace- “Am I wearing your clothes?” She stood to feet, shook her head, then deftly slipping the patch back on and pocketing the banana, with but the flick of a switch doors opened wide and up into The Utopic Vulture. Boland was fast on her heel, barking over shoulder -Boland- Maureen! Come here to me!” Once in the bird the man took the pilot seat and fired the old beast up. The little girl and The hound tore into the ship, with The Raven right behind. The clunker lifted up and in a flash it shot into the sky
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 31, 2023 2:24:11 GMT -8
Both men stood watching . Loach shook his head as Kieran spoke -Kieran- “What now?”
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Apr 14, 2024 21:31:59 GMT -8
Going….. Going…… & Gone!
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 14, 2024 21:34:57 GMT -8
*A devilish smile passed over the face of Kieiran and he wordlessly began walking. laoch followed*
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