Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jun 14, 2018 21:05:38 GMT -8
Mórrígan looked up at Collins with a grin and a wink, gave the Old man a kiss on the cheek and left. Mórrígan looked up at Collins with a wink and gringrin, gave the Old man a kiss on the cheek and left. Mórrígan waved a left and her crew was at her side. She raced across the base. Entering the hanger she nodding to Wheel Wrench and Grease Monkey. Entering the gutted Wayfarer with her crew they fired the beast up and departed
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jun 14, 2018 21:44:40 GMT -8
The Wayfarer entered the hanger. Mórrígan exited and her crew. The crewmen walked away but she turned saying
-Mórrígan-
"220 metric tonnes of glitterstim. Be me a favor and keep an eye on it."
As she turned walking away Togorian Rangers on guard in the hanger began searching the vessel. Walking up to Collins
-Mórrígan
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"Done."
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Michael Collins
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Post by Michael Collins on Jun 14, 2018 21:50:17 GMT -8
Collins smiled and winked
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Post by An tSúil on Jun 14, 2018 21:56:37 GMT -8
Whhhoooooo.... And all falls Black as the flame blows out.... TBC
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 15, 2018 1:17:37 GMT -8
An Tiarna sat left hand on chin watching all the while the spooky feeling that someone or something was watching him played on his mind. But behind the whiskey and the action around him the feeling slipped aside if not away. These people bewildered him near as much as he them. Even his own eyes fell on Epona and he asked himself.~How much did I drink that night?~Brows creasing in thought another query leaped out.~And when did I develop a foot fettish?~Right hand near tearing his eyes from skull
-An Tiarna-
“Nothing like booze to sooth a weary soul! Slainte!!!”
And with drank not one, not two, but three shots in rapid succession
“Have one better. More booze!”
And so he followed that advice and drank three more. Then he near fell off the chair but luckily the Gods were with him and he caught his footing. Lighting a cigarette the three Tiw’leck came into his vision. He was forced to say something. First he addressed the red
-An Tiarna-
"You the red one!!! Are those tattoos or birthmarks? Whatever it is here's a cure - clothing!"
-An Tiarna-
Done debasing Gid for the moment he moved on to Alem
"And you dear don't look well at all. Give her some hot soup! She's turning green."
Monstrous left gesturing at Sahakk
-An Tiarna-
"Quick! The child's going to transpire from asphyxia!!! Get the doctor!!!"
The three Twi'leck sat in stunned silence. He had never really paid them so much direct attention. All three also now knew one reason many desperately avoided his attention
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jun 15, 2018 1:32:07 GMT -8
Mórrígan sat comfortably at his side with a glass of wine in her right and a cigarette in the other hand. Thw Old man's comment towards Gid had Mórrígan spit a mouthful of wine across the floor. She was utterly speechless until he finished then interjected
- Mórrígan-
"Have them out moving around then!"
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 15, 2018 2:20:09 GMT -8
As the final words fell from the woman’s mouth the Old man’s eyes lit up and he spoke
-An Tiarna-
“Missions! That’s it. I have ruined, I mean made many a good man with those.”
Eyes sweeping the floor he asks
-An Tiarna-
"Am I having déjà vu?"
Perplexed mind reading on face like an open book
-An Tiarna-
“And what exactly is déjà vu?”
Giant hand sweeping the questions aside
-An Tiarna-
“Ceart. This I do good….”
Right caressing beard. Fist dropping on the table he howled
-An Tiarna-
"Brigid -Tython!"
Catching the girls eyes
-An Tiarna-
"Nice spiritual place...."
Eyes falling on the Twi'leck
-An Tiarna-
"You'll be talking with a friend of mine about spice...."
Attention shifting to
Now business being the topic any awkwardness about him was gone. He appeared as sober as a judge. Telling that
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jun 15, 2018 2:54:53 GMT -8
The two sat watching the Old man speak. The feet itched and both wanted something - anything
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jun 15, 2018 3:24:09 GMT -8
Mórrígan cut in With a nod the Old man's way
- Mórrígan-
"She's best off here as to aid The Doctor and learn don't you think?"
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 15, 2018 11:20:38 GMT -8
The Old man’s mouth opened to respond to the woman but his eyes locked on the fiery stares of Ciarán and Laoch and he roared
-An Tiarna-
“Am I wearing your clothes or something!?!”
Brows rising high he waited
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jun 15, 2018 11:26:28 GMT -8
Laoch snapped off a reply
-Laoch-
“Listen here you ol ….”
Laoch was cut off by Ciarán’s hand flying up in front of his face all but hitting him and a glaring flash of eyes. Ciarán spoke calmly
-Ciarán-
“Shut up Laoch!”
Then catching An Tiarna’s gaze
-Ciarán-
“We were just listening. Please do tell more.”
Laoch was quiet yet his eyes remained on An Tiarna. Ciarán sat back calmly but he too held his stare
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 15, 2018 11:32:45 GMT -8
The Old man nodded but he addressed Mórrígan
-An Tiarna-
“You raise a good point & I’ll leave it stand there."
Attention swinging to The Doctor
"You're Brigid's CO. Don't let me down."
Some… many, particularly those unaccustomed with the personal interchange, were confused at best by Mórrígan’s audaciousness when addressing the Old man. He himself not only allowed her way of addressing him but in fact encouraged it throughout her life. Unless of course he simply did not want to listen. Here was a chance to exercise her administrative skills.
-An Tiarna-
"Mórrígan.... Do give your opinion...."
He sat back lighting a cigarettte
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jun 15, 2018 11:54:49 GMT -8
And so she did.... With a nod to the Old man then a shy smile to the gathering she spoke
"Give me a moment, led do thoill."
She lit a cigarette
-Mórrígan-
“We have suffered great lose. Deirdre was a tragedy.”
Head held high
-Mórrígan-
“And a cornerstone of the foundation of the IF; Luca."
Her gaze heightening
-Mórrígan-
“His place will not be so readily filled.”
Nodding upwards
-Mórrígan-
““Ciarán… Laoch. Will you accept the honor?”
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jun 15, 2018 12:46:00 GMT -8
Both men sat up straight but it was Ciarán who responded
-Ciarán-
“we accept most graciously.”
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jun 15, 2018 12:51:09 GMT -8
Mórrígan nodded and said in a cool tone
-Mórrígan-
“Grand. Don’t let me down.”
Holding their stare a moment Smiling she moved on
-Mórrígan-
Epona, you're with Ciarán and Laoch."
Then turning her attention to the triplets brows creasing.~Nal Hutta? They’d be meat on Nal Hutta….~She thought fast and an idea formed in her head
-Mórrígan-
“Gid, Alem… and Shakk.... I want you girls to make a delivery to Coruscant.”
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Post by Epona Dubh on Jun 15, 2018 13:01:46 GMT -8
Epona nodded silently but her bushy tale wagged
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Post by An tSúil on Jun 15, 2018 13:04:42 GMT -8
Well, I lost sight of this.... Now what does tonight have to offer?
Angels with Dirty Faces
a tale of the Twi'leck Three
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Jun 15, 2018 21:49:12 GMT -8
All three girls perked up at the offer. Gid responded
-Gid-
“We’re down!”
Alem and Shakk were already on their feet. Gid walked towards Mórrígan
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Post by Michael Collins on Jun 15, 2018 21:54:16 GMT -8
Collins cut them off, handing Gid an envelop. He nodded
"Hanger."
Gaze set down a moment he looked up catching Gid's eyes
"Good luck."
With that he stood back
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Jun 15, 2018 22:18:23 GMT -8
A crew of 10 waited. Following the crew the girl’s hearts raced as they reached the hanger. They wasted no time, boarding a Wayfarer and they were off
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