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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 26, 2020 20:17:18 GMT -8
Loach had his weapon raised before the Old man could finish speaking. Kieran too held his weapon high & aimed but shot warning at Laoch
-Kieran-
"Keep aim; keep cool - ice cool"
There in that stance, the two stood as if a statue. Kieran abruptly spoke again through gritting teeth
-Kieran-
"Do you find it funny that no matter where this twisted Old man appears it suddenly turns into a bizarre intergalactic O.K. Corral?"
Laoch offered no answer nor did Kieran desire one
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 28, 2020 21:13:55 GMT -8
The Old man could read the eyes in front of him, the subtly shift in the energy of the crowd around them . He sat back casually, arms crossing over & hands reaching under his armpits
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Post by The Elusive Man on Sept 4, 2020 19:58:57 GMT -8
A Kodiak-Class Troop Transport streaked across the skies towards the fabled Cloud City. Operative Strahovski was on board with several delegates destined
for Cloud City, ready for a little R&R. A handful of commandos were also accompanying them, just in case. Meeting with the city's administrator was vital to ensure that The Organization could put a hand in the local economy and so they could assimilate any local businesses under their banner in order to provide more 'fronts' for their ultimate goals. But for now, all they had to do was reach the city and speak to the administrator. After that happened, The Illusionist would appear and work his magic, ensuring the Bespin government cooperated with them.
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Post by The Elusive Man on Nov 11, 2020 13:35:12 GMT -8
Administration Landing Pads - Cloud City, Bespin.Clad in a more formal attire, abandoning her more typical appearance, Miranda Strahovski, under the guise of Valerie Starmont, disembarked the shuttle with her entourage. Six undercover agents sporting concealed blasters and clad in black suits. As the group walked towards the entrance, the station's administrator and his escort came to greet them. Dressed in a plain white uniform with the Baron Administrator's insignia pinned to the chest, he bowed and introduced himself."Ms. Starmont, a pleasure to meet you. Administrator Devlin Tal, at your service. Please, extend our gratitude to your employer. His generous contract surely has made a lot of people happy.""And rich." she interjected.Pausing, Tal quickly recovered his suave demeanor."Of course. Happy and rich. Surely you would like to review the final contract yourself, before we officially sign everything? My office is this way."Devlin motioned for Miranda to fall into step beside him as they made their way inside and up a turbolift to an office with a stunning view of the Bespin sunset. As Devlin ensured Miranda was seated and comfortable, he moved to his side of the desk and seated himself. With several quick keystrokes, the contract that was between Aegohr Manufacturing and the Exex, the controlling interests of Cloud City."As you can see, the terms than needed to be revised have been...-"And he was cut off by the sudden appearance of The Illusionist, as Miranda had accessed her orange hued Omni-Tool and granted him access to the Administrator's holoprojector.Mr. Tal.Devlin glanced up and his eyes went wide with surprise and shock."The Illusionist...? But why? And how?"With a small smirk, The Illusionist continued.How? Well, I believe you've met my top operative, Miranda Strahovski... he trailed off and motioned to Miranda, who was still seated across from the Administrator.As for the why, Mr. Tal, you know that I am always looking to expand my business ventures. Aegohr is doing incredibly well for itself, however, there are still a few minor acquisitions that need to be made before it is entirely self-sufficient. That said, the tibanna mining operations of Cloud City puts Aegohr on step closer to that goal. So, let's cut to the chase. While you are controlled by the Exex as well as the Parliment of Guilds, I have taken the liberty to establish a handle on both. Your public approval of this merger is all that is needed to proceed. Support Aegohr Manufacturing's majority shares of the tibanna mining operations on Cloud City and you will continue to reap the benefits befit an Administrator of your stature. Impede my plans and I will find someone who will support this move...Trailing off, Miranda rose to her feet and pulled out her sidearm and pointed it directly at the Administrator. Flinching and pushing himself back in his seat, Tal cried out in surprise."Son of a gundark! Easy, easy. Put the blaster away. This doesn't need to escalate...I'm ambitious but I'm not stupid. Whatever it is that you want to do, you have my support. I'll put a happy spin on this and we can all go on living and breathing, yeah?"Nodding to Miranda, who lowered her sidearm, The Illusionist spoke again.I knew you'd see things my way, Tal. Rest assured, we take care of our allies. Aegohr will be the public controlling interest in this, however you are now under the employ of The Organization. I expect you to fall in line, Tal. I won't warn you again."Nodding quickly, Tal spoke."Of course, of course. I'm down to play ball, you know that. Business as usual. There. It's done." he said as he signed the contract.Nodding in agreement, The Illusionist spoke once more.We'll be in touch, Tal.As the projection faded away, a company signet appeared beneath Tal's signature as the deal was cemented. With a wave of her hand, the contract disappeared, forwarded to The Illusionist. Winking coyly at Tal, Miranda bent over and slid her sidearm back into her holster on her thigh, beneath her dress."It's been fun, Tal. We should do this again some time..."And with that, she exited the room, accompanied by her entourage.
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Nov 19, 2020 23:07:08 GMT -8
& there they sat for what felt an eternity To The Raven. Maureen's head now laid on her hands deep in a sleep of dreams, oblivious to the scene that surrounded her. Grace held the Old Man's eyes in her own & waiting to speak. If the Neanderthal ever intended to shut that hole in his face she might respond she thought with some ammusment. Bjoland, standing firm behind the woman felt a chill crawl up his spin, as his eyes fell to the left of An Tirana a blunt reality struck him. The Old man cast no shadow. Boland made no immediate move, not did a word pass from his lips. But his hands caressed Grace's gently & he caught the eye of Kieran for but a second then he winked then returned his gaze on the Old man. He was indeed very much dead
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Nov 19, 2020 23:40:43 GMT -8
Keiran caught Boland's gesture. A sly smile crossed over his face and he spoke: "Chill; this ain't quite over but I think we're alright." Laoch heard the words and indeed relaxed ever so subtly and certainly not fully; this was a volatile situation and the assessment of the freak fondling Grace did not fill him with confidence. They waited
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Post by The Elusive Man on Nov 29, 2020 13:51:17 GMT -8
With the majority shares of the lucrative casinos and resorts located on Cloud City, as well as the profitable tibanna gas mining venture, The Organization has managed to secure a fuel supply for its Navy, and for its allies. At a considerable mark-up, of course. The First Order and the Ajuur Hutt Cartel would benefit from their alliances with The Organization, and Aegohr Manufacturing, the legitimate business front for The Organization, would see an increase in profits as well. Renegade Industries, a partnered business would also see some benefits from this acquisition. All in all, the game of galactic politics continued, and The Organization managed to capitalize its business ventures once more, increasing its economic value.
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 31, 2020 22:55:06 GMT -8
The Old man sits listening as the generally loud scene reaches a deafening pitch. Another year has passed them by, what lies ahead he wonders....
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 31, 2020 22:55:29 GMT -8
The Old man sits listening as the generally loud scene reaches a deafening pitch. Another year has passed them by, what lies ahead he wonders....
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Post by The Elusive Man on Jan 1, 2021 15:38:45 GMT -8
Cloud City - Bespin
Business as usual continues to transpire on Cloud City. Commercial transactions take place, regarding the tibanna fuel mining, while the casinos and resorts of Cloud City bring in financial prosperity, allowing the economy to continue to flourish. All in all, The Organization's take over of Bespin's industries was seamless. Nothing missed a beat.
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 1, 2021 21:13:07 GMT -8
*With all flowing effortlessly around him business as usual enveloped the Old man; he sat drunk as a skunk. & like that with no fanfare the Old man was gone without a trace of his being left behind. Save an empty glass on the table*
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Post by The Elusive Man on Jan 22, 2021 21:49:12 GMT -8
Providing fuel in bulk to The First Order, The Hutt Cartel and several other bulk purchasers, the tibanna mining and refining operations were booming. Several smaller purchases were made to hundreds of other individuals, and a steady shipment of tibanna fuel was sent regularly to Port Town on Skip Seven out at the south eastern end of the Corellian Run. Asteroid Drift charts were constantly updated and sent to the freighters delivering the fuel. Aside from that, the resorts and casinos continued to keep he local economy prosperous.
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 28, 2021 20:09:26 GMT -8
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Mar 11, 2021 22:38:53 GMT -8
*Maureen sat left hand on chin watching the Old man. Eyes creaseing as he became dust she turned her gaze to Grace in silent question* *Without even turning her head towards the child Grace answered the silent quest* "He's gone girl. Certainly leaves an loud... presence behind. " *Right hand in the air Grace bellowed* "Would it kill you to do something about the smell? It's making the child sick. He'll me too."
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Mar 16, 2021 15:08:16 GMT -8
*The motley crew sat quietly when the woman spoke up* Grace: "We'll be moving soon - be ready." *She ruffled the child's hair with her right hand and nodded to her men*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Mar 16, 2021 16:11:04 GMT -8
Upon Grace's subtle nor the pair did not hesitate, turning in unison they exited the establishment with haste heading for the Utopic Vulture*
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Mar 18, 2021 17:48:39 GMT -8
*Maureen sat watching the adults wired eyed and mouth agape, while The Raven pondered obliterating the lot. Boland spoke simply* -Boland - "What now Grace?" * All eyes at the table fell on the woman and she responded* -Simple. Allow the two goons time to cool off. & we wait.... " *Watching quietly it struck Maureen that her furry companion was no longer present. Eyes thinning she concentrated hard for but a second then allowing her attention to fall back to Grace*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Mar 18, 2021 19:23:14 GMT -8
*The pair walked foreward. Laoch stopped suddenly, turned and spoke*
-Laoch- "Might I ask where exactly Bird lady, that crow that Pecos one her head, the dumb light and that weird little girl are?" *Scatching his head he went on* -Laoch- "And didn't they have a dog?" *As the words passed his lips a bark rang out and both men looked. There stood the massive wolfhound. And the final question was answered. The three amigos continued the stroll. Once again the Hound stopped suddenly looking longingly back in the direction from which they had came. But he remained silent. Nonetheless his abrupt fixation w it the rear turned both men around. They looked... at absolutely nothing. Shrugging in unison the two men turned back to walking. The Hound eventually followed but turned his head back for a quick gander quite sporadically*
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Post by The Elusive Man on Mar 24, 2021 10:12:11 GMT -8
Still supplying the First Order as well as the Hutt Cartel with tibanna fuel, Bespin's importance to The Organization remained. Bespin was a vital location capable of making or breaking a war machine. Without a constant supply of fuel, the size of a navy was rather inconsequential. Without fuel, ships were docked. And without ships, any thoughts of invasion could easily be swept aside. And now, with an alliance between The Organization and the Onderonian Federation, tibanna fuel freighters would be supplied and sent to ensure their allies could continue to operate unhindered.
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Mar 25, 2021 21:53:49 GMT -8
*Boland sat, drink on the table, trying to keep Maureen busy. Grace, seated but 2 feet to their left suddenly started, as it she'd just been rocked by a smack. Her hands on table clenched, so tight that nails broke skin drawing blood. At that moment Maureen caught Boland's eyes with her own and said in a strangely rhythmic tone* -Maureen- "An Tiarna was playing with a grenade and got blown to pieces. He went back where we met him." * Boland's eyes thinned and he asked* -Boland- "How do you kno.....* Before stopping short; she just did. And how did it effect them? The man felt sympathy for the man... dying? What did he call it now? Boland perhaps now truly understood the term: Otherworld. Mind swinging back to reality he surmised he had but two worries. & those were right in front of him*
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