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Post by Briget Nommad on Jul 30, 2018 20:05:00 GMT -8
Freed up of the interesting but none the same time consuming session with Maureen, Briget did some number crunching. She walked over to Grainne taking a seat and laid a paper out -Briget- "That's the numbers we're dealing with straight away... can be cut back." Nodding to the left and brushing hair from face with a left hand -Boland- "I'm a might bit attached to my droids but they can sit in storage."
Gráinne Mhaol
Boland
Maureen
Fiach Dubh Cú Faoil
Ciarán Dubh
Laoch Bán Dubh
Briget Nommand
Crew:
Dr Din Cass
Tom Dicknharri
Ugnaught
Wookie
Abyssin
R2-D8 astromech droid
Z3PO-protocol droid
AD-series weapons maintenance droid
EB-89 Engine Maintenance Droid
BAF-320 Repair Droid x 2
GT-09 Mobile Repair Unit x 3
F1-XD Autorepair Droid x 4 Droidekas x 4
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 30, 2018 20:47:33 GMT -8
Gráinne looked over the sheet in front of her. Briget was worth her weight in gold, and her crew were sharp. Things were looking sensible, now it was a matter of doing all this as sensibly as possible
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Post by Briget Nommad on Jul 30, 2018 21:40:55 GMT -8
The anticipation taking over Briget blurted out forcefully
-Briget-
“So Grace… what now!?!”
Her eyes caught Gráinne as forcefully as the enthusiasm of her words
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 30, 2018 21:44:03 GMT -8
It was the casual use of the name Grace that confused Gráinne for a second. It seemed like she changed names as much as she changed shirts. Gráinne smiled responding
-Gráinne-
“We begin moving.”
That was beginning to sound tired but she laid it out more definitively as opposed to possibly
-Gráinne- "It's just been a matter of figuring out how and where but I have moved past that." Looking down a second she spoke again as her face rose back up
“Kuat…. An example. Perfect place for any trying to bring traffic to a standstill.”
Similing
-Gráinne-
“Yet even there it is still a nightmare….”
Waving it away like a fly
-Gráinne-
“We’ll not be frequenting it but it is still open as need be.”
Tip of tongue licking upper lip
-Gráinne-
“But the difficult places… A high traffic megatropolis for example. We can go to such a place freely.”
Eyes catching Briget
-Gráinne-
“The unruly, explosive and unprofitable. We can go there too.”
Left hand falling under chin
-Gráinne-
“The isolated and unwanted regions.”
Shrugging she stopped talking. Nothing really needed saying. They presented no threat, nor did they possess anything of interest. Questionable parts of their identity that stuck out had been dealt with thanks to briget. Grainne tossed in -Gráinne- "We follow the white rabbit...." The analogy was not easy to miss but the exact meaning was near impossible to pin down. Crystal clear ambiguity
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Post by Briget Nommad on Jul 31, 2018 6:28:55 GMT -8
Briget was in the co-pilot seat in seconds. Investigating the dash ahead she strapped herself in with safety gear. The countdown began in her head
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 31, 2018 11:27:30 GMT -8
Boland took his seat. The beast fired up. As the YT-1300 light freighter rose the PA system opened and Boland spoke
-Boland-
::Ladies and gents. I’m your captain speaking and we’re gonna burn up the Mfing sky tonight…. the time is 1:25 pm. Sky is clear and seems like smooth sailing, which are famous last words, so everybody knock on wood. The weather looks good and where we are headed that means pretty much jack. We are gonna cruise straight into the clouds above and make the jump to hyperspace::
The PA broke. Gráinne sat nervously with Maureen. Cú Faoil laid at the girl's feet and The Raven sat perched high in a corner indifferent to the whole show. Boland's voice roared again
-Boland-
::A request: once we get into space would it kill somebody to tell me exactly where we are going?::
The PA cut with a hiss. Maureen asked
-Maureen-
"Why is he using that thing?"
With a sigh Gráinne explained
-Gráinne-
"It's this whole male thing.... makes him feel important."
The little girl nodded
-Maureen-
"Ohhh..... I don't get it."
With that the ship passed through the clouds and made the jump to hyperspace
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 31, 2018 22:29:01 GMT -8
Entering the Juvex City Spaceport Boland brought the YT-1300 light freighter down to rest on docking bay 69. Those on board all almost simultaneously pass out from exhaustion. All save Grace. Which is Gráinne of course, whom was once Morrígu - I am I confusing myself here. Now where were we? Right! They landed. Passed out. And Grace, yes that's Grace could we please not argue here? Alright. Now, as the rest lay dead asleep Grace sat with eyes wide open thinking of what was to come next. She opened the satchel and started counting. Looking at the stack in hand she slipped in back in the bag
Boland rose and sat at her left. She wore no patch and his move was subtly deliberate; making sure that she understood that her appearance did not affect him, even if the pain she had endured did indeed. Grace spoke
-Grace-
“You shouldn’t be teaching her to fight.”
Boland responded nonchalantly
-Boland-
“Would you sooner that she use that funky Force nonsense and just incinerate anything that displeased her?”
Grace recoiled, as much at the statement itself but even more so the underlying knowledge implied by his words. He too knew that Maureen had barbecued that thing that had attacked her. Grace didn’t respond just laying her head on his shoulder. Her marred left. Almost pulling back as a kneejerk reaction she realized that he hadn’t moved a hair so closing her eyes eye she rested a second. A long peaceful quiet second
Sometime later Boland asked
-Boland-
“How much?”
Eyes still closed she mumbled
-Grace-
“5000 credits.”
Still unmoving he answered
-Boland-
"Not bad….”
All fell quiet again. Finally Boland broke the silence
-Boland-
"Where next?"
The question hung in the air unanswered
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Aug 1, 2018 14:00:44 GMT -8
As the two spoke Ciarán lay looking at the ceiling, visions of killing both of them in his head
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 1, 2018 14:02:13 GMT -8
After some time Boland abruptly spoke
-Boland-
“Maybe she might benefit from….”
After a second of reflecting
-Boland-
“Dora the Explorer and that type of BS.”
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Aug 1, 2018 14:04:15 GMT -8
A response rang out
-Kieran-
“You know what I think mfs?”
Not awaiting an answer
-Kieran-
“I think that you and the hillbilly should go out and buy a copy of the Intergalactic Good Parenting Manual and shut up.”
As Laoch snored he went on
-Kieran-
“Here’s a newsflash: she needs 8 hours sleep!"
Standing he stumbled around finding a coffee and sitting across from the two
-Kieran-
"Pair of damn fools!”
Lighting a cigarette he sucked back a long hard drag
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 1, 2018 16:28:07 GMT -8
A tiny voice declared
-Maureen-
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Aug 1, 2018 16:33:25 GMT -8
As Laoch and Briget snored the roof off Ciarán sat with an accusatory glare on Grace and Boland. He nodded up at Gráinne
-Kieran-
"Well since we're all awake might as well figure out where next. I fly on the seat of my pants real well; I prefer to do things planned out andd roll with anything that changes that." He sat back, eyes cutting through the two |
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 1, 2018 18:25:52 GMT -8
Here I must open with an apologia as a writer. Now, one of the most beautiful parts of fiction is time. We are able to move time as we see fit. We can slow it down to a crawl and enjoy the growth of a character describing every little detail of life. Some never seem to age and this is quite fine provided it fits the writers story and does not do damage to those of others. Plainly, a character can remain fixed in a time and place in their lives for years. And this works because of how rich the life-story of any individual is. Or we can skip decades in a flash and fill in missing or glazed over parts as they are necessary. The writer is God in this context. In a collective community of writers, such as RP, one must always be careful, and indeed I myself must admit falling victim to this failing where one’s own storyline unintentionally conflicts with those of others. In the more malignant animal of this nature one can easily roll over the storylines of others, be it by sheer ignorance or quite deliberately, without considering the effect on others and their storylines. Our story thus far is very open ended. It has no connections to other characters, wider storylines, for that matter has no more than a very loose connection to an established timeline. And for that I am graced, in as much as those reading are burdened by the tedious character building element of our tale And the days spun by from here to set down where we begin again fresh |
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Aug 1, 2018 18:50:53 GMT -8
Ciarán sat looking at Grace and Boland. She seemed stuck in some other world, as if she were writing this all like some fictitious romance novel. Arrogant broad. Boland? Boland was just stupid , so Ciarán thought. A consequence of some serious trauma to the brain from years of pugilism. Punch drunk they called it. Laoch was a solid fella but prone to dumb ass decisions at times. The kid was cute but a serious freak. And the grease-monkey broad she was..... She was just that. Life was on one hell of a path. He blamed Laoch for most of this nonsense
Speak of the Devil, so the adage goes at that moment Laoch rolled over and straight out of his cot. Leaping to feet he pulled his pistol and came within but a slip of the finger from blowing Boland's head clear from his shoulders. Clearing his throat Laoch meandered over to the perpetually brewing coffee maker, pouring himself a fresh cup of mud. Three sugar and a liberal hit of cream and he sat down with Ciarán
-Laoch-
"What up?"
Looking around he added
-Laoch-
"How long did I sleep for?"
Responding near before Laoch had finished
-Kieran-
"A century Rip Van Winkle."
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 1, 2018 19:56:29 GMT -8
Watching the two Grace asked
-Grace-
"Do you two always go at each other like this?" The question no more than a passing thought she noted -Grace- "It feels like we have slept for a hundred years." Eyes narrowing -Grace- "Like the universe did....." Boland near blurted out that it seemed that they had aged 100 years but didn't. The Raven sat quiet in a corner watching all and missing nothing. He wondered just how long it would take them all to catch on, if they ever did
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Aug 1, 2018 20:03:56 GMT -8
In a heartbeat Ciarán jumped on the comment
-Kieran-
"Didn't it?"
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 1, 2018 20:21:55 GMT -8
There The Raven's head popped up. Maybe they would catch on after all. Maybe not, Unlike many wished to believe not all things grew better with age With her one eye Grace was catching on just where thing lie and this was not at all what she wished on the universe. But it would live or die in spite of her. What she aimed to do was live in spite of the odds |
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Aug 1, 2018 21:45:28 GMT -8
It was Laoch who spoke up
-Laoch-
"Well... what's the next call?
Ciaran looked up still waiting
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 1, 2018 21:50:01 GMT -8
The answer was fast
-Grace-
"Let's go."
Boland was on his feet almost before the words left her mouth. He walked, almost as if a zombie and sat at the helm set to fly. Fast on his tail she took the copilot position and the old beast fired up. Nothing was stopping them save fear. Fear had never been an issue, not with any on board. The ship lifted up and off they went slowly out of the hanger
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 13, 2018 23:28:57 GMT -8
A ship comes to a screeching halt in Juvex City Spaceport, docking bay 69. Hell freezes over
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