Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Sept 1, 2018 21:03:54 GMT -8
Rolling with the shot Boland took a pace back then another both hands up rising but he stopped looking at Grace
-Boland-
"Are we going?"
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Sept 2, 2018 15:50:48 GMT -8
She took forever answering. Boland stood on the edge of his feet. He was about to speak when the woman answered
-Grace-
"They are on Coruscant now.... We move soon."
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Sept 4, 2018 16:56:44 GMT -8
The Old man materialised, if only in the mind of Grace and Grace alone. He bellowed
-An Tiarna-
"Well Gráinne.... See that you have done a thing oft done and re-framed your name to match the Common tongue."
He offered no criticism for or against the decision but left another opinion in her mind. More a demand, as that was how spoke."
And with that he was gone
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Sept 4, 2018 17:54:19 GMT -8
The words fell on Grace as if The Old man was standing right beside her speaking into her ear, bellowing not whispering. They had yet to leave the ship. She spoke
-Grace-
"We're going now. Couruscant. Our hearts will be our guiding light so as we may navigate our ship accordingly.
Boland did not respond only listening as the captain started the ship and lifted off
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Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Jan 9, 2019 21:17:43 GMT -8
Lieutenant Éamonn Ó Dubhuí stood watching as eight of the ten men under his command toiled. Two others were posted as guard, approximately 4 meters away. The seasoned soldier gazed through the men at absolutely nothing as he thought. He was part of a dying breed; near the last of hid kind. Unsettling as that was he pushed the knowledge back in his mind and pulled himself into the here and now
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Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 6, 2021 6:53:49 GMT -8
*Setting down with a clunk at the outskirts of the city, O'Dubhui led the charge with pistol in right hand firing warning shots. His crew stumbled behind. Sgt. Slaughter looking around came to a screeching halt* -Slaughter- "Stop! Stop! Go easy gents; no threat here." Troops froze at the command. Breaking into pairs they fanned out, investigating in an orderly fashion. As secure area was established and unloading began in earnest*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 6, 2021 7:29:46 GMT -8
*Morrigan was the next to exit. Evaluating the situation, a chair and small table with datapad, Comm. and drink. She sat and tried to look like she was actually doing something*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 6, 2021 7:37:15 GMT -8
*Right on the tail of Morigan came Kieran and Laoch. The two took up watch at her back. All was quiet. The men remained on guard but relaxed somewhat. The began conversing* -Laoch- "Thought their was supposed to be something here... kindda lame. " *Eyes widening Kieran responded without delay* -Kieran- "And this is a bad thing?" * Eyes straight ahead* -Laoch- "Just saying... I mean all that production before we leave then we get here and there's nothing to shoot?" *Kieran Thought there certainly was something that he could shoot* Time ticked away. Kieran wanted to speak with Morrigan....*
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Apr 6, 2021 8:55:30 GMT -8
*Landing cautiously the ship sat quietly. Suddenly the woman asked* -Grace- "Ever heard of deja vu?" * Brows dropping as he searched his mind, the man finally responded with a question* -Boland- "Is it something you eat?" *Palm smacking on forehead* -Grace- "It's a feeling you idiot!" *Boland now took the offensive* -Boland- "Woman have you been drinking more of that Milk of Amnesia? We have been here before!" * Gesturing to the right* -Boland- "I mean this type of thing one would expect from the kid.... Or maybe the dog." *Hitting a switch, the entrance latch flew open, giving the child and her canine fiend room to flee, which indeed they did. The man too, taking Grace by the arm, walked out the door, down the walkway and onto land. Turning he took Grace by the shoulders* -Boland- "We just need to look straight ahead and not get all caught up in the past." *Of course he was right. Still answered nothing*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 6, 2021 11:10:18 GMT -8
*Kieran and Laoch watched the pair. Left index stuck in a nostril Laoch asked* -Laoch- "Would it really be wrong if I shot one of them?" *The words hung in the air for some time before the query was answered by another question* -Kieran- "Just one of them?" *The mind still troubled Kieran*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 6, 2021 20:14:01 GMT -8
*A icy chill went down the nape of her neck. Looking up Morrigan's eyes fell on Kieran. She smiled but then she felt deep confusion and fear in his heart. Bad mix. Good man. She would talk to him - soon. Her eyes fell back on the paperwork in front of her*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 6, 2021 20:39:54 GMT -8
*Kieran walked over to Morrigan. By birth his niece. & by birth his boss. Life in a crime family. A smile cracked on his hard face. Now if that wasn't the subject of on one messed up episode of some talk show just waiting to happen. Suddenly standing directly in front of her. The smile had evaporated* -Kieran- "We need talk." *Laoch hung back but not out of earshot. This greatly foreshadowed the subject to be laid to rest. Head down Laoch kicked up dirt with right foot, while toying with a revolver. A cigarette dangled from his lips*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 6, 2021 21:01:26 GMT -8
*Not lifting gaze from the table she responded* -Morrigan- "Funny you say that; I've been waiting"
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 7, 2021 11:27:15 GMT -8
*With both Laoch and himself sitting, glass (1 part Pepto bismol, 1part JD), smoke in hand and Laoch rolling a spliff, in front of The Big Cheese, Kieran waited patiently for several minutes. Patience not being his strong suit he barked* -Kieran- "Laoch could you hurry up and lightI up that damn thing???" *Brows dropping he added* -Kieran- "And mind the song; don't Bogart that joint my friend." *Laoch did not speed up but nonetheless rolled, ran tongue along paper, sealed, then lit that sucker up. After two long pulls Laoch, coughing jags as he attempted not to exhale, passed said splif to his brethren. Nodding silently, Kieran accepted the offer, sucking in a long full of smoke himself. As he exhaled, Kieran took another drink, passed the blunt back to Laoch. It was Laoch who finally asked* -Laoch- "Is there a reason we sat down here?" *Left hand scratching right temple* -Laoch- "Other than burn this gar...."
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 7, 2021 12:14:36 GMT -8
"To begin, where do you stand and in what shape are you?" * Adding quickly* "You know about The Old man?" *Leaning in and resting elbows on the table, hands clasped she waited*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 7, 2021 12:30:24 GMT -8
*Laoch say quiet but Kieran spoke* -Kieran- "I.. we stand with you." *Right brushing his nose* "We have a ship in orbit and as far as I know our men are drunk on the town." *Head turning slight he reminisced* "I remember way back apologizing to The Old man for my boys in hiding too much in booze." *Chuckling* -Kieran- "He immediately had a few bottles of whisky and some stout sent to them." * Eyes growing troubled* -Kieran- "From now I hear it he was playing with a grenade and that killed his ass."
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 7, 2021 14:48:49 GMT -8
*Morrigan, looking at the table listened close. A smile crossed her lips at one point that slipped from her face at the mention of An Tiarna's sad demise. She'd leave family members standing over him with nothing but their mouths moving res At the moment anyway. Looking up* --Morrigan- "You have it pretty clear; as do I myself now." *Nodding upward* -Morrigan- "To raibh mile maith agat." * Eyes wavering a moment then catching those of Kieran again* "And you have it straight about the Old man."
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 7, 2021 19:53:11 GMT -8
*The reaction was swift but to them quite the norm* -Laoch- "Who do we kill first?" *Kieran leaned back looking solemnly at Morrigan. The question left nothing to be added*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 7, 2021 20:57:30 GMT -8
Morrigan let out a sharp laugh at the statement. Such blunt honesty she was more than used to; it made her feel at home actually. Chin lifting she spoke, hand slipping a paper to Laoch* -Morrigan- "Nobody.... Right now." *Open right hand gesturing up* -Morrigan- "Wipe your mouth." *Hand dropping back down* "Drink... feast... and relax."
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 7, 2021 21:26:05 GMT -8
*Laoch took the paper from Morrigan and began to wipe his mouth. Kieran ripped it from his meathooks, looking at Laoch with a cutting stare* -Kieran- "Idiot!" * Folding the paper then pocketing it, handed Laoch a hand towel* Laoch- "Use that fool!" *Then the finger good arrived and and momentary peace and tranquility with it*
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