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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 25, 2021 15:19:43 GMT -8
Sitting attentively Morrigan listened. The Pirate Queen story moved her in a most personal way. Was it her fate to be fried to cinders on some hair brained quest for glory? She shuddered then shrugged the grisly thought off, muttering: -Morrigan- "Been a good run...." The ancient story teller abruptly turned course, looking Colonel O'Dubhui in the eye he recited a story. -O'Rathallie- "I was sitting on the beach of Manaan one day when a man came to ask a question of The Old man...." Holding his gaze* "So, this man asked, 'What would you do.... would it be alright by you, An Tirana, if I were to kill Nexus.'" Staring intensely. -O'Rathallie- "Well.... The Old man smiled wide and said this: ' Be fine by me.... So, long as you're down with me spilling your guys all over this beach.'" *There he dropped the talk abruptly, looking at cigarette in hand tossed it to the ground beneath his feet and lit up his his pipe. Exhaling smoke bellowed around him and the Storyteller rolled -O'Rathallie- "Now Oglaigh na Irandoideanne began as the ultra militant wing of The CDDC...." *And so he began, spinning a tale with such eloquence that would put Honest Ed Mirvish to shame, alibi it not coming with D grade cold cuts unfit to meet the standards of dog food and cheesy dollar sale clothes. One thing O'Rathallie did shell out was sadly lacking in many - truth.... Arms spreading wide he spoke cheerily yet with a hint of sorrow. -O'Rathallie- "Glorious victories; unmitigated disasters; drunken brawls; murders, weddings and funerals.... How would himself, The Old man put it?" * Eyes narrowing for a second, then his right indexi shooting up and eyes wide. "Yes: 'T'was a rich tapestry. I cried; I wept; it became part of me....."' Head shaking, left palm sweeping over eye he laughed loudly
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 25, 2021 16:46:42 GMT -8
*Laoch watched jaw hanging at chest and eyes dull* -Laoch- "How long do think dudes gonna shoot off his gums for? *Kieran's Eyes sprung open as if he had been smacked upside the head * -Kieran- "Could you please show some respect!" *Gesturing to O'Rathallie* -Kieran- "Some of this is interesting!" *Eyes narrowing* -Kieran- "And that man is obviously on seriously mind altering drugs." * Laoch nodding in agreement, as Kieran grappled with a key part of his defense of O'Rathallie. He ventured a suggestion* -Kieran- "Speaking of mind altering...."
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Apr 25, 2021 17:17:42 GMT -8
*Tired she was but the little girl tried to keep focus on what the man was saying. This old guy was smart! The hound sat, drooling all over the child and wondering if their was anything good to eat at whatever this thing was the humans were doing. Every word touched Grace. Family. Tribe. Nation. All were one. She was learning....
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 25, 2021 17:54:39 GMT -8
*The eight men spread out. Two groups of two spoke with Juvexian troop COs smoothing out some coordination in their purposes in movements. The other Four Togs formed the security of O'Rathalliethe's lecture. Being distanced did not effect their ability to hear what the man was saying due to their intensely heightened hearing abilities. Slaughter and Colonel O'Dubhui on the other hand were up close. And they felt the weight of the brief censure delivered by O'Rathallie. O'Dubhui was a wise man and had reluctantly made a cold decision. One that was all but scrapped now. For the better he thought. The mention of history made him want for action. Desperately
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Apr 25, 2021 18:31:38 GMT -8
Plunkett gravitated to Colonel O'Dubhui and his escort was drawn to the other Togs. The old man was speaking to a history that Plunkett was an intrinsic part of. So it touched him. And culturally O'Rathallie was a member of his tribe, which only drew in Plunkett more. He listened to this education on the pas T and could not help that it shaped a picture in his mind of the future he desired
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 25, 2021 18:58:58 GMT -8
The sun was gone from the sky. Here a memory from the past struck her. It was one of the most moving scenes of her entire life. Holding a man whilst he had something supernatural strike him.... The whole power of it all captivated her.... He hung onto her tiny hand. She talked him through the whole ordeal. He a mountain of sinewy flesh and her So young. The whole event was earth shattering. And it created a bond that she could not betray. O'Rathallie chastising O'Dubhui brought that from the subconscious realm to the front of her mind. She muttered: -Morrigan- "Never forget the past...." Hearing her speak the Sean chi responded enthusiastically -O'Rathallie- "That's the spirit Morrigan!" Of course he justifiably believed her words to be directed at what he was saying. I'm an odd way it was, her memory drawn from a personal story under the umbrella of that mighty entity. Looking out at the crowd -O'Rathallie- "Was anyone here with An Tirana in orbit over Taris?" The pipe was silent for the moment but the bodhran beat continued to sound
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 25, 2021 20:05:44 GMT -8
One thing the colonel knew. The alcohol was getting to him. Staggering a touch he steadied himself on the back of a chair. We the question touched his ears O'Dubhui's right hand went up like a kid in grade three. Pulling it back down quick he said -O'Dubhui- "Me." Then fast covering that sad ass excuse for an answer - O'Dubhui- "Yes sir. Colonel O'Dubhui. I was in the IF flagship with An Tirana...." * Eyes brows creasing he stated -O'Dubhui- "Was Admiral O'Miadhachain's ship....."
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 25, 2021 20:28:11 GMT -8
Brows rising Morrigan smiled. Colonel O'Dubhui did not slip into that rank by virtue of having a brother who worked at the office of IF internal affairs in Galactic City. No. O'Dubhui had kicked, clawed and punched his way up the spiked corporate ladder. Without any doubt he was a walking part of the puzzle that made legends The ancient historian smiled. He was actually impressed. Quick to expand on his comment hne continued -O'Rathallie- "Good. Colonel O'Dubhui.... Please interject if any part of my story does not agree with your own memory." A mild chuckle escaped from Morrigan's mouth. Turning to The Sean chi the woman spoke quietly -Morrigan- "You do realize that you just invited him to criticize anything... and pretty much everything that you say?"
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 26, 2021 4:07:08 GMT -8
*In the early morning as the sun rose marking green day, Colonel O'Dubhui and his men, Sgt Slaughter and 10 Togorian Commando swept the area. After performing standard security checks, they stood at attention in two rows of five. The IF flag rose high. O'Dubhui, arms crossed behind back and joined at the hands walked down each line inspecting troopers. Slaughter walked in the same way as the colonel two steps behind, emulating O'Dubhui's every move At last, Colonel O'Dubhui stood in front of his men* -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Dismissed!" *The men broke off and began the day*
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Post by Torna Ó Maolchonaire on Apr 26, 2021 12:05:29 GMT -8
*Freak occurrences in one place at approximately the same time, or very close together, were oft wholly unrelated. Sometimes however, when added together small miracles transpiring simultaneously, or in rapid succession, created an observable chain of events that could not be written off as mere natural coincidence. Quite to the opposite, such extraordinary events when added together revealed something of supernatural significance. Hence, the arrival of Torna O'Maolchonaire was indeed of no mean order. He walked slow and deliberately towards the Utopic Vulture. Here, the nude tattooed Druidesses took initative, pulling a table to the side of O'Rathallie and a chair behind O'Maolchonaire as he sat. The renowned Sean chi nodded then waved the tip of mighty right hand. A glass then a bottle of uisce beatha were stood in front of him and he nodded again. Another of The Masters of the Oral Tradition had arrived. That counted as two.... Two too many? O'Maolchonaire eyed a a feather blowing gentle in the wind. He watched as it hovered careless and free then fell violently towards the pavement at his feet only to be effortlessly swept upward again just short of touching down. Then slowly it climbed upward again before slipping on absolutely nothing to crash down to start all over again. A thin smile crossed over the face of O'Maolchonaire. Feather in the wind. What a fine a fine analogy could be constructed of such with the feather in the wind on one end and the history of the mighty Warriors of the Iron Fists at the other.... O'Maolchonaire nodded, saying -O'Maolchonaire- "Dia daoibh a Mhorrigan agus a hAogan." The aged scholar had a stout bodyguard of 10, who kept themselves in the shadows The uilleann pipe continued to howl as the bodhran beat
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 26, 2021 15:47:55 GMT -8
History they say is not built of Great events alone but rather the foundation of Great events is history itself, that being the cumulative sum of Small seemingly insignificant occurrences. That noted, a fairly significant number of particularly compelling circumstances were in play here to generate what was a fairly monumental moment. If the appearance of O'Rathallie was nothing short of astonishing then that of O'Maolchonaire in the same time frame was And inspiring. Both of them togethe everything flat on the parliamentary side. Morrigan was now reduced, by no intention of those inspiring the feeling, to that of a small child. She had grown watching these two quietly collecting the relics that formed a historical record. And in that manner she sat as witness reluctant to interfere. She mumbled. "Dia is Muire dhuit a Torna.... " O'Rathallie watched as the Master approached. Now if he was anything humble was the top oft forgotten adjective best to describe O'Rathallie. After O'Maolchonaire spoke he nodded and said: -O'Rathallie- "Dia is Muire duit a Torna." No other pleasantries were offered by O'Rathallie but what he did say was as follows: -O'Rathallie- "I would like to yield the floor to Master O'Maolchonaire...."
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Post by Torna Ó Maolchonaire on Apr 26, 2021 17:53:29 GMT -8
O'Maolchonaire listened attentively with ears, his gaze set on the ground at his feet. He looked up and nodded to both responses to his own greeting but returned to looking down. Cane set on side of seat he held staff, fashioned of the finest beskar steel with engravings celebrating the length and adorned with unique jewels, turning it in hands. He spoke -O'Maolchonaire- "Go raibh maith agat a chara..... But why don't we share the floor?". A smile passed but was replaced by a sober face. Passing a paper to O'Rathallie he spoke -O'Maolchonaire- "I'm uncertain what type of morons these people are but read some of that...." Pouring a tall drink and lighting pipe then taking a pull the smoke bellowed around him - O'Maolchonaire- "Do you remember when Tanith with her CDDC threatened to hit Yaga Minor?" O'Maolchonaire' s eyes grew thin and face distorted as he mimicked a child voice: "Boo hoo! Not you achara!" Chin shaking momentarily, eyes rolled and right waving the little impression off -O'Maolchonaire- "That was Sherph begging him...." Looking around -O'Maolchonaire- "You know what?" Looking down once again -O'Maolchonaire- "She took it..... But not with him; he ordered the IF to stand down."
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 26, 2021 18:31:45 GMT -8
*The boys sat watching. Kieran suddenly blurted out* -Kieran- "Do you see the weapons on that old man...? *Laoch nodded laughing* -Laoch- "Outta control...." *Shaking head* -Laoch- "Dude has a gun under each arm...." *Ponting yet trying to be discreet* - Laoch- "That cane is bladed...." *Eyes lighting up like a small child* "Another gun!" * Grinning now* "Couple of blades too.... That dude is loaded!" * Kieran nodded in agreement. Then the talk about yielding the foor began. Both men watched. Kieran and Laoch simultaneously turned one to the other* -Kieran- "Did the one old dude just concede being linked off by the other?" *Laoch raised right index* "Hang on the other just said that they could share the floor..." *Looking back at each other again then back out* -Kieran- "This universe is getting pretty weird." *Both men's ingrained views of the way things should be greatly effected how things were interpreted by the pair. And like that the subject changed like lightning* -Kieran- "You know what I want to do?" *Laoch racking his mind pointlessly for an answer finally asked* -Laoch- "No - what?" *Kieran responded with three words* -Kieran- "Wander the Universe." *Confused look coming over face* -Laoch- "What you mean 'wander the universe?" *Looking out at the sky* -Kieran- "You know like those tables about An Tiarna back on 1.0... whatever the fuck a 1.0 is...." * Brushing the term off like an irritating fly* -Kieran- "But just go out.... Get in adventures. Not hurt anybody." *Wry smile crossing over hard face* -Kieran- "Unless they try to hurt me...."
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 26, 2021 21:54:36 GMT -8
Morrigan knew stories but this incident was before she was born. Certainly sounded like the man she knew. O'Rathallie knew the whole incident intimately; he was in the thick of it all then. And he spoke -O'Rathallie- "I remember that!" Looking up at the sky above them he wondered. If people didn't like truth this was the wrong place to be. He blurted out. -O'Rathallie- "A chara you must see the bang up job going down on Manaan. I saw one group of fools just dig a hole and erect a building.... On that beach." *The poor man broke down in laughter. He struggled with himself but got out a sentence* -O'Rathallie- "The Old man flipped at people landing personal ships there." Pulling himself together he breathed deep. In through the nose; slow out the mouth. Again and agan. Slow. Laughter consumed him again. He managed a sentence - O'Rathallie-"Then... Some git with a stick poked the water and cornered the Kolto industry....." When you thought of the literally exhausting work The Old man was put through, and every soul involved in the task of building and maintaining Manaan what was happening was a mockery to the notion of there being merit in work
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Post by Torna Ó Maolchonaire on Apr 26, 2021 22:48:25 GMT -8
Watching O'Rathallie go through the slight mental breakdown was sad but not unexpected. A hovering ambulance pulled up but as three Juvexian paramedics burst from the vehicle O'Maolchonaire rose a giant hand -O'Maolchonaire- "Bit of a hysterical meltdown but think that he's alright gents." Seeing a woman paramedic he immediately added - O'Maolchonaire- "Pardon my excuse ma'am." That dealt with he thought. If what the man said was true.... Sad state of affairs. Buy O'Maolchonaire knew was this: if what O'Rathallie said was true then he had completely legitimate reasoning to kill anybody involved. A smile passed his lips
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 26, 2021 23:39:02 GMT -8
Colonel O'Dubhui and Sgt Slaughter were both ragged. It was early. Too early. Both men carefully went through pictures, voice recordings and every other available resource. O'Dubhui went over one picture. Then compared it to another. Then compared them again. Setting down the pictures he called out: "Slaughter! Get over here!" Sgt Slaughter shuffled around the table. Looking down on the pictures he laughed. -Slaughter- "Well that's a sin......" O'Dubhui laughed.... "And what did the twin look like?" Slaughter chortled as he shoved both pictures into a file but upon opening the next his face went pale. With shaking head he slammed it shut. Placing an 💀 insignia over the envelope he scribbled K&L atop. Slaughter abruptly spoke -Sgt Slaughter- "I n the systems of law existing on many planets we would have a very powerful argument for justifiable manslaughter." O'Dubhui nodded. He looked at the skull on the file. He opened it. The man deserved to die. A horrible horrible death. Next file....
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 27, 2021 1:36:04 GMT -8
Morrigan say up abruptly. Left hand covering eyes the right ran through her hair then searched. 'Flick' On went the light. Turning right on behind her feet touched. Cold. Cold. Pulling back feet onto edge of bed, then wrapping arms around knees, she looked down on the table before her. There laid a pack of cigarettes. Emperor's Special Blend.... The only brand guaranteeing that it not only will kill you; it wants to kill you. Reaching out she flipped it open, snagging a cigarette. Smoke between lips she flipped her Kessel, lighter that never dies, taking a massive drag.... What a fitful night.... She could smell it brewing. Timed coffee makers. Grinding coffee. Grinding fingers in a coffee grinder..... Or whatever body part floats your boat. She was an angry person.... An angry sociopathic person.... She stood. Then her knees buckled and down she went -Morrigan- "Ouch! That hurt...." Pulling herself back to feet, she strolled over to counter. grabbing a cup and spoon fills inn 3 sugar. Tossing spoon in after sugar, she pours in trusty An Tiarna blend (6 scoops coffee per 3 cups water). Lastly the girl pours in a sack of cream. And with a stir she slams it back. -Morrigan- "Ouch! That will wake up the dead!" The tail end of the morning's folk wisdom played First comes lust then a shotgun marriage Six months later come a baby in a carriage....
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 27, 2021 9:24:48 GMT -8
Spread thin and side was the idea. Two man teams at least 100 meters apart all connected via tight communication but using richly coded and minimized to the desperately essential. Sgt Slaughter and Colonel O'Dubhui sat steaming through files. Slaughter casually spoke -Sgt Slaughter- "You know what the Old man would be doing?" Looking cautiously at O'Dubhui. Nodding the Colonel replied -Colonel O 'Dubhui-"I'd like to believe that I do.... " Brows dropping -Colonel O'Dubhui- "The man defied logic.... " Slaughter nodded and went back to rooting through personal records. Slaughter thought of the notion of "going underground". People liked to believe that you disappeared without a trace.... You could "hide" in this universe wide but all left a trail of identifiers from behind from birth. These were revealing themselves now. The colonel abruptly spoke -Colonel O'Dubhui - "He'd hit... Hard." Slaughter looked up left hand stroking at chin -Sgt Slaughter- "Yes sir...." Two Togorian Commando, both mechanics stood by The Utopic Vulture with a Juvexian Cam Shaft. Mr Shaft was a master mechanic who worked at one time with Sienar Design Systems. The three grease monkeys spoke. -Tog mech 1- "Not sure what they want...." The other commando answered -Tog mech 2- "Think impenetrable was the word." Both laughed but the Juvexian interjected -Cam Shaft- "That's a lofty goal..... But can make it very deceptive." Tog mech 1 grinned. Deception. Nice word And the pipe wailed in the distance as the bodhran ceaselessly pounded
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Post by Torna Ó Maolchonaire on Apr 27, 2021 12:05:43 GMT -8
The great storyteller packed pipe with tobacco. Lighting the pipe up he inhaled deep. Smoke bellowed at one him as it was released. O'Maolchonaire moved slowly. But O'Maolchonaire didn't need to move fast but for a small few of many. He looked around him as he thought of many a day. Many a week. A month. A year.... Decades that lay behind him lost in cruel Darkness that was the space all around us. He only had The Word that formed The Sentence and those that were then delicately intertwined to form The Story. Now it was O'Maolchonaire's job, no his sacred duty to tell a tale so engaging that it could captivate a stone, yet remain pure and unaffected. And with tha most sacred charge urging him on, uttered a single word: -O'Maolchonaire- "Taris...." His eyes sweeping The quiet gathering, The Ancient Bard continued -O'Maolchonaire- "The Space over Taris.... The Old man became marked as a genocidal maniac." Head turning back down -O'Maolchonaire- "The Yuuzhan Vong." Head rearing up he coldly said - O'Maolchonaire- "He blew every last of them straight to hell." Gaze falling to the ground once again -O'Maolchonaire- "But little was said of those he saved that day.... O'Maolchonaire- "Funny that." Then low but clear laying down a most celebrated name -O'Maolchonaire- "Iniquitous was among those in that terrified crew." Boom boom boom the bodhran beat as the Uilleann pipe wailed
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 27, 2021 16:12:27 GMT -8
*The more emphasis on just how small their numbers were, how small their ships were and just how small there chances were Colonel O'Dubhui's already troubling inferiority complex, one that Freud would have had a field day with, stressed the man. Small.... Tiny.... Insignificant.... A smile grew on the wily officer's face. Their forces were puny. Extremely punny really. And people's brains were apparently not as big as they thought they were.... Breathing in the deeply O'Dubhui wondered.... Did androids dream of electric sheep? And how much was the average maximum penalty for plagiarism when all penal systems were brought into the equation? Snapping from pointless wandering he spoke* -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Slaughter.... Slaughter you amadant!!!" *The sergeant was in his own dream world..... 'The wheels on the bus go round.... Round and round, round and round. The whee....' His name being called brought Slaughter crashing from his mindless mind game. Well that was awkward. Sitting straight up Slaughter responded* -Sgt Slaughter- "Yes sir! Colonel sir!" *O'Dubhui facepalmed. Hand sliding down his face* -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Listen man. I have not survived this long on my good looks alone." * Slaughter stated at The colonel thinking 'is this dude coming on to me?' Slipping right hand to pistol he answered cautiously* -Sgt Slaughter- "Right sir...." *O'Dubhui Was a seasoned veteran. His advice on diplomatic talks was as follows: -O'Dubhui- 'Be polite, respectful and immediately develop a plan to kill everyone in the room if necessary.' Eyes on Slaughter his first words were* -O'Dubhui- "Get your hand off the gun." * Slaughter complied. The colonel continued his spiel* -Colonel O'Dubhui- "No blockade in the history of blockades has been designed to stop small vessels. Well you have those nightmare ship by ship checks, which include monotonous scenarios of ship by ship investigation, boarding and all that nonsense...." *Saking Right hand, index finger pointing out* -Colonel O'Dubhui- "That is not happening on Manaan..." *Head ducking left* -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Can you imagine trying to block everything going into Coruscant? Ouch." *swatting that example aside, O'Dubhui cut to the chase* -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Think that's that. Just need decide what and who." * Clearing throat, not for a dramatic effect but simple because he needed to clear his throat* -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Intel outta Manaan is not stelar. We know the big players. And another thing we know isee that we have a considerable amount of unknown with little seasoning. Or so they appear." *Slaughter responded* "Disguised?" *The colonel smiled. Pointing down to the table* -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Recording? Good. Inform everybody."
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