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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on May 6, 2021 20:20:33 GMT -8
Plunkett moved with speed. He didn't push his way through the streets; he didn't have to. Indeed,people split like the Red Sean did for Moses when Plunkett walked towards them on a mission, as he did right now. Well over six feet tall and stacked, with eyes lot up he was a formidable sight. Something seemed to radiate from him that declared: this one not only has that size - he can use it. So Plunkett was upon Colonel O'Dubhui and Sergeant Slaughter - fast. He spoke simply -Plunkett- 'Sergeant. Colonel. I need a word with you.....'
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on May 6, 2021 20:46:42 GMT -8
*Slaughter had seen Plunkett coming. And he knew one thing straight away; something was up. Plunkett was a serious man - when things mattered. So Slaughter's judgement told him this man had something to say.Putting down what was in hand he listened. The colonel too understood Plunkett. He was a serious man and he demanded attention, not from fear that he would jump up and down like a spoiled child but rather his exceptional character. Slaughter nodded saying* Sgt. Slaughter- 'Lt Plunkett.' Meanwhile, Colonel.' O'Dubhui too took notice of the man. O'Dubhui calmly closed files and set them to his right side. His pistol still sat, as always on the table right in front of him and he left it as such, not as threat but simply because the habit was so ingrained. Looking at Plunkett he spoke to the man by his first names* -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Mary Joseph, sit down." * Gesturing to the seat in front of him* -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Tell what troubled you...."
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on May 6, 2021 21:06:31 GMT -8
Plunkett nodded to Slaughter. Then he listened. He spoke -Lt. Plunkett- 'Yes sir; thank you. Thank you Colonel O'Dubhui." Plunkett took a seat. -Lt. Plunkett- 'Sir I have some serious news... information.' Shaking head and gesturing with right hand. -Lt. Plunkett- 'How would the Old man say it?'Right index finger in the air and eyes lit up in such a way the y would melt steel he continued -Lt. Plunkett- 'Yes.... I believe we have a bloody engagement.'
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on May 7, 2021 1:02:56 GMT -8
Morrigan crept up on Lt. Plunkett, Sgt Slaughter and Colonel O'Dubhui, without malice in her heart, she naturally moved very stealthily. She listened with sensitive ear. This might be time for a move
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on May 7, 2021 23:53:32 GMT -8
The sun that Juvex cicled did not take a break, give shining a miss momentarily so that it might ask the birds in the sky how they were doing in all that heat. Nor did O'Dubhui believe it was necessary to give an order twice. The colonel sat entranced reading a dossier in hands. Behind him the two Sentinels, Poetic Buzzard and Fart in a Windstorm were being cleaned and maintained. Sergeant Slaughter and a Juvexian mechanic worked with three big Togs on the Poetic Buzzard? The unit's two droidekia, Grover and Felix were shined, oiled, guns cleaned, loaded, sights calibrated and finally positioned 8 meters apart 10 yards from 'The Iron Fists Line' so many Juvexians called the partition between themselves and space occupied. posts were maintained but a certain calm prevailed
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on May 8, 2021 2:29:23 GMT -8
Plunkett spoke strongly with General Baggage, leader of The Juvexian National Gaurd, as Pilot and Co-pilot were having an exchange with several Togorian Commando. All the while The Fart in a Windstorm was being given the treatment. while two Togs stood gaurd, staring down there Juvexian counterparts, the four remaining swabbed down the Sentinel.
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on May 8, 2021 17:43:45 GMT -8
Laoch and Kieran could be seen strolling up to the group. They spoke amongst themselves -Laoch- 'What do you mean real IF?' Kieran shrugged and said -Kieran- 'That my brother is exactly what we are....' Nodding to himself -Kieran- 'Yes sir.... How would The Old man put it?' Snapping fingers he declared -Kieran- 'Fior Irandoideanne....' Face turning to Laoch -Kieran- 'Dig that? Real Iron Fists. ' Laoch nodded as the closed in on the group talking. Laoch muttered yet quite clear -Laoch- 'Now we just need show this to people....' Kieran scoffed -Kieran- "We need prove nothing; we are...." The pair moved along like that down a street in Juvex City
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on May 9, 2021 19:04:59 GMT -8
Colonel O'Dubhui had his hands full. Two things became central, firstly the careful draft of Juvexians to fill depleted numbers and secondly working on three Universal jammers found in Juvex City. These were not just laying around but found among shops in the underbelly of the city. One was installed in each of the ships
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on May 9, 2021 19:14:13 GMT -8
Likewise, on Lt Plunkett's end massive overhauls were underway. He spoke with Co-pilot, then pilot, successfully enlisting them, ranks to be detrrmined. Four Juvexians were also accepted directly into his Commando squad. All enlisting were accepted with age, 22 years old minimum, a previous military record and health tests. Universal jammers were installed on The Fart in a Windstorm. Training of all recruits began under his six Togs. That the Juvexians survived the first day was enough said about their will and toughness. Training continued but they were part of the team
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 9, 2021 19:37:56 GMT -8
As the jocks plotted and schemed around them, Boland led an exhibition your of the unique adaptations that had been done to his ship over the years. Grace, with The Raven, vocally resistant but otherwise still, Maureen accompanying him as he showed off the system of jammers and other deceptive hardware installed on his pride and joy, The Utopic Vulture, (Which he'd sell in a heartbeat for Maureen, or Grace if need be), to Kieran, Laoch and Morrigan. The constant pounding of bodhran was accompanied by pipes screeching in the backdrop. Looking to the little girl -Boland- "Even have a couple gifts for Grace and yourself...." The hound sat behind them watching closely
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on May 9, 2021 20:41:50 GMT -8
Kieran and Laoch followed the man through his show of the capabilities of his ship. They nodded as Boland spoke, pointed at various times but otherwise were quiet observers
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on May 9, 2021 20:51:20 GMT -8
Morrigan quietly observed everything. Firstly she had witnessed the induction of Co-pilot, Pilot and the Juvexians into the fold. Now she strolled, inspecting the work of Colonel O'Dubhui and Lt Plunkett on their ships respectfully. Morrigan quietly watched. Stopping by The Utopic Vulture she watched. They were a happy family. Misfits to be sure and who cared; they were pleasing to watch.... Her uncle's were quite... polite, lacking a better word. And with all this on she could still hear the bodhran best and pipe howl
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on May 10, 2021 18:30:32 GMT -8
Colonel O'Dubhui fists at hips watched as Sgt Slaughter and the three Tog Commando ran the 7 Juvexian recruits through a gruelling regiment of training. All recruits were volunteers but carefully selected. All had formal Imperial training amongst the special forces. All passed a ridiculously high bar to secure entry and were now being tested as much as trained. Could they shoot? What martial skills for they possess? What other skills of use had they learned? The men, and two women, achieved quite admirably. Slaughter was a tough trainer and keeping up to a Togorian wss.no small feat. So the colonel was impressed. One woman and man of the natives had extensive knowledge of machines, and another two were computer jocks. This node well with the installation of the Universal jammed and other maintenance of the Sentinel. So, O'Dubhui watched as work varied on
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on May 10, 2021 19:09:41 GMT -8
Watching Lt Plunkett observing his four Juvexian recruits and was torn as whether they should laugh or cry. His was no squad for the weak. But they survived and then some. They too took part in work on the Fart in a Windstorm. Pilot and Co-pilot were becoming closer and closer to the 'Furballs', so they called the Togs. They even took part in some training, which is admirable for a pair of drunks. All progressed at a stupifying pace
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on May 10, 2021 19:46:58 GMT -8
The woman strolled through the father open concept military compound that they existed in on Juvex. Many, perhaps most would find the whole setup difficult to digest. To her however this type of setting was like being home. The pipes and bodhran going nonstop only heightened that intimate familiarity the woman felt. She strolled the base of operations right out to the line setup by the Juvexian armed forces. She smiled at a few soldiers politely, actually winked at one and did not declare "Take a picture it'll last longer" as she walked away. Stopping in front of the YT - 1300 she looked it up and down. She muttered -Morrigan- "Not here first...." And with that she sauntered over to The Fart in a Windstorm where she quickly singled Pilot and Co-pilot out . Smiling -Morrigan- "Let's have a little chat gents... shall we?" She shouted over shoulder -Morrigan- "Plunkett! Have a couple of your boys for a bit." And with that Morrigan had a lengthy discussion with the resident alcoholics about the clear and present danger created by their dependency to the drug, a brief interlude into the infamous effects of addiction on her own family and the emotional scars she herself carried from this tragic abuse. She went on to discuss possible forms of intervention, such as intergalactic 12 steps programs, self help, shock therapy etc and so forth. Then with a smile she revealed a hidden six pack, that she'd had in her left the whole time. An Tiarna Stout; all the flavor and twice the alcohol -Morrigan- "Drink boys?" Both pads accepted a couple each and the three sat back, consume d the booze, rattled about the many entrances to a planet all three knew like the back of their hands and watched the show around them escalate
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 10, 2021 20:51:39 GMT -8
EXCUSE THIS
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 10, 2021 20:53:50 GMT -8
As Boland worked he thought. And he talked. He recalibrated this and filled that; tightened one screw then loosened another, and so on and so forth through the interior of the ship, then he had a go at the engine. Maureen handed him tools, of which she was acquiring a healthy knowledge, while The hound stood tail wagging at her side. Grace did her own share of maintenance where she could but talking with The Raven absorbed much of her time -Grace- "How can I explain this in a way that you'll understand?" The bird, perched on a post in front of her, spoke -The Raven- "You're an idiot - right?" As it slapped the woman shot back -Grace- "Near ten Force sensitive people can be easily detected. You really nee...." Cutting her off there he asked without awaiting answer "Are you invading anything? No. Let Boland and myself tackle that issue." His words were strangely calming and she relaxed, watching Boland and Maureen work on the Utopic Vulture
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on May 10, 2021 21:37:04 GMT -8
The place heated up with action. New bodies. Renovations on top of the renovations. Troops buried there; more recruited here. Laoch suffering from motion sickness worked he might vomit. On somebody's shoes. The thought of shoes brought on a myriad of mental sights, smells and tastes. Belching he dug furiously in pockets. Left hand shooting up he smiled. The antihistamine know Universe wide - No Retch. Eating three capsules he sighed and watched. Kieran too was somewhat sickened. Sickened by watching that ape Boland breaching all kinds of child labour laws having that poor kid clean up his mess. Shrugging he turned to watch the Togs. He wondered if the local animal shelter performed euthanasia
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on May 11, 2021 7:21:58 GMT -8
As Lt Plunkett ran his men tagged guarding the perimeter that divided Juvexian land and the area controlled by his party,the skyboys were well past downing copious amounts of coffee and full sperd into their preferred beverage, that being barley sandwiches, exploring maps and arguing over a favorite subject, that being typography -Co-pilot- 'Look. I'm telling you, this is The best alternative entrance to the planet.' Shaking head his partner answered -Pilot- 'You mean safest. What we want is smart; think more.' They went back to studying maps.'
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on May 11, 2021 8:12:36 GMT -8
Laoch and Kieran approached Plunkett. Laoch nodded slight while Kieran skipping any formalities launched straight into speaking -Kieran- 'Lieutenant I want several things and make it fast - you hear?' Again, he awaited no answer, moving ahead counting out each order -Kieran- 'Get me the specs on Golan platforms, up to date topographic info from the entrance site, and options on a full scale invasion.' Laoch and Kieran turned and walked away. Both men turned back with an eerie synchronicity in their movement -Laoch 'And we want that like yesterday.' Nodding and saluting Kieran and Laoch departed
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