Torna Ó Maolchonaire
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Post by Torna Ó Maolchonaire on Sept 6, 2021 0:05:18 GMT -8
Strolling The empty streets of Juvex, the two aged sean chai spoke quietly. This type of standoff was normal in their long twisted experience. In all honesty this particular situation was scarcely a situation really. That noted, Torna O'Maolchonaire and Aogan O'Rathallie kept keen eye on what was occurring; this was history. And the Togorians charged with protecting the pair followed. Closely. The Tog Commando, remained visible enough to enforce the point that these men were covered.... And lest we forget, the trusted scribes of O'Maolchonaire, Eoin and Sean, followed close. Always -Torna- "Where.... That is at the heart of all of this now." Nodding in agreement his partner simply said - Aogan- "Is ea a chara.... Is ea." To which the other replied -Torna- "Get a line of communication going." This was intended for his scribes as much as O'Maolchonaire. The rusty wheels began to turn
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Post by Torna Ó Maolchonaire on Sept 7, 2021 23:41:21 GMT -8
All was quiet and tranquil on the streets of Juvex City. Nine of the ten Togorian Commando, whom stood on constant CP detail for O'Maolchonaire, abruptly shouldering their weapons fired twice. Both Torna and Aogan looked up momentarily but returned to their ongoing debate. At some point Aogan did abruptly state -Aogan- "Now Torna.... How much would you pay to trade this concrete jungle for the real thing?" O'Maolchonaire did not answer the question but he did laugh. A lot
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Sept 8, 2021 2:15:56 GMT -8
Six of the 10 Togorian Commando under Colonel O'Dubhui, correction, make that 7, stood in a tight formation. Shouldering rifles in unison they fired their guns at buzzards that had a habit of circling the city in search of carrion. Yet more flocked by, so The Togs fired another round. Staggering shirtless from his quarters a half awake colonel spoke -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Coffee! Hit me with it!" It was not so much the porcelain cup shattering on his head but more so the scalding coffee in his face that hurt. But O'Dubhui blamed the buzzards -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Fire another round!!!" And indeed the Togs did. Then all fell silent. Nodding the officer spoke -Colonel O'Dubhui- " Maith go leor... Maith go leor...."
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Sept 8, 2021 3:20:23 GMT -8
The two men moved with confidence. The pair were not confident anymore than they were competent. They just moved that way. Stopping for a moment they watched as the colonel's men shoot the shit outta th sky. Then they watched the colonel's men being chastised by the half naked officer himself. Just before to Colonel O'Dubhui shot the shit outta the sky himself -Co Pilot- "Hey! Where are our Togs?" Clearing his throat -Captain Pilot-"I have the men tasked cleaning the ship." Co-pilot did not voice this aloud but he thought that power might have got to Pilot 's head. And he hoped those Togs had beer
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Post by Torna Ó Maolchonaire on Sept 9, 2021 13:46:38 GMT -8
And big history rolls not so much on isolated large occurrences but rather the collection of small events that cumulatively make the whole. That noted, O'Maolchonaire and O'Rathallie running into Pilot and Co-pilot was, if viewed alone, a largely insignificant chance meeting.... The pit stopped and both board ever so slight -O'Maolchonaire- "Gentlemen.... Might we congratulate you on your recent promotion?"
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Sept 9, 2021 14:23:45 GMT -8
The reason for the congratulations initially escaping both men, being as stupid as they were, at last struck home with Pilot, whom was officially now Captain Pilot, and his first mate 1st Lieutenant Co-pilot. Smiling the Captain spoke -Pilot- "Than.... Go raibh maith agat!!" And Co-pilot politely nodding accepted the gesture from the aged Sean chai. So, as asserted priviously, history is formed by many seemingly insignificant acts. Here,a simple question propelled a much wider narative, namely when the one man asked, rather innocently -- "What next?"
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Post by Torna Ó Maolchonaire on Sept 9, 2021 16:20:12 GMT -8
For a long moment the question posed by Pilot would seem to have fallen on deaf ears, so it seemed. Or, perhaps better put, it was a question the recipients did not wish to answer. However, after some time the old Master Aogan did respond, as we typical among his people, in the form of a question -O'Maolchonaire- "And what would you do?" And both of the Elders stood back waiting for the answer that both already knew
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Sept 9, 2021 20:02:30 GMT -8
These two men many a thing but cowards they were not. And both answered in unison -Pilot and Co-Pilot- "We go to war!!!" There the pair froze for a moment before the 1 st Lieutenant added blankly -Co-pilot- "We are just a bit lost as to who with...." His partner, superior... However you wish to frame responded harshly -Pilot- "Quiet you fool! !!" Having no idea himself, he spoke to the two Elders -Pilot- "With the enemy... right. ..?" Not quite certain exactly who the enemy was
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Post by Torna Ó Maolchonaire on Sept 9, 2021 21:36:39 GMT -8
Both men nodded enthusiastically with the initial declaration. As the men openly stated their confusion O'Rathallie face palmed with his right hand but O'Maolchonaire remained stoic. Watching the pair closely he responded -O'Maolchonaire - "If you truly don't know who the enemy is you find out.... " Face of stone so unending some would find it hard comprehending just how words left his mouth -O'Maolchonaire- "And if none exist then you make one." Right arm wrapping around Pilot's neck the Elder asked - O'Maolchonaire- "Now we four must trade the information we have pertaining to this and see where we're at.... " And at a small discreet cafe in Juvex City that is exactly what the four did. O'Rathallie opening a voice Comm. rattled off incoherently to those around him but clear as a bell down the line. And cutting the Commm. With a smile -O'Rathallie- "I informed her.... And she's down; we move immediately."
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Sept 10, 2021 12:38:21 GMT -8
Her image floating by the girl smiled
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Sept 10, 2021 13:54:54 GMT -8
Having taken the Comm. from the Sean chai Grace responded without delay. Cutting the device she announced -Grace- "The Elders are moving." Looking around her -Grace- "This is it...." Standing the woman, right hand on chin down, pacing a moment then looking up -Grace- "The break we've been waiting for." She messaged she O'Dubhui. Then the woman spoke with Boland intimately for a moment. The man immediately began work on the Y 1300
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Sept 10, 2021 14:46:02 GMT -8
Not a stitch of time was wasted by the two. With but a wave of hand Co-pilot had his men moving.The Sentinel class patrol and attack craft was stuffed with provisions by the crew. As Captain Pilot revved that sucker up his 1st Lieutenant Co-pilot directed the men. Finally turning to the two Sean chai -Co-pilot- "No time like the present...." And with that boarding the vessel he spoke -Co-pilot- "When they board - not it!"
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Post by Torna Ó Maolchonaire on Sept 10, 2021 15:11:39 GMT -8
A thin smile crossing his face and stroking heard with right hand one of the grizzled ancient masters spoke -O'Rathallie- "I told you those were men of salt...." Nodding his partner agreed -O'Maolchonaire- "Is ea...." And at that with but a nod of the chin his 10 Togorian Commando stormed onboard the fabled Fart in a Windstorm. Within minutes a Commando appeared at the side hanger silently waving for the pair forward. Neither of the two without delay boarding the vessel with a nod to his men -O'Maolchonaire- "Go raibh maith agat." And the latch shut. Taking their seats and buckling in the pair sat quietly waiting The rumble of the ship shaking the floor at their feet sent vibrations crawling up the men's legs -O'Maolchonaire- "Just like the days of old - remember Aogan!?!" The answer came back swiftly like the snap of fingers -O'Rathallie- "Is ea a chara!!!" And the ship began to lift off....
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Sept 10, 2021 15:31:58 GMT -8
No sooner had the ass ends of the two elders hit the seats when Captain (I'll try to go easy on this shite but the new ranks these two dudes acquired has me happier than a pig in slop)Pilot had that sucker lifting off -Pilot- "Hang onto your nuts gents!" And like lightning into the sky over Juvex City the ship went ripping away leaving a neat line of smoke behind . Before the telltale track even had a chance to dissipate the shipappearing set to disappear into the clouds above swept down in a hazardous low trajectory then shot across the planet becoming smaller and smaller
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Sept 11, 2021 21:02:53 GMT -8
The little girl and The hound ran around the city playing free on greater problems and things should play out as such. After all you're a child only once.... And then? Well. All things abruptly become serious. Indeed, things were playing out too in the adult world but for much bigger stakes. And allowing a single move to slip by without responding, or at the very least recognising and considering before acting quite often became deadly. Boland and Grace on a walkabout addressing their position spoke. The woman's mind froze on that word momentarily. Position.... Things were moving awfully fast for ones who were essentially holding a position. She wondered -Grace- "Boland.... Tell me what you think of Dagobah." They continued strolling. Then Boland abruptly shouldering a rifle tired off three shots The man's move in turn prompting at least five Togs to follow his example and they in turn aroused the JNG , who in a fine display discipline discharging their firearms, spent fifty rounds shooting at what might well have been a flock of geese. And descending effortlessly The Raven landed on the woman's blind side shoulder
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Sept 18, 2021 12:23:28 GMT -8
Standing and snapping fingers Grace spoke -Grace- "Boland! Time to move!"
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 25, 2022 2:50:26 GMT -8
The YT 1300, The Utopic Vulture, sat silently and Grace in tur sat silently beside the vessel nursing a coffee. She had been up for some time and it had been a quiet city night. But the city rose with the sun and quickly transformed into a vigorously moving beast. Head turning as the hatch sprung open a little girl ripped by followed by a monstrous beast. Grace sighed deep
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 27, 2022 0:03:17 GMT -8
And there he sat at the helm of the Utopic Vulture. Fingers tapped across the control panel seemingly without a care, yet not a move was made without a precise reason. The beast fired up.
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on May 27, 2022 0:16:55 GMT -8
The noise touched on the sensitive ear of Colonel O'Dubhui. Chin lifting he spoke - loudly -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Sergeant Slaughter! Lance Corporal!" O'Dubhui fell silent, realizing that his men had already commenced making preparations. Eyes setting on the ground the officer thought deep And as O'Dubhui exercised his mind, and his vocal cords, his officers busied themselves assembling the men then sending them out to task. One of the Togs stopped by a yield sign, lifted his right leg and urinated. Business finished the Togorian simply walked away
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Post by Captain Xakic Kannue on Jan 17, 2023 22:21:49 GMT -8
Captain Kannue stalked the streets in the shadows. Seemingly moving recklessly with no care for time or space the man’s eyes, window to the soul as they were, spoke differently. He carefully studied every inch of land crossed
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