zabrak Twin Dubh
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Post by zabrak Twin Dubh on Feb 15, 2016 21:19:50 GMT -8
*A transport departed from Cloud city and made the jump to hyperspace*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 16, 2016 21:27:29 GMT -8
*Crew aboard the IF ship are a mess. Many are passed out at their posts; others are spinning like rock stars jonesing for a eight ball. Two men wrestle in a corner while another hurls blows down the head and face of another sorry soul caught here in this mess. A Comm. officer sits upside down in his seat. Coffee is being handed out by the bucket. The captain sits playing with toy ships. At last he opens a Comm. link.
-Captain-
::Please have somebody tell her Majesty how much of a choke hold we have on the Universe. They must be screaming for lack of fuel out there::
*With that he cuts the link and goes back to playing with his toys mind away from the fact that he is sitting in a match set to strike off a biological catastrophe*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 18, 2016 3:18:16 GMT -8
*Those still conscious in the time bomb have taken up a flare for ballroom dancing and they are not uptight about their sexuality; a partner is a partner. ABBA screaming Take a Chance on Me' at 75 decibels rocks the ship. Some with half a brain are sweating bullets; this type of vibration could inadvertently set off the fixed ship and hence kick up the inevitable explosion that would make Chernobyl seem like a toaster blowing up. And the dance went on. The captain weeps openly*
-Captain-
"I love the Bee Gees...."
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 18, 2016 18:20:41 GMT -8
*The Captain talks to an aid*
"Lieutenant... at this rate we're the only fueled ship in this wide universe; any outlandish talk of monetary resources is transparently ridiculous. It morally disgusts me that the IF banks validity has been questioned by intellectual midgets; our case is more than transparent. I was with the IF when the Big Man had poor Randall run himself into the ground by playing the role of reestablishing Cloud City - from the bottom up. My recommendation will be that scum who try and railroad the IF on some filthy perverted despicable accusation, fueling by gibberish in the background by intellectual midgets about our lack of properly played roles in financial ventures is grossly inaccurate and morally repugnant. I am disgusted to have had to even play this child's game. Not a move..... Nothing. Our banking was brought to question?"
*Bellying over in laughter he rises up face all the fury spitting to the ground*
"Wait til the Old Man hears this.'
*Laughing hysterically the man can scarce hold his feet. A pair of naval cadets help the man stand*
"Son I don't think that you were even a cadet when I was part of him making Villa, or Randall Flagg as he became known, rebuild this pit from the ground up. I am truly sickened by this... how do they word it? Yes."
*In a squealing like a stuck pig whine*
"Transparently !!!"
*Throwing the silliness away with a sweep of the hand*
"Intellectual midgets...."
*The news is relayed to the Old Man. And the old officer continued his rant*
"Now’s here’s some mythology of the Wars in the Stars….. The “Battle of Bespin” ah… ya. We’re expected to believe that some rock em sock em gun’s of the Navarrone jive with men beefing it up on top of a nuclear plant with guns a blaring and bombs flying all over the place do nothing…. Then we have a bunch of crackpots with all cannons flaring off capital ships right down to hotdogs on star fighters firing like madmen around this fishbowl Cloud City. And both of which are hovering over a gas giant…. Ah… ya. That dog don’t hunt."
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 19, 2016 6:22:47 GMT -8
*Still awaiting a reply from th Old Man the IF ship sits maneuvering in Bespin orbit attempting to avoid bumpin into the Fish Bowl or plow into BesGas. BesGas the CO thinks, remembering when An Tiarna held up a middle finger & ran the IF ships off methane from human waste. A song played in the background*
Yeah, they were dancin' and singin' and movin' to the groovin' And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted
Play that funky music white boy Play that funky music right Play that funky music white boy Lay down that boogie and play that funky music till you die
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 19, 2016 17:03:29 GMT -8
*Commander O'Driscoll took responded to a Comm. He listened squinting as the link abruptly cut. Pulling his revolver he subsequently blew the shot the Captain in the head*
-O' Driscoll-
"I am taking charge here. We are going to conduct ourselves like a military unit.... Go raibh maith agat"
*The body was cleaned up and things fell into order with speed*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 20, 2016 5:37:28 GMT -8
*A ship sits in orbit close to Cloud City policing movement in & out of the system & recording every move. Special attention is paid to the shipping, or lack thereof in and out of Bespin orbit*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 20, 2016 13:24:08 GMT -8
*A Sentinel drops in from hyperspace. Codes are sent immediately to the IF suicide ship. The ship heads directly to cloud city*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 20, 2016 16:28:21 GMT -8
*A Sentinel rises up from the gas plant. The go ahead relayed to the IF ship in orbit. The Sentinel makes the jump to hyperspace. The captain of the IF ship speaks*
-Captain O'Driscoll-
"Prepare to activate on my call"
Detonation codes: Tibannopolis ~ TIBANG6396 Cloud City ~ MUSHROOMCLOUD6734
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 20, 2016 18:06:59 GMT -8
*A nervous lieutenant spoke*
"Captain... what is going on??"
*O' Driscoll immediately smaked the man in his face*
-O' Driscoll-
"Pretty basic son... we're a time bomb. & the way it stands now Cloud City and the gas plant are set to be aggressively renovated. There's enough nitrogen in them to nuke a small city... & we have the power to detonate all that at the flick of a switch"
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 20, 2016 18:39:59 GMT -8
*The Captain laid out the plan*
-Captain O'Driscoll-
"Ok gentlemen. We roll on the call from the big shots. Unless any signal of a problem presents itself. But a word from either Cloud City or the Tibannopolis & we detonate.... Any sign of a problem at either location and the men there have been ordered to and indeed will pull the pin themselves."
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 25, 2016 21:58:21 GMT -8
*The IF fleet sat on watch over Bespin orbit all and anything, which added up to nothing was recorded down to the second and relayed in full to the High Command*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 28, 2016 22:28:51 GMT -8
*Captain O'Driscoll strolled the ship as inter-galactic tumbleweed buzzed by. Detailed minute by minute broadcasts of the hectic pace at Bespin were relayed directly to Manaan*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Mar 1, 2016 22:57:04 GMT -8
*O'Driscoll & his crew desperately attempted to keep track of the mind-numbing whirlwind of activity at the cradle of inter-galactic travel. The Captain thought that he heard crickets for a moment but realized that the battery in his hearing aid was in need of recharging. Always the ready he slipped them from ear replacing them deftly with his auxiliary pair. He spoke, subconsciously heels clicking together back straightening up as the words fell from his lips*
-Captain O' Driscoll- "Just keep sending her Majesty allll of this play by play. Hopefully she won't pass out from boredom....."
*Signing deeply*
-Captain O' Driscoll-
"Boys I realize that this is difficult to visualize but at one time we actually did things out here..... Anyways...."
*A drink was handed to the Captain. With a smile O'Driscoll lit a cigarette and laid back in his chair*
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Post by Zalus Bidan on Mar 12, 2016 18:43:49 GMT -8
Fortune's Favorite exited hyperspace, it wasn't a long jump, only a few hours at most. They flew past an entire abandoned IF armada, suddenly Zalus smirked at the idea of taking one of the massive cruisers as his own. He looked at the vast number of ships waiting here for nothing, as they flew on by. He wondered if he could sell them and keep the ship that he liked the most. So many opportunities here for payday and salvage, not just on bespin, but in orbit as well./font]
"All right, we're here," He stretched out against his captain's chair.
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Post by Zalus Bidan on Mar 12, 2016 19:01:54 GMT -8
"There are guest quarters with their own refreshers, there's one in the barracks for the boys, and then there's my personal one in my captain's quarters, so take your pick," Zalus chuckled as he watched the viewing port.
He turned back to his crew, "We'll rest for now and relax, TBA get dinner started, and we'll make for the surface at 0700."
"I'll be glad to, Coruscant Strip Nerf Steaks tonight? With some gooberfish fresh from the tank?" TBA asked everyone.
::Vegetables would be good too,:: MIA answered.
"Make my steak like I make my enemies, r-"
TBA chuckled as he slid out of his chair, "Red and bloody, got it."
Zalus chuckled and leaned back in his chair, "What a life."
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Post by Zalus Bidan on Mar 12, 2016 19:35:27 GMT -8
"I should probably follow suit," Zalus rubbed his temple and scooted off of the chair. He took the turbolift up to his own quarters. It was a cozy place, with a king sized bed, and red satin sheets. The flooring was marble, and there was a flat screen, a music player, a console for business related things, as well as for games. He flung his jacket on his bed, and set his weapons on his dresser. He entered the bathroom, it had its own tub, and two person refresher. It was obvious the tub was hutt sized, as was the shower. In fact both rooms were roomy enough for hutts. It was a good ship for pretty much anything in Zalus' opinion. The only other few ships he coveted more than this one, was a corellian corvette, and a strike class medium cruiser. He peeled off his undershirt, pants, and anything else, and headed into the shower to get washed off before dinner.
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Post by Zalus Bidan on Mar 12, 2016 22:16:57 GMT -8
"Fack, forgot my hairbrush!" Zalus muttered to himself as he stepped out of the shower, and grabbed a towel to dry off a little so he wouldn't drip over everything. He walked into his den and living space grumbling with a towel over his head. He looked to his nightstand by his bed and grabbed the brush.
"There you are you..." He at once noticed a sweet smell, that was not his own, and remarkably like the passenger he just picked up. He turned around and looked Hensley right in the eyes. He tisked with a click of his tongue and shook his head, "Pretty sure dinner is down in the gala, not here...so if you're gonna gawk, gawk, if you're going to loot, please don't, I spent a great deal of effort going through and collecting some priceless items on my travels."
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Post by Zalus Bidan on Mar 14, 2016 0:29:38 GMT -8
"No dear, 'fraid you won't. You see some trinkets here like my IF battle gear, stolen from ATD's own palace, even his prided enchanted sword. However, He wrapped the towel around his middle and tied it tight. He walked over to the display case, his wet feet slapped against the marble flooring. The room was like his own private palace. He opened the display case to reveal many dresses. He looked her up and down and smirked, "Many of these dresses were Morrigans, ATD's wife. Some of them were from my lovely female friends when I was more of a lady killer. Most of these dresses aren't below six thousand credits. Some of the ones on the left have embroidered gemstones, and nova crystals. I save them on occasion when I bring a woman aboard I actually like. You can steal them if you want to, but I'd prefer if you wore them instead of selling them. Dresses are meant to be worn, not bartered. I think you'd look good in many of these. Hmm..." He thumbed through his collection and pulled one out, it was lacy black with gold embroidered adornments in it. On the right side was a peekaboo slit on the dress, and on the left was a golden flower that was embroidered all the way up with black opals that shone and twinkled. "Seven thousand credits this one if you can believe it. There is a red one with the same gold flower, but with rubies instead of opals," He smiled and laid it out on the bed. "Next time ask before coming up here and stealing my stuff, I'd much rather show you what you can wear, rather than what you can take."
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Post by Zalus Bidan on Mar 16, 2016 1:23:48 GMT -8
He scoffed as he could see her eyes light up like the noonday sun, "Stole it from the woman I was sleeping with. She was a senator's daughter. I didn't care to ask how old she was, she was my first, so chances are she was the one who was robbing the cradle for those several nights on coruscant. She had daddy issues, and she was a fine Togrutan. So I did what anyone would naturally do when the object of ones one night stand was showering away. Grabbed the best dresses, called for a ride and hopped off the balcony. I did that for a long time until I realized it was better to have a more stable job, and home before looting the closets of women and politicians. Now I just do that on my spare time while moving crap back and forth for hutts. You though, you get to keep it, I do rather like you and having you around. You're an odd one, but so am I.""
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