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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2018 15:35:17 GMT -8
The butcher of Jabiim, worth many Jagannath points, Tarnac thought, Kill the butcher or capture him, either way still worth many jagannath points. Tarnac hit his comm to answer Erpon.
Isss there a location to meet up?
Tarnac was itching to hunt a well known target such as the Butcher of Jabiim. It would increase his standing in the eyes of the Scorekeeper.
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Henoc Awaud
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Post by Henoc Awaud on Aug 14, 2018 17:00:28 GMT -8
Henoc boarded his ship and proceeded to head towards the Awaud space station hideout, located in the Instrop sector.
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Post by Erpon Saris on Aug 14, 2018 22:20:57 GMT -8
The butcher of Jabiim, worth many Jagannath points, Tarnac thought, Kill the butcher or capture him, either way still worth many jagannath points. Tarnac hit his comm to answer Erpon.Isss there a location to meet up? Tarnac was itching to hunt a well known target such as the Butcher of Jabiim. It would increase his standing in the eyes of the Scorekeeper. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2018 22:26:47 GMT -8
After receiving the coordinates for the Haven-Class Space Station. Tarnac motioned for Gildar to jump into the Instrop sector. It wouldn't be to long before the Hunt of the butcher would began, and it excited him. Such a prey was worthy to hunt to his heart's content. The Scorekeeper's Grace jumped into hyperspace.
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Orrick Awaud
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Aug 14, 2018 22:56:41 GMT -8
Boarding his M22-T Krayt Gunship, named Ne'ta Orar, Orrick slid into the pilot's seat and removed his helmet. Setting the helmet off to the side, he opened a comm channel to his employer.
I have assembled a crew and we are preparing to apprehend your target. I will contact you again, once we've got a plan in place.
Closing the channel, he flicked several toggles and powered up his ship. Gripping the controls, Orrick piloted the craft out of the hangar bay and out into the asteroid field. As he navigated his way through the field, he thought of who he would select to aid him in his job. Erpon and Henoc were a good start, but they'd need more bodies. A Sith, especially one known as the 'Butcher of Jabiim', wasn't an easy target. If Erpon made contact with any of his allies, that would help. But still, they needed more. As the ship wove among the asteroids, Orrick opened a channel to Vlemeth Port.
Bracken. I require your assistance. Sending you the RV coordinates now. Bring Trask and Ingrid as well.
The reply was short and quick.
Understood. Combat loadout?
With a sigh, Orrick replied.
Yeah. Full combat load out. I'll see you there.
Closing that channel as well, Orrick finally cleared the asteroid field. Powering up the hyperdrive and inputting the coordinates, the gunship jumped to hyperspace.
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Mar 26, 2021 12:15:46 GMT -8
*Walking into the spaceport she eyed her mark in the snap of a hand. A male, human, oh... let's say 6'2" and 180 pounds, toiled at the open door of a small freighter. Left slamming down on top of his head, grabbing hair and pulling back she slipped the top of the blade between two vertebrae, just as her loving Grandfather had showed her - many a time. Practice makes perfect. Through the spine, passing through the treachea and piercing the thyroid, the man slumpped dead on his feet. Now left dropping to coat them pushing with all her might, arms, back and legs the woman propelled the body straight through the door of the ship. As, the body collapsed to the floor of the ship with a sickening thud, she withdrew the blade and nimbly stepped over the body, feet landing flat on floor. Three men, the remaining crew stood watching jaws agape in horror. Before a word could pass any of their lips she spoke casually, as if describing the weather* -Morrigan- "My name's Morrigan Dubh. We're going to Manaan." *If the mere name sent trembles down spines, the threat only heightened the emotion. Door closing the ship fueled up, lifted off and without celebration was gone*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Mar 30, 2021 16:37:39 GMT -8
*Joe Cocker and Jennifer Wanrnes howling Back where we belong in the background, the clunker carrying Morrigan and friends, accomplices, hostages or whatever title floats your boat ripped into a space settling down to a stop*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Mar 30, 2021 18:17:08 GMT -8
*Kieran with all the grace of a bill in a china shop coaster into parking, but 2 spaces down from where Morrigan was parked. Charging the ship down both men stood, guns drawn*
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Mar 30, 2021 18:52:34 GMT -8
*Three bodies exited the ship, one with bird set on sinister shoulder. A little girl cling tight to her left hand. A strapping young man followed behind. Boland sized up the port. Something was about to go down. He looked at the three then back at the ship. The three would be ok for a few minutes. As they walked away he watched then turned his attention to the small freighter. On instinct Boland held his gound*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Mar 30, 2021 19:01:13 GMT -8
*Kieran & Laoch edited last. Before the ship shut the men were halfway past the distance separating them from Morrigan 's ship*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Mar 30, 2021 19:49:32 GMT -8
*Morrigan wasted little time on the dead weight. Strolling up behind the pilot she stuck blade in right gracefully into the name of the neck, passing it out the treachea, then with a twist pulled back and removed the blade. She dropped the gurgling man face first on the monitor editing the cockpit. Walking out she drew a revolver, simultaneously shooting another crew member in the face. The third member's mind raced. Right or flight? Choosing life he three his coat at the psycho broad and booked it for the door*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Mar 30, 2021 20:27:23 GMT -8
*A man bolted from the ship. Right into Kieran and Laoch, with guns drawn and now aimed on their mark. The never believed in a higher power. To tell the truth religion, or what came after this life. That time now at had he desperately grasped for an answer. For anything. The two shot twice each, turning said man 's face. No more need to philosohize over what many be where he was now. The man's face was now turned into an unrecognizable mess. Blood, pieces of flesh and an eye formed an pattern around his head on the floor. Kieran bolstering him grabbed the right leg, Laoch the same with the left, then glossing the body back into the ship. Walking over the carcass the men looked around but nothing except when the woman. Wordlessly they began tearing the ship and the clothes on the three bodies apart. Laoch and Kieran both looked up. Kieran spoke* "Always a pleasure to see you Morrigan." *Laoch nodded, then asked* - Laoch- "Is it true?"
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Mar 30, 2021 21:18:14 GMT -8
*Lower lip trembling Morrigan bit down on it drawing blood. Breathing in deeply she held the envelope up and nodded. She then embraced the two. Then solemn she muttered* -Morrison- "We have family business to attend to." *Sighing deep* "But right now I need a tea. Burn it." *She walked by them out the door*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Mar 30, 2021 21:50:30 GMT -8
*The two wade into the job. The tire the ship down for anything they wanted. The bodies too were stripped and searched. Laoch, protected by a long pair of plastic utility gloves, gave one unfortunate soul a full body cavity. The place ransacked and all seized goods placed in wheelbarrow outside, the men took to covering every possible part of the interior with fuel and any other flammable liquid they could find. Both men washed hands then walked out of the ship. Both turned stroking fires as they did. The latch shut and the ship was gutted by flame. As the inferno dimmed down to hear nothing the pair nodded at one another. -Laoch- "Gotta give the engineers a lot of credit. Collecting the bounty the two strolled it over to the Utopic Vulture and loaded it there. That dealt with the men walked away"
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Apr 1, 2021 13:05:44 GMT -8
*Boring fast of the adult chatter Maureen had slipped away quitely. Most children would be terrified by where they were. Maureen wanted something and was quite uncaring of this fact. Teaching the Utopic Vulture she was inside the ship in a snap. The giant dog stood tail wagging and drooling. The child screeched* -Maureen- "There you are!" Trim my around she dashed from the ship. The dog paraded along beside her*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 1, 2021 13:16:45 GMT -8
*It was Laoch who noticed the little girl was missing. A graphic image of the unimaginable things he would do to anybody who do much as breathed the girl flashed in his head but he remained quiet*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 1, 2021 15:40:18 GMT -8
*Morrigan looked on cooly* -Morrigan-"The Universe should be in a state of mourning; a Great man passed.... "
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 1, 2021 15:45:04 GMT -8
*Laoch blurted out in response* -Laoch- "The Universe will be in a state of mourning alright."
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Apr 1, 2021 16:04:21 GMT -8
*In the midst of the meeting of the minds, the child raced in with the beast, who commenced to sniff everybody's crotch. Grace face plamed and looked at Morrigan apologetically, praying that her head would remain attached to the shoulders. Boland too lifted a hand but his was to stifle a laugh. In the midst of this potentially explosive scene, the little girl, with a beaming smile, hugging the dog, who now sat wagging his tail*
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Apr 1, 2021 18:47:42 GMT -8
*Grace followed the woman, several paces behind. She watched the woman. Remembering her distinctly for holonet appearances, Grace was terrified. But she continued, attempting to keep a casual outward demeanour. Inside she was trembling like a leaf. Brows creased as she tried to determine if this was from exhilaration of fear. They came up on where the ship's were parked but past the Utopic Vulture instead moving towards a darker corner. My head is about to be shot off. Run? Heart pounding she prepared to go down with her head held high. She desperately hoped that Boland and the girl were ok. They wouldn't kill a little girl -that she was sure of; An Tiarna had raised them.Morrigan began to turn around and despite herself, Grace closed her eyes*
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