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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Mar 28, 2021 23:00:28 GMT -8
*The Utopic Vulture in all her glory was busting down the hyperspace lane. Not a word was spoken nod exchanged*
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Mar 30, 2021 17:22:29 GMT -8
*Boland sat playing with Maureen. The child spoke* -Maureen- "An Tiarna is alllll ashes now." * Bolands face contorted but he did not press; she just knew things.... He looked at Grace. The woman asked simply* -Grace- "Where?" * The child answered* "Where all the theives... skip?" *Grace smiled and yelled* "Smugglers Den - now!"
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Mar 30, 2021 17:32:02 GMT -8
*Laoch turned to Kieran with a questioning look. Kieran on the other hand acted, spinning the ship 180 degrees then hitting the accelerator and tearing of at a speed that would havemade Mario Andretti proud. The Utopic Vulter tore down the hyperspace lane*
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Post by Scar on Jul 30, 2021 22:11:53 GMT -8
Metis Daru @dravenheart Kian Ti  The Fortunate Sun now sailed the stars. Thanks to the facilities at Ryloth, and the continued efforts of her would-be dwellers, the funds and materials brought in created an epicenter of illegal trade and activity within the southern parts of the Outer Rim. Here, they were far away from the Hutts, the Imperials, and any would-be galactic peacekeepers. Though the Sith once ruled many of these stars, their activity had fallen silent and it made Scar feel confident that they could thrive here. When she launched from Ryloth, the Fortunate Sun flew into the stars and jumped for hyperspace.
Their first 'home', if one could call, lingered along the Five Veils Route, which was a major hyperlane between the Farstine and Skynara systems. They situated themselves in the shadows of the former system due to its significance in the spice trade. Spice was always a welcomed commodity that easily found a means to produce profit and bring forth customers. Keeping to secure channels, the Fortunate Sun made itself known through Jinn couriers and scouts that came across other pirate groups and let it be known that they had a place to make money, spend it, and enjoy some hard-earned luxuries. Soon enough, a healthy number of ships began to come and go as profits were made and fortunes won. Security was handed by the Jinn Cabel organics and a force of battle droids, re-programmed for security duty. The bells chimed, voices boomed, and the bazaars were filled to the brim with eager pockets. Scar could practically smell the money flowing.
From within the command sphere, the Cathar hybrid watched as fresh ships came and went. His security vessels screening both incoming and outgoing ships before directing them to their berths. Grabbing a cup of wine, the Dark Side Adept wondered what they should do next. From the sounds of the HoloNet, the First Order was situating itself to impose a new form of galactic order. It did worry him a bit as Imperials were just as bad as Hutts to handle. Imperials had resources, Hutts had cunning. He downs his glass before moving through his suite to check on any news from his various departments, watching as revenue counts were displayed and security issues were reported and handled.
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Post by Epona Dubh on Jul 31, 2021 20:59:33 GMT -8
A small vessel moved along through hyperspace. The Older Smuggler knew their destination. As did the pilot. The Younger Smuggler and three tools who worked under the pair also knew where they were going. Everybody with exception of horse woman stuck in the cargo bay. Speaking of such, Epona paced in the hold. At the sudden turn the force of the move sent the upper portion of her body smacking into the wall
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Post by Kian Ti on Aug 1, 2021 22:58:48 GMT -8
Metis Daru @dravenheart Kian Ti The Fortunate Sun now sailed the stars. Thanks to the facilities at Ryloth, and the continued efforts of her would-be dwellers, the funds and materials brought in created an epicenter of illegal trade and activity within the southern parts of the Outer Rim. Here, they were far away from the Hutts, the Imperials, and any would-be galactic peacekeepers. Though the Sith once ruled many of these stars, their activity had fallen silent and it made Scar feel confident that they could thrive here. When she launched from Ryloth, the Fortunate Sun flew into the stars and jumped for hyperspace.
Their first 'home', if one could call, lingered along the Five Veils Route, which was a major hyperlane between the Farstine and Skynara systems. They situated themselves in the shadows of the former system due to its significance in the spice trade. Spice was always a welcomed commodity that easily found a means to produce profit and bring forth customers. Keeping to secure channels, the Fortunate Sun made itself known through Jinn couriers and scouts that came across other pirate groups and let it be known that they had a place to make money, spend it, and enjoy some hard-earned luxuries. Soon enough, a healthy number of ships began to come and go as profits were made and fortunes won. Security was handed by the Jinn Cabel organics and a force of battle droids, re-programmed for security duty. The bells chimed, voices boomed, and the bazaars were filled to the brim with eager pockets. Scar could practically smell the money flowing.
From within the command sphere, the Cathar hybrid watched as fresh ships came and went. His security vessels screening both incoming and outgoing ships before directing them to their berths. Grabbing a cup of wine, the Dark Side Adept wondered what they should do next. From the sounds of the HoloNet, the First Order was situating itself to impose a new form of galactic order. It did worry him a bit as Imperials were just as bad as Hutts to handle. Imperials had resources, Hutts had cunning. He downs his glass before moving through his suite to check on any news from his various departments, watching as revenue counts were displayed and security issues were reported and handled.
With her own pirates serving aboard the Fortunate Sun as part of the bodyguards, while she could utilize her section, that was bestowed upon her by the mysterious Lord Ghaz, it was a simple game for her. While she made profits, the main portion of her fleet ensured that noone even got any bad ideas of making an attack run on the modified ex-Confederacy ship. The Lictor-class dungeon ship Varn lurked beneath the shadows of the port, flanked by four Nebulon-Bs and four Quasar Firebulk cruisers, while Ti's Interceptor IVs and Mobquet Gunships roamed the flanks of the port, as if they were on patrol duty.
Certainly nothing that would make a faction like the First Order tremble... but enough to make regular mercenaries and other pirates nervous about questioning the defences of the port side.
Even with less raids ahead, her men made alone a good loan for just keeping the port clean and safe. Whether it be just for showing presence in space or actual MagnaGuards patrolling the corridors with Weequay in some ragtag security officer uniforms to their support, it helped their operation.
In the end it was all about money.
Or was it?
The reminder upon her mother suddenly struck the Kaminoan, her green eyes beneath the veiled face showing briefly a glimmer of regret.
Was this now how things settled down for her? A nice buiseness, gaining more influence and then what?
Pursue her old revenge plans?
She never had talked with Ghaz or anyone about the whole thing, making still her advisor Lok Sertoro the only one, who would possibly know, that she still thirsts after bringing vengeance to Kamino. No matter whether those, that had condemned her mother and sent her into exile, had passed away or just served among the Sith like most of their kind, her hatred for her own people was still present even after all those years.
Yet was it truelly what she desired?
Revenge for the prize of abbandoning the good deal she has now out of a petty mood?
Feeling somewhat defeated in regards of her own mind talking sense into her once more, she abbandoned the view upon the vindow port and decided to leave her quarters for the moment. Flanked by two of her cloaked MagnaGuards, whose appearence wasn't too recognizable beneath the layers of cloth that covered both their metalic body and even their faces, she made her way towards one of the ship's bars, hoping to get relaxed this day.
Getting drunk, taking some spice and at the end of it, a visit to the spa, perhaps afterwards even some gambleing.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2021 7:17:47 GMT -8
Things had slowed down a bit as the Fortunate Sun finally came into full working order. His typical tasks in gathering and transporting supplies for all those that had been involved from the start was no longer needed, at least not in such a high capacity. It allowed him to focus in on his own task. He would continue doing jobs for those of the Jinn Cabal and the Ti Syndicate as valued partners, but he could effectively begin making his business in transporting for other that sought to make the shadow port a base of operations.
And so he sat with a club of his own creation. With the money he gained from the job taking the Lucrehulk, he not only bought and modified his new ship, but established his own base of operations: the Melodic Harbinger. He wasn't sure why it was the name he chose for it as it seemed less than appealing as a club. Still, it seemed to attract a crowd as the more that arrived on the station sought it out at some point or another. It even began to gather its own patrons that were seen nearly everyday. As the owner, though unknown except to those in charge, Draven made a decent income from the day to day business. But there were those that worked for him, playing the regular joe that listened in the conversations around them, be it in the club or around the station. If there was ever a point it seemed one wished to have something transported, they were guided over to him.
It was certainly hit and miss as there were plenty in the way of competition or those groups who handled the jobs themselves. It was such a day for him, allowing him to simply sit back in the a balcony that over looked the club. Bit by bit, it was growing. Taking a sip of the whiskey in his hand, he smirked a he let his head dance slightly to the music that corused through the room.
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Post by Metis Daru on Aug 3, 2021 14:38:31 GMT -8
Metis Daru @dravenheart Kian Ti The Fortunate Sun now sailed the stars. Thanks to the facilities at Ryloth, and the continued efforts of her would-be dwellers, the funds and materials brought in created an epicenter of illegal trade and activity within the southern parts of the Outer Rim. Here, they were far away from the Hutts, the Imperials, and any would-be galactic peacekeepers. Though the Sith once ruled many of these stars, their activity had fallen silent and it made Scar feel confident that they could thrive here. When she launched from Ryloth, the Fortunate Sun flew into the stars and jumped for hyperspace.
Their first 'home', if one could call, lingered along the Five Veils Route, which was a major hyperlane between the Farstine and Skynara systems. They situated themselves in the shadows of the former system due to its significance in the spice trade. Spice was always a welcomed commodity that easily found a means to produce profit and bring forth customers. Keeping to secure channels, the Fortunate Sun made itself known through Jinn couriers and scouts that came across other pirate groups and let it be known that they had a place to make money, spend it, and enjoy some hard-earned luxuries. Soon enough, a healthy number of ships began to come and go as profits were made and fortunes won. Security was handed by the Jinn Cabel organics and a force of battle droids, re-programmed for security duty. The bells chimed, voices boomed, and the bazaars were filled to the brim with eager pockets. Scar could practically smell the money flowing.
From within the command sphere, the Cathar hybrid watched as fresh ships came and went. His security vessels screening both incoming and outgoing ships before directing them to their berths. Grabbing a cup of wine, the Dark Side Adept wondered what they should do next. From the sounds of the HoloNet, the First Order was situating itself to impose a new form of galactic order. It did worry him a bit as Imperials were just as bad as Hutts to handle. Imperials had resources, Hutts had cunning. He downs his glass before moving through his suite to check on any news from his various departments, watching as revenue counts were displayed and security issues were reported and handled. |
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 7, 2021 21:22:04 GMT -8
In many realities Gid would not be allowed to drive a tricycle but here and now she was at the helm of massive chunk of metal ripping through space. And the turnoff to Hoth was approaching rapidly. And gone -Shakk- "You missed it!" She answered -Gid- "Shifut the fuck up Shakk you're screwing up my concentration!" Simultaneously pulling a daring, and may would say immensely dangerous, 180 as she spoke, the ship spun around and back they sailed. And her sister screamed -Shakk- "Here Gid!!!! You'll miss it!" The ship tore a strip through hyperspace and TBC next thread
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 8, 2021 15:31:55 GMT -8
A lone Firespray class attack and patrol ship tore recklessly into the hyperspace highway and burned a streak down a well traveled path at astronomical speed
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Aug 8, 2021 15:43:29 GMT -8
As The ship turned violently onto the hyperspace highway Laoch flew violently into the wall. Standing with left hand on head and pistol in right he staggered -Laoch- 'May I ask what you're trying to prove and to whom?' Rolling to his feet Kieran shrugged his head saying -Kieran- 'Shut up the fuck up Loach; we're off that damn icy rock ain't we!' Turning his attention to Gid he went on but much more quietly -Kieran- 'Maybe we wanna ease up on the accelerator next time honey?'
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 10, 2021 20:31:13 GMT -8
Now Mario Andretti himself would have been proud of the way Gid punched the accelerator upon hitting hyperspace. And while Laoch hung on for fear of dear life and preyed silently to his higher power, the Firespray 31, and those imprisoned inside the beast bombed down the hyperspace highway with a total disregard for human life. Laoch settled on the conclusion that this could be worse. Figuring out a tangible example of how exactly this could be worse was not working but nonetheless he hung to the notion. Desperately. As his hands now clung to the dash. Desperately
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 12, 2021 11:49:25 GMT -8
Tearing onto the hyperspace highway a Firespray 31-class patrol and attack craft burned a fresh trail down the most celebrated path. A voice spoke asking -Alem- "Are we there yet?" Her sister adding - Shakk- "I need to use a washroom." Then her other sister asked again - Alem- "Are we there yet Gid?" Legs crossed Shakk exclaimed - Shakk- "I really can't hold this much longer Gid." Alem chimed in - Alem- "Is Juvex much further? My legs are getting sore." And so on and so forth... you get it. The slow deterioration of Gid's tolerance could be read a mile away, it one were to look at here face -Gid- "Knock it off or you'll both be walking!" Her sisters tell silent. For a time. Then abruptly the small one asked -Shakk- "You're bluffing - right?" Alem nodding in agreement said -Alem- "Gotta admit that is kinda weak Gid." Right fist slamming on the dash the exasperated pilot howled - Gid- "One more word from either of you and a turn this ship around!" And silence reigned supreme. For a time. Then a voice rang out -Shakk- "Gid. Could we stop in Bespin? I really need a stretch of the legs." And Gid howled -Gid- "I'll tear your legs off and beat you to death with them!!!!"
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Post by Epona Dubh on Aug 12, 2021 13:04:50 GMT -8
Epona dreamed of having sisters. She had always watched the three from afar with envy. Oh The bond they must share! Such comradery.... So observing as they moved along in hyperspace was an education for the centaur. She herself felt the urge to urinate. And she was feeling a touch peckish. And she to needed a good stretch of the legs. And there was no way she would dare to ask
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Aug 14, 2021 15:56:41 GMT -8
As The ship hit hyperspace so too did Kieran hit the accelerator. The ship soared down the hyperspace highway at a speed that would make Luke Skywalker green with envy
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 17, 2021 16:08:48 GMT -8
Dropping in with the subtly of a bull in a China shop, a lone Firespray-31-class patrol and attack craft blew down the hyperspace highway. Alem, the Gladys Portuguese of the Star Wars universe, stood in front of as mirror in a bikini moving slowly through a set of poses. It was breathtaking. Her sister Shakk carefully examined a long thin double bladed dagger. Carefully, with handle resting in her right hand she ran a sharpening stone up and down the blade. And meantime, as her sisters played around, Gid drove the vessel onward
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 21, 2021 20:57:28 GMT -8
A beat up Firespray-31-class patrol and attack craft blew onto the hyperspace highway. And as Alem was repeatedly telling her sister -Alem-"Shakk I am so sorry. " The blue Twi'leck, towel laid out across her lap, applied Ice to her left hand, with tenser baggage at her side -Shakk- -"It's ok; you don't know your own strength." They sat in wait; the woman in the pilot's seat knew where she was bringing An Lucht Siuil now....
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 23, 2021 12:00:40 GMT -8
A Firespray-31-class appeared in hyperspace. Gid carefully piloted the vessel through space. They did not travel far before God made a turn and hit the accelerator
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 23, 2021 17:24:36 GMT -8
Entering hyperspace a slick and shiny Firespray-31-class interceptor tell into their path a disappeared
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 27, 2021 17:59:41 GMT -8
Dropping into the hyperspace highway The Hand Maid Tail shot off down the well travelled road destination unknown to none but the pilot. As the ship coasted along Shakk and Alem played a game of chance. Taking a sudden turn Gid played with risk herself
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