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Post by Makmorn on Jan 20, 2016 21:04:17 GMT -8
*A ship set down near the Mortus. Two men exited and were met by some nasty looking Togorians. Donnabhain looking at the creatures held his cool and spoke*
"I wish to speak with Ab Tiarna"
*He was brought over to where the old man now sat*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 20, 2016 21:25:43 GMT -8
*An Tiarna looked at the new one unsure of who or for that matter what it was and spoke*
'Do you have any particular reason to be here?'
*Then back to the unionist*
'Go ahead if you have something of interest'
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Post by Di Fastski on Jan 20, 2016 21:31:11 GMT -8
*Donnabhain cut straight to the chase*
"I am a union leader from Kessel and we would like to secure the backing of the IF in our struggle for workers rights"
*Sitting back he waited for an answer*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 20, 2016 21:39:35 GMT -8
*An Tiarna smiled politely and looking to Mórrígan spoke*
You see dear? When you look for something it oft falls right out of space onto your lap.'
*Then back to the Kessel union man*
'Then you have it. We'll more than secure your safety.... You'll in turn lay down a cut of your bankroll.'
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Post by Di Fastski on Jan 20, 2016 21:47:19 GMT -8
*These were the words Donnabhain hoped to hear. And no agonizing negotiations were required; money was the only matter left*
"You have it; all we need do is get exact figures down"
*Nodding to Mórrígan with a smile*
"Who's the pretty lady"
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 20, 2016 21:50:51 GMT -8
*An Tiarna's stare grew from hot to scorching*
'That would be my granddaughter, Queen of the Iron fists'
*Begging the question as the crowd suddenly went silent*
'Why do you ask?'
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Post by Di Fastski on Jan 20, 2016 21:55:49 GMT -8
*Donnabhain near choking on his drink backtracked hastily bowed deep and said*
"It is an honor to make your acquaintance you Majesty"
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 20, 2016 22:08:18 GMT -8
*Mórrígan's hand went to her mouth giggling at the reaction of the man but she answered coolly*
"Go raibh maith agat - thank you. The pleasure is all ours."
*With an upward nod*
"We'll likely have a mam go back with you."
*Brows raising*
"And what percentage of the cut are we speaking to?"
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Post by Di Fastski on Jan 20, 2016 22:16:33 GMT -8
*Thinking fast yet trying to maintain a cool demeanour*
"5%?"
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Post by Di Fastski on Jan 20, 2016 22:19:17 GMT -8
*He was beginning to sweat a touch but held his cool*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 20, 2016 22:22:13 GMT -8
*Mórrígan now having taken command of the conversation shot back*
"10%"
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Post by Di Fastski on Jan 20, 2016 22:29:37 GMT -8
*With a poker face Donnabhain replied*
"Deal."
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 20, 2016 22:36:46 GMT -8
*Mórrígan nodded*
"Ceart!"
*Eyes thinning*
"Now who to send back with them?"
*In the backdrop troops kept a constant watch and massive cú faoil ran about, well disciplined yet still with a feral streak, strangely reminiscent of Big Ugly himself*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2016 0:06:59 GMT -8
Not long after the Makkitotosimew had made planetfall and set down, the members of the crew that will be meeting with her Majesticnessnest and Big Ugly make their way down the beach towards the pub where the meeting is to take place.
Just like the start of a joke, a gangly Rodian and a bald human male enter the pub and, like in an action holovid, pause after stepping inside to glance around with stoic, watchful, and intent expressions . The Rodian, Dax, twitches his antennae this way and that to gain a picture of where everyone is and what might be going on that could be of concern, his bulbous blue eyes scanning the scene as well. Sniffing after having his own look around to gauge the scene and look for exits and potential cover points, the human, known to his friends as "Mack", leads the way towards the people they are here to meet.
Stopping a polite distance from the Dubhs, the scar winding from beside Mack's left eye to his chin writhes as, not one for flowery speeches or beating around the bush, he says plainly but respectfully, "Dia dhaoibh, and then waves a hand from himself to the Rodian as he says, I'm Claude Dieter, and this is Dax. We're with the Draykon crew, and we heard that you were looking for smugglers."
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 21, 2016 0:10:15 GMT -8
*The old man stepped in smoothly*
'Collins I want you to go with this man."
*Looking down for a moment*
'Check this business out.....'
*Looking at the smugglers he replied*
'Sit down - have a drink. I'll tell you what we want... &...
*A thin smile passing over his face wagging a giant finger*
'& what we have to offer'
*Turning he barked*
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Post by Di Fastski on Jan 21, 2016 0:18:00 GMT -8
*Startled he answered quickly*
"They're worse than anything that you can imagi....
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 21, 2016 0:26:42 GMT -8
*With one hand out and a nod forward*
'Then how about you go do something about it?'
*It was transparent that this was no question*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2016 0:29:34 GMT -8
Acknowledging the old man's invitation, or perhaps command, to have a seat and get a drink, with a simple nod of his head, Mack then looks at Dax, silently conveying to the Rodian that he should see to the drinks by nodding his chin towards the bar. Taking a seat at a table near enough to the Dubhs to make conversing with them easy, Mack appears to lounge in it casually even though well-trained eyes will be able to see that his stillness and ease are really the deceptively relaxed poise of a veteran warrior.
Dax, after getting a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, drops into a chair beside Mack with a similar deceptive casualness. Pouring a glass and sliding it across to Mack, Dax pours his own, lifts it in a toast towards the Dubhs, and cheerily says, "Sláinte chugat!"
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Post by Di Fastski on Jan 21, 2016 0:33:15 GMT -8
*Donnabhain stumbled as he tried to stand. The man truly scared the life out of him. But it was not so much what he was saying as how it was presented. And akk this thought as the floor grew ever closer to his face*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 21, 2016 0:38:08 GMT -8
*An Tiarna watching Donnabhain head towards a faceplant turned back with a smile*
'Pardon my excuse, we were talking.'
*Snatching the open bottle in front of him he rose it*
'Slainte'
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