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Post by Michael Collins on Jan 21, 2016 0:44:15 GMT -8
*Roughly grabbing Donnabhain Collins brisked him off towards a waiting Sentinel followed by several Togorians. The ship fired up and lifted up and was rocketing away into the Manaan sky*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 21, 2016 0:53:36 GMT -8
*Chin up at the other union rep*
'Ok fancy pants! Shouldn't you be somewhere?'
*Then back to his guests*
'Pardon my excuse again, led do thoill....'
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2016 1:02:41 GMT -8
Lifting a hand and shaking his head to silently convey to the old man that there is no need for him to apologize, Mack lifts his glass as Dax and the old man offer their toasts, and then downs his whiskey in a gulp afterwards. Sliding the empty glass across the table towards Dax for it to be refilled, Mack, with a patient air as he has no intention of hurrying the old man, takes a thin Kubaz cigarra from a case he pulls from a vest pocket, and then lifts the case towards An Tiarna with an eyebrow cocked inquisitively as he asks, "Cigarra?"
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Post by Di Fastski on Jan 21, 2016 1:17:34 GMT -8
::We're there....::
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 21, 2016 1:22:04 GMT -8
::Idiot....::
*After responding to the daft message he took the cigarette, placed it in his shirt pocket, as two of his own now burned in an ashtray & another was in his hand opened a comm. link again speaking of which little wsd in Common*
::Is ea... maith go leor! Kessel. Fág an Bealach!::
*Cutting the comm. again & looking up at his guests*
'Now.... Smugglers. I have a lot of things to move. Cargo... spice... humans - those I would need very strong insurances on the safety of, as if any lost a member of my family... well. I'd need gut them like fish.'
*Broad hand sweeping across th air as if brushing the comment aside*
'What can you move? Capacity... Moral restrictions... something you're unwilling to handle.... Do tell.
*Teeth gritting*
'We do deal in many a thing.'
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2016 2:10:19 GMT -8
Nodding soberly to acknowledge what one could expect in the way of consequences should they allow any harm to come to any member of the old man's family, Mack smokes his cigarra while listening to all else the old man says, exhaling a clould of bluish smoke up towards the ceiling and setting the cigarra in an ashtray before he answers the questions he has been asked in his customarily straight-forward and unadorned fashion.
"We have two ships, at the moment, that we use in our operations. A YZ-775, with a maximum cargo capacity of 400 metric tons; and a Wayfarer-class medium transport with a maximum cargo capacity of 220 metric tons. Taking a sip of his whiskey before continuing, Mack goes on after setting the glass down, The only thing we're absolutely unwilling to move is, his tone for the first time betrays some sign of his feelings on a subject, his distaste evident as he all but spits out, slaves. Taking another drink, as though to wash the taste of the word slave from his mouth, Mack continues in his usual dry tone, As far as insurances for the safety of any passengers we might be asked to transport, he smiles the thin, confident smile of an alpha predator, let's just say that the vast majority of our crew members have, thanks to their varied pasts, more than a little experience handling themselves in . . . difficult situations, and that our pilots have all flown more than once under combat conditions. So long as we have a no B.S. assessment of the possible threats to our passengers we need to be on guard for, we can guarantee their safety while they're in our hands."
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 21, 2016 2:28:01 GMT -8
'Handling themselves in what manner? If i may be so bold.'
*Eyes widened and lips pursed*
'& let us get a grip on reality here; what... how does one say this politely? Yes.'
*Nodding again with a thin grin face then falls to a stone voice a flat tone*
'& what class of human cargo were you moving from this place... to that?'
*Turning he barked at the crew*
'If i'm hearing right from all being put to me Kessel is the same old slave camp we liberated from way back!'
*Laughing & shaking his head*
'This is rich! We go in & a man can make an honest living; we drop the ball & the bloody place is turned into a concentration camp before our ships are out of orbit.'
*Looking about for an answer none will supply smashing the table with a fist shaking the very planet it sits on yet asking again*
'What's that!?!'
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2016 2:49:18 GMT -8
Lifting his hands, palms upwards to silently suggest that the old man need not worry about any and all questions he might chance to have as they speak together, Mack taps the ash from the tip of his cigarra after the next round of questions have been set out before him before he sets about answering them in his simple, straight forward manner, with no traces of bragging of exaggeration in his tone. "Handling themselves in armed or unarmed combat situations of one scale or another. Expanding on a subject more than he usually does, Mack elaborates, We've been up against superior numbers in multiple ground engagements, and we've walked away to fight another day. We've also been in ship to ship conflicts requiring us to out-fly or out-gun our opponents. And we have yet to be caught by any kind of law enforcement."
Taking a drink of his whiskey before moving on to the next question, Mack admits, "Now, our passengers have primarily been of the on-the run, lower rungs of the social ladder variety, I'll admit that. He lifts a finger, But, then again, we have also transported a Hapan princess in our time. Gesturing towards the old man to invite him to voice his concerns, Mack asks, Is it the passenger conditions aboard the ships you're worried about? Or is it our ability to . . . interact with those further up the ladder than ourselves?"
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 21, 2016 3:02:30 GMT -8
*Smiling*
'Do i appear an animal somehow of a higher standard than one of those wolfhounds running about?'
*Shaking his head*
'No.... & to have you move one of them - we'll talk first. Drink up.'
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2016 3:15:25 GMT -8
Returning the old man's smile with a rare one of his own, Mack tilts his head to the side at a non-committal angle when asked if he believes that An Tiarna is an animal of higher quality or standards than others, silently conveying that he is not so foolish as to answer such a question. Having spoken more in the past few moments than he is accustomed to since Adrien being away on a job requires that Mack step into the role of speaking on behalf of the Draykon outfit, his nature leading him to be silent more often than not, Mack elects to merely nod when An Tiarna suggests they will discuss matters further after drinking more, and so simply lifts his glass as though saluting the old man before, as he was bid to do, taking a generous drink of his whiskey before settling a bit more comfortably in his seat to allow An Tiarna to dictate the pace and tenor of their discussion.
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 21, 2016 3:26:12 GMT -8
'You seem a little stunned.'
*Picking up the comm. again as it rings incessantly*
::No... no... that's nonesense!'::
*Cutting the comm. he looked up to the man*
'Well what I am being told here is a mess - nothing to do with you. Now.'
*With a sigh*
'Do you have any idea what I'd like to be moved?'
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2016 3:51:55 GMT -8
With a brief chuckle when the old man suggests he seems stunned, Mack lifts a hand with a shake of his head to indicate that he is fine, simply not one of the more verbose beings in the universe - which he does not, unfortunately, consider might be too complex to be conveyed by a simple nod.
When asked if he can venture a guess as to what it is the old man might want moved, Mack takes a sip of his whiskey, looking into the liquid remaining in the glass contemplatively as though the answer might be found reflected there as if upon a scrying pool. As the old man had stated that he has a great many things to move, Mack finally looks from his whiskey to the old man and admits with a brief grin, "I don't like to guess if I can avoid it. Lifting a hand to gesture towards An Tiarna to invite him to reveal what it is he has in mind, Mack asks, So, what is it you'd like us to move, where is it now, and where would you like it moved to?"
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 21, 2016 4:16:06 GMT -8
*Mórrígan sat quietly and watched the conversation. Indeed , Mórrígan had sat through An Tiarna rants that would wake the dead, and may well have killed some of the living. The latter which might explain her odd fear of cemeteries, particularly from such a ghoulish a soul as herself. After all, those cranky dead people might want a chunk out of the granddaughter of the worm who woke them up. The poor man looked set to tear his hair out, eyes a glaze, and was that his tongue hanging to his chest? No that is just a hallucination. Hummm..... I bet that man would really go for some hallucinogenics right now. Passing by Mórrígan deftly snatched a bottle of whiskey smashing it over An Tiarna's head. She then ripped the spiky end of the handle left in her hand down the old man's back. Tossing it over her shoulder she smiled. A servant brought her a coffee and she immediately snapped off an order pointing to the man being subjected to the lecture*
"Get this man a cu... a pot of coffee!"
*Sitting down carefully she smiled at An Tiarna trying desperately to relax into her coffee*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 21, 2016 4:35:47 GMT -8
*Mind suddenly racing and heart pounding like a jackhammer, inspired by an uncontrollable feeling that the old man was about to rip off her face she smoothly slipped from her seat and in but a flash was across the room smiling at An Tiarna*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 21, 2016 4:46:31 GMT -8
*Slightly staggered by the blow to his head howled out in pain at Mórrígan*
'What the hell was that for!!!!!'
*Still reeling from the bottle to the head the old man stood abruptly, mouth frothing like a rabid dog, grabbing the nearest chair & hurling it with all his power at Mórrígan*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 21, 2016 5:06:32 GMT -8
*Mórrígan made no attempt to use the Force to stop the chair sailing at her head. That would not be right. So she stood awaiting the inevitable bone breaking collision. Then at the right moment she simple stepped to the side allowing it to slam into Luca, who seemed unusually unprepared for the hit.
"Ouch! Did that hurt Luca?"
*Pointing with her thumb and looking back*
"Grandpa did it."
*And with that she slipped into a seat leaving the space between the two open*
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Post by Luca on Jan 21, 2016 5:13:51 GMT -8
*The chair hitting Luca would have easily killed an average human. Luckily for him Luca was not average. Many would question that he was human. Blood rolling down his face and eyes wide and red with rage Luca brushed what remained of the chair off his body and made into a straight charge at An Tiarna, screaming all the way*
"IIIIKKILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU*UUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 21, 2016 5:24:54 GMT -8
*An Tiarna stood relaxed as the oncoming freight train that was Luca, arms outstretched to grasps his neck came running into him. At the last moment he reached out gentle taking Luca's left arm in his left hand, twisting at the hip and knees, catching the left elbow with right hand & completing the motion. All of Luca's weight coming full force at him was redirected towards the trash can behind them*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 21, 2016 17:25:54 GMT -8
*Watching the antics Mórrígan could not contain a laugh. What a cast of characters she lived among. Luca taking a chair in the head and subsequently being sent head first into a garbage can by her ape of a grandfather was... charming. Luca would be fine, as would An Tiarna, hitting either in the head with anything lighter than a 5 lbs slege was like hitting a cow in the head with a fly swatter; it might sting but that skull was thick as a rock. And such was a standard day among the Iron Fists. Looking at the poor visitors she truly felt sorry for them; innocents subjected to An Tiarna talking then observing two baboons fight. She waited for the old man to speak; something big was about to happen....*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 21, 2016 18:16:25 GMT -8
*Head of the 1st Arm na Iarndóideanna – The 1st Iron Fists Army, Field Marshall Robert E. Lee could be seen walking towards the table. A remarkably well mannered gentleman of the finest fighting abilities and one of An Tiarna's chief aids his presence was significant. He sat quietly with his own set of dossiers, all of which were tidy and unquestionably in fine order. He talk was directed at the stranger but it was in many respects intended as much, indeed more so tow An Tiarna*
"Let us put some things in perspective here. Last year our annual quota of proven crude kolto reserves was 172,317 metric barrels. Now that, and the fact that we call Manaan home makes it our most significant asset and more than fuels the war machine that is the Iron Fists. But it is a drop in the bucket to our total gross national product. We have controlling stakes in Besbin. As of last year the count of proven Tibanna gas reserves was set at 268,350metric barrels."
*Addressing the ancient warrior Lee spoke with confidence*
"People hear “Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna – Warriors of the Iron Fists and think of blood, gore, oh yay, oh yay, bodies on the ground, planets wasted and An Tiarna here farting lightning bolts and spiting bullets at innocent bystandards…. May be more than a grain of truth to that; the man’s a wrecking ball. But let me tell you when one repeatedly has to explain, oft to deaf ears, that things are a bit more complex than all that it becomes a bit tiring after a while."
*Turning again to the ancient warrior with an upward nod then back to the strangers*
"Look at him. Do you really think that playing war has him looking so frayed? The man truly loves fighting."
*Shaking his head unconsciously accenting his next words*
"But the business of running an effectively operating war machine wears on him… considerably and quite transparently."
*Turning back to An Tiarna he addressed the big man*
"It is my recommendation that we drop stakes in all but Manaan. This is our home.... I believe that we shouldplace some interest in Besbin and Onderon... but not immediately commit ourselves there. Beyond that? Let everybody else fight over the rest...."
*Looking directly at the smuggler*
"Now where were we? Yes. We are offering you a little piece of the pie here… out of courtesy. Can you grasp the amount that we are talking about here?"
*Brushing past the comment Lee continued*
"So here’s a question. What can we do for you? Out of the kindness of our hearts."
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