Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 21, 2016 18:24:41 GMT -8
*Still waiting gracefully she tossed back her hair and a we sip of wine lighting a cigarette. Here the change she could feel like a dull knife cutting sensitive flesh was revealed*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 21, 2016 18:37:28 GMT -8
*An Tiarna picking up his comm. spoke roughly & quick*
::'Collins - I want you and this Donnabhain back here - now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'::
*With that he cut the comm. link and returned attention to the discussion at hand. The figure across the table seemed confident. But let us see how he handled the numbers presented to him*
'Go raibh maith agat a Robert. We are going to work as you have advised.... Manaan is the main thing though in my opinion. We will hold Besbin and Onderon def facto IF holdings, provided that they are open; why rock the boat when we can do that stopping somewhere for a coffee? That's my piece.... Mórrígan the call is yours to make.'
*The old man sat back face void of emotion*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 21, 2016 20:24:00 GMT -8
*Mórrígan was a touch started by the mention of her name in such a place of authority; this would take some getting used to indeed. Yet from the day of her birth she had been conditioned to fill the role that was her birthright. And graced with that training, not to mention the natural abilities inherent in her blood, she quickly collected herself and responded*
"That is acceptable. In the end Manaan is the only thing important to our hearts.... And it keeps our wallets fat. I want all military and unnecessary diplomatic staff to be removed from any other locations and redeployed at Manaan effective immediately. Besbin and Onderon we will have probed and moved on if they bear fruit... if not - who cares??"
*She paid no mind to discussion with the smuggler; this was business that she would only entertain addressing if necessary. She sat a dispassionate observer*
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Michael Collins
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Post by Michael Collins on Jan 21, 2016 20:46:52 GMT -8
*A ship descended from on high setting down on a hill at the Mortus side. Hanger flying open Collins exited and walked over taking a seat at a table behind those now talking*
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Post by Di Fastski on Jan 21, 2016 20:50:49 GMT -8
*Quietly exiting the Sentinel with Collins a worn looking Donnabhain sauntered over and sat down beside him*
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Gaiscioch Dearg
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Post by Gaiscioch Dearg on Jan 21, 2016 22:19:15 GMT -8
Gaiscioch Dearg entered the Mortus once more after having left earlier to contact his subjects back on Onderon. He had left mere days after taking the planet over in his own name and so he felt compelled to check in often. Just to ensure his takeover was still widely accepted, and gauge if anyone was planning a takeover in his absence. The plan so far had been to keep them too busy reorganizing the structure of their social and military castes that no one had time to spark a rebellion and try his throne out for size. All of that political nonsense ought to keep them happy enough for the time being. At least until he got back to reassert his dominance in person again. In the meantime he was prepared to stay a while on Manaan. Things had been interesting to say the least, and definitely busy, but so far his stay had been.... actually pleasant. Dearg had almost forgotten what it was like to be around people that considered him family. He had been fighting against Jedi, rival Sith factions, and the Sith that he called his allies for years. It was strange to think that no one in this bar was plotting his murder, or waiting for him to drink from a poisoned glass. He caught himself sometimes sizing up anyone in his view, in case they attacked him. However it seemed unnecessary as people here smiled and welcomed his presence. It was tough to get used to.. especially when he was ready for betrayal at any moment.
The giant Corellian seemingly ignored the non-Iron Fists in the bar, however took note of their position, their size, and what threat they posed to him. He grabbed a glass and filled it from a bottle of the oldest scotch that he could find. His walking path took him on the other side of An Tiarna Dubh so that he could keep an eye on the newcomers. He passed by his niece, Morrigan, and ruffled her hair with his large hand and found himself grinning.
Your Highness.
He sat at a table behind Morrigan's. His untrusting nature needing him to be able to see every person in the room. He took a sip of his drink while his other hand rested on the table. He resisted the temptation to rest it on the hilt of his lightsaber, or the battle vibroaxe that he had leaning on the table. It would seem... rude and untrusting to the people that Morrigan and An Tiarna were doing business with. He had been paying attention enough to know it was about Kessel, and moving product from Manaan as well. Other than that he didn't care. Smuggling was.. undesirable to him. Give him armies, ships of war, and Jedi on the battlefield for him to kill with his hands. He knew this was a major part of the Fists income and so he would not go directly against his old Master. However he would be directing his own forces to defence and moving on new territory when it was necessary. He drank again and decided to focus a little more on the conversation. Knowledge was power after all, so he may as well be as informed as he possibly could...
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 21, 2016 22:48:07 GMT -8
*Head flopping under the familiar hand Mórrígan burst out*
"Dearg!!!"
*With a sigh*
"You're back! He's gone mad... well became more mad.'
*With a wink and a smile*
"He passed me the title - who'd have guessed after the Hell you all went through with me??"
*Brows dropping and lips tight*
"He's never been easy to handle - you know that - right?"
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 21, 2016 22:56:36 GMT -8
*The old man looked at Mórrígan shaking his head*
'She's... special.'
*&Then to Dearg*
'So, may I ask where you've been?'
*Eyes growing thin as he watched Dearg toying about*
'& would you mind telling just what it is that has you all paranoid?' |
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Michael Collins
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Post by Michael Collins on Jan 21, 2016 23:07:43 GMT -8
*Collins gave Dearg a pleasant nod. This man he could accept without any reservations. The smugglers having been politely handed their hats Collins believed with the appearance of Dearg they would be back into old mischief soon enough. The family was coming back togeather. Collins oft wondered about the other three... never say never; wait and see. He didn't need give any orders at all; servants flocked to Dearg like flies on shite*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 22, 2016 1:35:47 GMT -8
Half of JvS... I am your fathhhheerrrrr........................ (An Tiarna's wake to a nightmare.....)
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Gaiscioch Dearg
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Post by Gaiscioch Dearg on Jan 22, 2016 9:00:14 GMT -8
Dearg suppressed a grin at his nieces words and took a drink from the refilled glass a server had brought him. No one would ever believe that Morrigan had not been raised by An Tiarna Dubh, she took after him more than a daughter of his own blood would. For a moment he actually wondered how the other three were, if they even survived. Dearg wondered if he should investigate into the disappearance of Connor. He himself had been raising him before his early death, and the boy had never been heard of again. Connor had been frail, and the Gaiscioch Dearg now would have considered him weak. It was unlikely the boy managed to survive. Still, he had been feeling like his former self since arriving on this swimming pool of a planet, and he may expend the man hours to look into sating his curiosity. The Iron Fists thrived off of a family mentality and having the "chosen children" back home would give the soldiers, and his fellow leaders, something to believe in and push forward. Everyone gravitated towards Morrigan and fawned over her as if she were still a toddler. There was respect there as well, although that may be more fear. She had grown into a strong woman, if not in the Force than in political power and knife carving skills. The young woman looked ready to skin any man, woman, or Togarian alive. Having Connor, Keegan, and Ayden back may prove to be useful to the Iron Fists gaining power, and even be beneficial. Who know, maybe he would don the mantle of "loving uncle" once more and complete whatever training they may have had over the years. Again... if they had managed to even survive the galaxy in the Fists absence. He shook himself and brought himself back to focus on what was in front of him. The surviving nice would get his focus for now, along with the rest of the Iron Fists that they had managed to gather thus far. With some teamwork and planning, Gaiscioch Dearg could turn this bunch into quite the fearsome force once more.
His grin faded slightly as An Tiarna directed his attention towards his former right hand man. Gaiscioch made an effort to relax his hand and move it away from the edge of the table. Away from his weapons.
Recently? I have been checking in with Onderon. I rushed here immediately after murdering their King and claiming the throne for myself once more. I have been contacting them frequently to ensure they are reminded that I am a presence and they are not to be plotting behind my back.
He took a drink and tried not to glare as he answered the second question.
I am a paranoid man a chara. This is not my first, second, nor third body. Betrayal runs deep in my history. I stay alive now by having a plan to kill anyone within a city subsection of myself.
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 22, 2016 12:08:26 GMT -8
*An Tiarna smiled with a reassuring voice spoke*
'Thank you a chara.... & relax Dearg; you're home...... Well having died among us animals a time - or was it two? I can see the tension."
*With a laugh and raised bottle*
'Here's to the many lives we have; relax a chara mhaith; you're home.' |
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Michael Collins
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Post by Michael Collins on Jan 22, 2016 21:01:05 GMT -8
*Sitting calm through the commotion Collins watched every move, catching the subtle voice displayed in action. Open sensitive ears words fell and here too he focused as much on how one sounded as to the words that fell from there lips*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 22, 2016 23:05:12 GMT -8
*Mórrígan tossing her hair to the side shuffled in her chair before becoming a rock of stone Nodding to the smuggler addressed him very straight, mincing no words*
"Ceart!! If you were to mention slaves one more time my head would explode."
*Nodding to An Tiarna*
"The IF kills people... lots of people. Genocide? well unintentionally; that is an unfortunate page in our history....."
*Waving her hand across the open sky, brows raising*
"See many Vong around?"
*Eyes down brow creasing... transparently troubled by the whole sorted affair*
"I... was a baby then... and he didn't want to kill them all....."
*Shoulders rising*
"To say it straight the whole bloody business occurred when he was saving people from the Vong...."
*Eyes creasing and gaze to the ground if but for a flash. Then face stone cold*
"Nobody ever mentions that part of the story...."
*Arm sweeping tossing the whole business away. Hand gesturing spit the next passage out*
"Now you seem fixated on slavery... digging as it were."
*Nodding up to An Tiarna then gaze back to the stranger*
"He will not tolerate slavery."
*Hand slapping the wind as if brushing the subject aside*
"Now you see the numbers their."
*Gesturing to the kolto inventory spoken to earlier*
"That requires an active fleet of imperial class freighters."
*Eyes froze now - lips tight, speaking soft yet clearly - more to the IF present, not the stranger*
"We are not doing Kessel.... That could be to your advantage actually."
*Smile on her lips as she unclips the holster under her left breast. Brows creasing*
“Do you have any other moral obligations?”
*The question one not intended at reciving nor wanting an answer. Looking at her grandfather, Cormac and dearg*
“Toss this one something he can handle…. And give him some money."
*Nodding to the smuggler*
“Slan go foill.”
*The Queen of the Iron Fists had spoken - unconditionally and the topic was closed. Turning a touch to the side with a smile*
"Maith go leor! Gents enough toying around; time to move. We will be keeping Manaan… and Onderon for Uncle Dearg.”
*Waving her hand*
“Anything else we go where we want; take what we want….”
*Smile ever so charming and innocent*
"And we grease anybody who gets in the way.”
*When Morrigan spoke the Irons Fist acted.; the question as to where was now closed*
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Michael Collins
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Post by Michael Collins on Jan 22, 2016 23:41:47 GMT -8
*Collins closely watched every move around him - he was still breathing due to such manners. When Mórrígan spoke all were wise to listen; she was the voice of authority among the Iron Fists. At a point Collins casually unbuckled his holster. He sat with head set to the right shoulder watching. On her word he knew where they were going*
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Di Fastski
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Post by Di Fastski on Jan 23, 2016 0:00:42 GMT -8
*Donnabhain, now standing, left foot on a chair elbow rested at the knee, hand to his chin watched the young firecracker talk. He could see why the old man said that she was in charge. He had heard stories of Mórrígan - legends really - 10 years old standing addressing the Senate - to declare war on the Jedi. Watching her in action was a treat. He had heard other things too of her and consequently attempted to keep his thoughts clean*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 23, 2016 0:14:32 GMT -8
*An Tiarna sat calmly watching the whole scene. Mórrígan was acting exactly how he expected of a child who was reared amoung the IF. Indeed she had learned well how to hold herself. So he sat watching - everything. The position that he sat made him clear on all sides from the others so at the word taking a wad of credits from his pocket - all high notes - tossed them on the table towards the stranger as if pennies*
'I could speak to Pizza the Hutt... might have some work for him.'
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Lord Magus
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Post by Lord Magus on Jan 23, 2016 1:04:03 GMT -8
Cormac had a drink, and listened to his niece speak. She was Banrion now, and so by his brand he was bound to obey. Still, he didn't quite understand what she was wanting. At first they were to be supporting the trade unions, and now she says they weren't to do so.
"Morrigan love, you are Banrion, and by my brand I am bound to obey. Tell me what it is you want me to do, and I shall see to it. I am not much for t'inking, as you well know. Your grandda was the brains of our brood. Ah feck, that's a sad state of affairs to hear it out loud."
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 23, 2016 1:39:37 GMT -8
*Head snapping to Cormac's well sounded question with a smile and a wink*
'No worries dear. We'll be thick as thieves in the trade unions; nay as if we're not halfway in the door as it stands."
*&On Cormac's well timed wake up slap*
"Seamus! Be a pet and go to it!"
*With a smile she settled back watching the stranger as she sipped a glass of wine*
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Post by Di Fastski on Jan 23, 2016 1:52:36 GMT -8
*Donnabhain anapped to his feet at the order and with a swift bow turned and walked away and began talking with some IF officers by the a shuttle*
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