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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Feb 9, 2016 5:20:57 GMT -8
*The ship landed 60 meters from the Mortus. The hangers sprung open and three Twi'lek strolled out. A man driving his bike did a header into a wall, eyes stuck on the three. Blah blah much of the same; you got it. The Togarian Commando treat them no different than any other. That is until it becomes apparent that the three are not lying. All procedure is carried out as need be and the three are offered a offered a ride. The green of the three responds*
-Alem’aduabh-
"Thanks honey but we like walking"
*With that the three stroll down the beach towards the bar*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 9, 2016 17:31:50 GMT -8
*An Tiarna watched as the ship came down from the sky & landed. As the hanger door flew open & the girls descended memories of his time on Ryloth. He remembered a woman there. The girls were a handsome trio. Something about them reminded him of the past but his life was such a roller coaster things oft slipped his mind. The timing of their arrival was interesting & he remembered the words of the Old Teller from long ago: "there are no such thing as coincidences. He waited to see how this would unfold*
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Feb 9, 2016 18:25:04 GMT -8
*Hearts raced as the three came closer to the pub. Anticipation drove the collective conscience of the girls through the roof as minds raced driving hearts to beat as if they were running a 100m dash. They stopped, Alem’aduabh and Alem’aduabh on the left and right of Shakk’aduabh. They stood proud awaiting the Old Man to speak. Gid’aduabh stood tall her but avoided eye contact. Alem’aduabh looked around at those present but she too avoided the ancient warrior. Shakk’aduabh did not show the fear of either of her sisters, looking the Old Man straight in the face. They stood waiting*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 9, 2016 18:38:15 GMT -8
*An Tiarna looked at the three. Beautiful women he thought but their minds were closed to his own, which in itself was significant. He could smell their fear. Sizing them up he noted how they presented themselves. The red one, tattooed like an IF man was obviously the heavyweight for lack of a better term. The green Twi'lek was an impressive specimen indeed. He near laughed but contained it; she was built like a Gael he thought. The blue one caught his eye for a long moment. She was reminicent Mórrígan; small but you could feel the inner strength. Will power he always professed was the most valuable of characteristics. He took a pull of his drink & lit a cigarette, allowing them to stand a moment. He was not as may would have one believe a cruel man however & spoke simply, if still in the bellow that was him*
-An Tiarna-
'Ladies what may I be so bold to ask graces us with your presence?'
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 9, 2016 19:35:26 GMT -8
*As the girls approached Mórrígan slipped a pistol from her side. One could never be overly careful but she did not just cut them down; some might wish to believe her people bloodthirsty savages. But as violent as they were, they were not brainlessly nor lacking in heart. So she just sat quietly watching. As the air filled with fear she too had the urge to say something. The girls were transparently terrified and it was simply unnecessary. But Mórrígan held her voice. Strangely she was in that moment not reading a thing from any of the three. Suddenly a great flood of information hit her mind. What a madhouse all four were born into crossed the mind. It was a pity for any to enter it willingly. Mórrígan collected and organized it all quickly but remained still. *
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Feb 9, 2016 20:16:00 GMT -8
* Gid’aduabh, the mouth of the three was suddenly frozen and her silver tongue turned to clay as she looked at An Tiarna. He was awe inspiring to say the least and she simple stood mouth agape but no words falling from it to explain why she stood before the man of the Iron Fist. Alem too was wordless, subconsciously leaning towards her smaller sister in a protective stance*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 9, 2016 20:19:25 GMT -8
*The posture of the two did not escape An Tiarna ~ they were frightened ~ more than frightened they were petrified. The subtle unconscious moves by the girls on the left and right to protect the small one between the two did not escape notice & that simple act impressed him immensely. The willingness of the blue one nestled between the two to make and hold eye contact with him did not pass by unnoticed either. He was compelled to say something soothing & began to speak*
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Feb 9, 2016 20:37:58 GMT -8
*Before a word cold escape the Old Man’s lips Shakk burst out, spilling words upon An Tiarna. These words were nonetheless fluent, calmly expressed and arranged in a systematic way*
“An Tiarna Dubh, my sisters and myself have heard that name sice we could ceawl. And t’was not the thing of bedtime stories intended to terrify a child into a peaceful sleep. When we were told of yourself and the Iron Fists not a bad word left anyone’s lips."
*Shaking her head dismissing all that hype then looking down but chin up continued*
"Many years ago we were told of how you came to Ryloth…. You met a Twi'leck woman there by the name of Daesh’atar. She gave birth afterwards to a child, who she insisted, as is tradition to add the surname of the father’s clan name to that of her own, as is our custom. But are mother was instructed to pass her paternal surname onto her children…. None protested."
*Looking up with a thin smile with the last two words face going straight voice still even*
"Her name was Ay’ ydubh…."
*Allowing the bomb to drop for but a second*
“We are the triplets born in turn to her. I am Shakk’aduabh.”
*Without hesitation she gestured to the right*
"This is Gid’aduabh."
*The turning left*
"And she is Alem’aduabh."
*With a glance to Mórrígan and slight nod of the chin eyes back at An Tiarna again*
"We are not here to challenge any right of accession but we belong here."
*At that Shakk stood still head high awaiting she know not what*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 9, 2016 20:56:32 GMT -8
*An Tiarna waited patiently. To be straight the girl was... straight; no beating around the bush. The entire thing dropped down on him quite suddenly. No inner imagery had manifested, nothing of this had been revealed to him for near a span o... 30 years? He struggled with the time question but hurled it aside; one thing An Tiarna did was smell lies like a hound on a bleeding deer. No lies were being told here. The three impressed him but the voice lingering in the depths of his brain spoke 'Great... three more mouths to feed.' Dismissing that gaze still fixed on this Shack. Was it Shack? What kind of a bloody name was Shack? Again pulling himself back into the time and moment the first words that came to mind slipped his lips*
'I really should invest in condoms.'
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 9, 2016 21:12:32 GMT -8
*Knowing what was soon to become know had its' sown sides Mórrígan thought but Shakk's delivery was beautiful. She listened close and found the whole bit and how it was presented just wonderful. The great caution stressing that her own apple cart was not being overturned was clumsy and unneeded, alibi it prudent. Mórrígan's eyes sprung open at An Tiarna's response. Rage filling her heart she rose up from her chair, stepped forward and she put all her weight into a well timed right hand upside An Tiarna's right cheek*
"Céad míle fáilte!"
*Nodding at An Tiarna*
"He's a pig, pay no mind...."
*Gesturing towards the table she took her seat again*
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Feb 9, 2016 22:04:52 GMT -8
*The scene was a touch arresting. As Shakk finished it was as if a hundred pounds was lifted from the girls chests. An Tiarna’s off the cuff reply was a bit awkward handling; the speed and ferocity of Mórrígan’s reponse to his words was shocking, not to mention that one would attempt such. They were not in Kansas anymore. Notwithstanding the girls followed Mórrígan’s offering of a seat with speed. Gid’aduabh, vocal cords now reattached, yet still in a timid voice muttered. Shakk noted the complex makeup of the power dynamic and set that aside*
"Arni’soyacho."
*Alem and Shakk both chimed after settling in their seats*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 9, 2016 22:20:47 GMT -8
*Taking a rifle Mórrígan let off four shots into the sky before setting the gun down and snapping her fingers. Servants descended on the table paying full attention to the girls*
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Feb 9, 2016 22:40:16 GMT -8
*Shakk knew that Mórrígan had power. Her name was of no small order to any near civility; she remembered watching on the news as Mórrígan made a declaration of war - several times, hand shooting to the sky defiantly and screaming the IF saying "Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna" afterwards. She remembered too that Mórrígan now held the rank of Queen of the IF. Any reservations in Shakk's mind as to the validity of that rumor sertainly evaporated. But things seemed very calm now, if frighteningly explosive. She took a drink placed in her hand and waved off food. Gid’aduabh and Alem’aduabh too accepted drinks and sat passively*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 9, 2016 22:48:49 GMT -8
*Watching the girls Mórrígan pointed at the place they sat speaking calmly*
"Get them something light."
*Mórrígan was relaxed but on her toes lest a giant hand dropped on her head and smashed her face off the table. A slap to her grandfsther was bold but still it was like shooting as SSD with a pellet gun. Might make a lot of noise but you aren't doing any real damage. Some finger food was at the table before Mórrígan finished speaking so it would seem*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 9, 2016 23:10:10 GMT -8
*Mórrígan gave another nod.... then one more. The plates were cleared off the table and a load of hardware was piled on the table. Daggers, pistols, ammunition, grenades ~ enough to arm a SWAT car. The girls were fitted and dressed with leg sheaths, holsters, etc. Mórrígan lighting a cigarette and looked around the room then back to the girls*
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Feb 9, 2016 23:15:29 GMT -8
*Overwhelmed the girls just went with the flow. Playing with weapons was like senior citizens playing cards to these people Gid’aduabh thought. With a sudden convulsion it dawned on her: I am one of these people. Shakk was in her glory she started to chant*
-Shakk-
"Gunns guns guns guns"
*Alem’aduabh asked*
"When can we shoot something?"
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 9, 2016 23:22:55 GMT -8
*Mórrígan's response was putting a cap in a nosy creep who seemed far more interested in the four bodies at the table then guns*
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Feb 10, 2016 0:05:44 GMT -8
*Shakk spontaneously capped some weirdo peering at them from up the street. The road crews were busy on the streets of Ahto City. Gid sat frozen whatching but Alem seemed to be getting into the beat. She had yet to shoot anything... or anybody but the desire was there. Shakk appered to have found her station in life. It was heart-wrenching watching the fanily bonding spontaneously unfold*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 10, 2016 0:19:25 GMT -8
*An Tiarna sat with a mortified look on his face, jaw near at his chest almost in tears. He lifted a hand as if in a tragic protest saying inwardly Stop! At long last he spoke*
"This is one of the proudest moments in my life!"
*Fist slamming on the table he stretched out an arm gestured with his hand*
'Look at the family bonding!'
*The old man wept a bit as the author passed out on the keyboard. With a sudden burst of energy, & sticking a pin in the behind of his human typist An Tiarna, king of his cyber domain, snatching a rifle rapidly cranking off 5 shots at the horizon. More vultures. Suddenly a a Comm. rang incessantly until Big Ugly opened the air*
::Is ea... is es... ceart go leor!::
*Cutting the Comm. An Tiarna roughly speaks*
'Flags go to half mast on all IF occupied territory. All IF will remain active; we never stand down. That said we are in a State of National Mourning.....
*Headbutting the table*
'No, feels none the better, but I like pain.'
*With that the drinking commences. Doctors come by and administer An Tiarna's daily dose of drugs, anti-convulsants, 400mg Dilantin, 425mg of Lamotrigine, 4/10 Clobazam; synthetic dopamine, 100/25 Carbodopa. & to top that mess off a healthy daily intake of the antipsychotic medication Seroquel, which luckily, for others he may also request ~ rather than beat the doctors to death & take ~ as required. Lost ourselves. Ceart! The drinking starts again. Smiling An Tiarna speaks to the Twi'lwek girls*
'Think of it this way; Mórrígan was always comforted by tacking on top of all that nasty 'do you know who I am' threat 'he's on antipsychotics now' with a big grin. Lost myself... mourning & drinking it is'
*Flags all over Manaan come to half mast. Except for one house where a man refuses. The sound of a gun recoiling fills the air. Said flag is now at half mast too*
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Feb 10, 2016 5:17:42 GMT -8
*Watching the Old Man speak is physically taxing. Some would go as far as to say that he should be forced to wear a bold warning from the Surgeon General; long term exposure to An Tiarna Dubh is a cause of complete mental breakdown. Watching him with reverence and indeed ever climbing fear Gid turns and comments to Shakk and Alem*
-Gid-
"Running is not always an act of cowardice.'
*Shakk immediately slaped her in the face*
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