Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 12, 2016 3:52:56 GMT -8
*With a polite smileMórrígan laid a pistol gently in front of the girl*
"Here, play with this... try not and shoot him but if you slip? Things happen."
*Head turning with a snap of the finger*
"Get her a drink... something light to eat too."
*Head back towards An Tiarna brows raise*
"Easy enough?"
*Then back to Deirdre*
"I'm Mórrígan."
*With a gesture to the side*
"These three are cousins of mi... ours."
*Then towards the big man*
"This? This... is what helped bring us all here."
*Leaning forward sensitive eyes on Deirdre*
"It's ok to weep dear."
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Post by Deirdre Dubh on Feb 12, 2016 5:10:00 GMT -8
*Deirdre tried to absorb everything. Taking the gun in one hand gently laid it down on the table. All the time she followed the body language and words. This woman was confident. A plate was put on the table in front of her and a glass offered which she took with a nod - red wine! Correction; good red wine! She watched the woman hold herself. She turned to the Tvi'lek trio and smiled. back to the Then a double-take. Cousins? This place was insane. She looked at the gun again then back to the Twi'lecks. Thinking "Should I ask someboby to slap me?" Glancing at the gun again decided that would not be such a good idea here. Mind snapping back to reality as Mórrígan gestured towards the man at the table made her steel a look. An Tiarna Dubh. The Iron Fists. She remembered the names from the news. She glanced over and tried to reconcile the face to the facts. her eyes were captured attempt to match what she saw against the pulp image*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 12, 2016 9:55:07 GMT -8
**Mouth wordlessly falling open Mórrígan watched the woman stare An Tiarna down helplessly hoping that this would pass by smooth and quiet* |
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 12, 2016 10:19:34 GMT -8
*The Ancient Warrior's brows dropped as searing eyes captured those of Deirdre with a giant fist smashing the table his thunderous voice demanding*
'What exactly are you looking at? Need we call a bloody optometrist?'
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 12, 2016 10:25:11 GMT -8
*As the words rolled violently from the Old Man's lips Mórrígan's knuckles went white as she grasped the table eyes shutting tight*
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Post by Brigid Dubh on Feb 12, 2016 10:33:29 GMT -8
*For a fleeting second a face appeared, the steamy undercity of Coruscant in the backdrop for Mórrígan's eyes only then was gone* |
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 12, 2016 10:47:20 GMT -8
*A pin could have been heard in the agonizingly long seconds the Old sat waiting for an answer*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 12, 2016 11:57:25 GMT -8
*Given the potential bomb ready to go off, inevitable pointless blood loss and possible death, which would follow, then lead to cleaning up the remains and disposal of the body, or bodies, Mórrígan stood up speaking*
"Ceart! I have business to take care of!"
*Eyes falling on An Tiarna*
"Entertain... socialize... do something... civilized until I get back."
*Near choking on the word 'civilized' abruptly walking away turned back shouting out orders*
"I want a saddle... holstered with saddlebags! Set Deirdre up and prepare for two more."
* Mórrígan snapped her fingers as she climbed into a Sentinel looking back wearily at the group left behind. A dozen Togorian Commando were on her heel.*
"Onderon first, then Coruscant... Sean Ti."
*The hanger door shut and the vessel lifted up disappeared into the sky*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 12, 2016 13:39:21 GMT -8
*The Old Man sat back calm looking out over the sea. Things moved rapidly yet stayed very much the same. Such was the mind fracturing reality of the Iron Fists. Again he waited for what would come next*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 12, 2016 20:24:50 GMT -8
*A Sentinel could be seen descending in from on high as it touched the surface the hanger door burst open. 12 Togorian Commando sprung from the ship guns drawn quickly cessing out the area. Mórrígan burst out riding a centaur followed by a woman. Trotting up to the Old Man the centaur came to a stop. dismounting as the other girl came to the left Mórrígan spoke gesturing at the body to which she named*
"This is Epona and Brigid. The Twi'lek girls are Gid, Alem and Shakk. That is Deirdre. The girls with me are Brigid and Epona."
*Looking to the newcomers as she took a seat*
"That is An Tiarna Dubh." Sit - please... if you won't crush it."
*Bodies were all over the group. The number of weapons and gear being handed out was astounding, at least to those unfamiliar with the IF culture. Guns, holsters, ammunition, grenades and so forth. Briget was armed and geared up as standard. Espona was provided with saddle and tack, with saddle bags, holsters, guns, a machete and so forth. Both had Cortosis weave added to clothing*
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Twi'leck Triplet Dubh
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Feb 12, 2016 20:34:12 GMT -8
*The Twi'lek Dubh all nodded and voice in unison*
"Aku’shaan."
*Shakk casually capped a nosy onlooker. The girls were beginning to settle into the IF*
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Post by Deirdre Dubh on Feb 12, 2016 20:41:47 GMT -8
*Deirdre gave a friendly nod saying*
"Dia daoibh."
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Post by Brigid Dubh on Feb 12, 2016 20:51:11 GMT -8
*Brigid’s eyes first fell on An Tiarna. The man was arresting to say the least and the military compound that was Manaan numbed the mind. She took a seat nodding politely to all, giving An Tiarna a smile she sat*
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Epona Dubh
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Post by Epona Dubh on Feb 12, 2016 21:02:31 GMT -8
*Epona watched and listened closely. At her turn she said a quite*
"Hello..."
*A drink was soon in her hand bodies were all over her - and Brigid. She herself was saddled up in full, with holsters on the botton and a cross holster across her breasts. Watching Shakk gave her surprizing freedom of expression and she pulled a revolver blowing the head off a glaring passerby*
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Luca
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I am honored and grateful that you have invited me to your daughter's wedding....
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Post by Luca on Feb 12, 2016 21:27:08 GMT -8
*Luca sat quietly in the background when the girls arrived. He kept a silent vigil over the group as the meeting continued*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 12, 2016 21:54:17 GMT -8
*The Old Man watched; he would speak but at the the right time. They would need learn what Mórrígan already knew. & that was not the well versed fact that he was totally mad*
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Michael Collins
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Post by Michael Collins on Feb 12, 2016 22:25:39 GMT -8
*Collins strolled in and sat down. Breen and Cahill followed suit. They were silent. Togorian Commando had the area cased out in mass*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 12, 2016 22:41:17 GMT -8
*The Old Man stood abruptly. He addressed the gathering*
'I would like to thank all of you for being here.'
*Looking up at each and every face. Food & drink were offered in plenty. Setting every party present up with gear continued*
'My time.... has been long. What I want.... Mórrígan understands this."
*Brows dropping head down a second lighting a cigarette he carried on*
'So this... is the future. I am going into semi-retirement; I will always be present but the face of the IF is changing...'
*Another look around*
'Genders I believe.
*knocking the comment aside*
'Women have always been played a crucial role in the IF.... So what we see here is merely carrying on a tradition.'
*With a definitive grunt*
'Maith go lore.'
*Fist triumphantly shooting to sky roared*
Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna .'
*With that he sat down*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 12, 2016 22:49:12 GMT -8
*Sitting quietly Mórrígan listen to each word, placing all in context not only by the words used but also tone. But no matter how it was delivered one word not so common in the Old Man's vocabulary stood out: 'want.' This was most significant indeed. She kept her seat as time was her domain*
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Post by The Doctor on Feb 13, 2016 10:36:53 GMT -8
*The Doctor approaches the gathering. Having sat watching he was mesmerized by the extraordinary study in sociology that naturally presented itself among these people. His particular interest in them was pure science, namely: genetics. On that thought the Doctor had blood samples taken from each girl. The This many Dubh in one test sample was incredible. A Twi'leck, was of particular interest. The Centaur was an absolute prize. He quickly had the samples collected and left with speed*
Deirdre Dubh
Brigid Dubh
Epona Dubh
Gid’aduabh
Alem’aduabh
Shakk’aduabh
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