An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 26, 2015 4:21:27 GMT -8
T'was the night after doomsday & all through the house
not a creature was sober not even the mouse
With mom drunk in the kitchen & dad smoking hash
I was just settling down with a nice piece of ass
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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 26, 2015 20:07:19 GMT -8
As the High King bellowed out in song, Nexus cursed himself for being so bold. Skylar was a veteran and war, and played him for a fool for rushing in. Fortunately for Nexus, he too was a veteran, and always had a contingency plan.
As Skylar side stepped him, Nexus did not feel the satisfying connection of his body-check; instead he felt the hollow embrace of empty space, and the grounds beckoning call, which grew all the louder, as the invisible hand of the force shoved him forward, throwing off his balance. At this point Nexus finally could open his eyes, just as he tumbled towards the ground, and acted on instinct. Things were blurry, but his mind had never left the Wabbajack, even with it out of his hands. That was his back up. It was on the ground, mere inches infront of Skylar- right where he dropped it. The smuggler didn't think to remove it from the field as a potential threat
He adapted- following plan B. He threw out his left elbow, twisting, mid-fall so that he would land on his back. As he twisted, his eyes were locked on the wabbajack, and his will asserted itself, without him moving his body. Suddenly, Wabbajack was imbued with his power, and leapt up, with the side near Adi's left (side facing away from Nexus), suddenly flipping, aiming to careen into left side of Skylar's face. Hopefully the mans focus on his assumed target (Nexus) would blind him to the sudden assault from the previously harmless weapon.
As this happened, Nexus crashed into the ground at Everis' feet, and without missing a beat, kicked his legs up into the air, and pushed off of the ground, to spring up, facing Adi, with an outstretched hand. If his attack connected, he would call for the staff, to fly into his outreached hand. If not, we would just have to see how things played out.
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 26, 2015 20:38:24 GMT -8
*The old man took another pull from the bottle & continued his singing*
You better not shout
you better not cry
You better not scream
or the hostages die
An Tiarna is bombing your town
He lurks were you're sleeping
He stalks you when you're awake
The comm is bugged; the walls have ears
So be scared for your own sake....
An Tiarna is bombing your town
Achhh... I love saturation bombing... & dig my melodious voice....
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 26, 2015 23:29:54 GMT -8
*Picking his nose the old man flipped something unholy to the ground, slugged another drink & sighed. Manaan was his home. Nothing could change that. At that he howled another line of verse in a voice not even a mother could love....*
Silent night; unholy night... bystanders scream at the sight....
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 27, 2015 15:46:00 GMT -8
*Now half in the bag the old man sits looking on dully. The comm. on the table begins ringing incessantly. With a sigh he picks it up. At some point he responses to the muffled voice at the other end*
Right... death star blew up... emperor pulp&swine & a whole shitload of bitpart nobodies got blown to pieces. Do you have something to say that I actually care about?
*The voice at the other end rattles on frantically. An Tiarna's face freezes & his jaw drops. Cutting the comm. the aged warrior speaks slowly in a sorrowful stunned voice*
We... a... something tragic has happened.... A transport carrying a load of spice was lost. First Inky buys it now this....
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 27, 2015 17:11:59 GMT -8
*A doctor approached the old man and spoke in his ear. Pulling back the old man barked*
An Tiarna
Well that's a pain off my back. So this Icecube girl was somebody else's. Well her mother can't be talked down to much with me banging everything in sight. Could you people keep going over that bloody stellar DNA testing of yours & tell me of any other mess ups in your work??
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 27, 2015 18:52:36 GMT -8
*The old man scratches his head & barks out another ditty in a grizzled thunderous voice*
It's lonesome away, from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night, where the wild dingoes call
But there's nothing so lonesome, so morbid or drear
Than to stand in a bar, of a pub with no beer
Now the publicans anxious, for the quota to come
There's a faraway look, on the face of the bum
The maids gone all cranky , and the cooks acting queer
What a terrible place, is a pub with no beer
Then the stockman rides up, with his dry dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on has face, quickly turns to a sneer
When the barman said sadly, the pubs got no beer
There's a dog on the v'randah, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside, drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover, and cringes with fear
Its no place for a dog, round a pub with no beer
Old Billy the blacksmith, first time in his life
Has gone home cold sober, to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen, she says your early my dear
But he breaks down and tells her, the pubs got no beer
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 27, 2015 19:35:21 GMT -8
*The very ground shakes as a mammoth of a man muscles cut to ribbons stomps towards the Mortus. Nowhere in the history of Jedi vs Sith has a man so formidable, awe inspiring or grotesquely ugly as this man stalked among mere mortals. (well with exception for the old man who has anybody beat on the ugliness) This is... Conan the Librarian. As he moves closer a young man steps forward, as stupid as he is bold*
-Young Soon To Be a Grease Patch-
'Mr librarian sir.... where would I go to find a book on....'
*Before the fool has a chance to finish Conan snatches him from the ground by his throat shaking the man like a ragdoll*
-Conan the Librarian-
'Don't you know the Dewey Decimal System!"
*Finished Conan tosses the man to the side & waltzes over to the genetics doctor who had just informed An Tiarna of the problem with some DNA records. The man giggled rather nervously saying*
-Soon to be Greased DNA Techie-
'Mr Dumbuglyhowthehelldidyougetthatdegreeinlibraryscience sir.... We have a slight problem with some DNA tests concerning the ugly intergalactic sperm bank there.'
*Looking at the man with a stare that could cut through cast iron like butter Conan drew his saber from the sheath on his back & summarily split the man in two*
Conan the Librarian-
'Problem solved'
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 28, 2015 15:04:18 GMT -8
*Two young men were engaged in a heated argument over the greatest Sith of all-time. Tired of what he considered a pain in his ears & a largely flawed discussion the old man slammed his fist on the table & all fell silent. In a bellowing voice An Tiarna declared*
An Tiarna
'Listen... could you two fools drop that mindless chatter & drink for all of our sake. & just as a point: I don't care how good these two tangerine tinted buffoons were - who do you call them? Extra Loon & Barth Hideous? I say that our Pyros would slap them down like red headed orphans.'
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 28, 2015 22:59:25 GMT -8
*The old man's brows drop & those bottomless eyes fill with rage, fist slamming off the table he yells out*
Adi!! Nexus!! Have you two finished playing swords yet??? We have a bloody faction to run around here!
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Post by Adi on Dec 29, 2015 14:23:16 GMT -8
The staff came up in front of Skylar, and he wasn't quite able to avoid it like he would have wanted to. It caught him across the top of the head as he tried to duck, and the weapon flew back to Nexus.
Ok, that shit hurt...He reached up, and felt a slight trickle of blood. Oh yea, this guy was gonna get it now.....Skylar began to stalk forward, the desire to cause this man pain growing....when a bellow from the Old Man got his attention....
"Adi!! Nexus!! Have you two finished playing swords yet??? We have a bloody faction to run around here!"
Or...it could wait. This was, after all, a test. Nexus passed....he did more than most could by landing a strike on Skylar.
"I suppose we could knock off. He's got some work to do, but he has potential." Chuckling, the Arkanian reached out his right hand, and called the sabers to him. Tossing one hilt to Nex, Skylar turned toward the pyre, still raging. Igniting the saber that he kept, he held it to the sky.
"Farewell, until again we meet, my friend."
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 29, 2015 16:19:43 GMT -8
*The ancient warrior nodded & spoke*
'Sith... Jedi... T-bone Steak... whateverinthenamecreation you are, ugly & dim-witted you may be but you're welcome here by me'
*He knew not who or for that matter even what this man was but liked him. Looking at Nexus his face went hard & voice snappy trying to mask his approval*
'You look a bit stunned - move it! We have things awaiting!!!'
*Voice dropping low he muttered to himself*
'Right.... Checklist... kids are done playing... have booze. Now if we had some women....'
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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 29, 2015 16:53:40 GMT -8
The Dark Lord's facial expression did not change as his blow connected with Skylar. He urged the staff to his waiting left hand, catching it with a snap. He looked to the man, who appeared a smuggler, yet was far more; as Skylar began to stalk forward, Nexus slammed the Wabbajack into the ground infront of him, bracing to attack again. Then the old man called off the fight- and to Nexus' surprise, Skylar stopped in his tracks. Nexus did not relax physically, until he was sure that the man had disengaged him entirely. He looked at An Tiarna, smirking as the other Arkanian made his remark- then caught the saber as it was thrown at him.
He looked at the blade in his hand, feeling the power that it held. It was strange, holding the blade of a legend- one who would never hold it again. It was even stranger, as Nexus knew the weapon well. He had fought by the token black blade in many battles. It's power called to him. He shielded his mind from probing into the weapon's bloody past; being part Kiffar, he held the gift of psychometry, albiet not as strong as a pure blood. He watched as Skylar saluted, then made his way to An Tiarna, Wabbajack in one hand, and the hilt of Inquitous' saber in the other.
"Aye. What's the plan."
He stopped a few feet short of the high king, looking over at where his armor was cast aside. He felt odd without it- now finally noticing the chill of the evening sky against his skin. He kept his ice blue eyes on the high king, waiting for his say.
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 29, 2015 17:23:31 GMT -8
*An Tiarna looked at Nexus with a poker face*
'We are going to do what we do best - get hammered beyond repair then beat each other's brains out - what did you think?'
*Waving off his own remark the old man spoke calmly*
'Sit down Nexus, relax & I'll lay this out in detail.'
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 29, 2015 18:45:40 GMT -8
Nexus... we fooled ourselves into seeing war as but the means to an end... an end of being lazy fatcats living in palaces & doing nothing. & we paid for that - dearly. We will not be caught up in that again. But never mind me going on about what is so transparent that we should not do....
*Face hard & stare so hard it could cut through sheer metal like butter he continued voice slow & calculated*
'Make no mistake we will defend Manaan to the last body standing & we will maintain the currency needed to grease the wheels of our war machines but... we live to fight, it is our way of life. & I intend to go out & see if indeed war even still exists among the stars. You down?
*The old man sat back & waited*
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Post by Mirian Santiro on Dec 30, 2015 1:58:39 GMT -8
[ Mirian Santiro | Consular-class Charger c70 retrofit cruiser, Serene Moondancer | Cockpit | Manaan | Location: The Mortus ]
Mirian couldn't deny the bad feeling she had now that she drew closer to the landing coordinates given to her. It didn't matter anymore whether it was from the Force or her own gut instinct, which were both probably one and the same, but she wasn't about to wrack her brains over that confusion when she needed everything she had to stay on alert, and keep her head attached to her body. Even if she had never been a Jedi, she would have felt that...presence, of something old, and powerful. She personally doubted it was a force of good, but she didn't judge, since she hadn't yet seen this An Tiarna that the traffic control person had mentioned. As her vessel landed and she began the shut down sequence, she took her time about it, not in a particular hurry to leave the relative safety of her cruiser. But, a girl's got to eat, and she won't get food sitting in here hiding. Mustering her courage, she finally descended the boarding ramp.
[ Mirian Santiro | Manaan | Location: The Mortus ]
Armed with her blaster and lightsaber, both hidden under her trenchcoat, Mirian sought out the right person simply by going in the direction she felt the strongest urge to avoid, a difficult feat when every self-preserving instinct screamed at her to get back up her cruiser and flee. But she comforted herself with the assurance that it would be just a one-time deal. It wasn't like she was bound by a lasting contract of service, and if there was going to be one, well, she'd make quick on her departure from here.
She saw the one she suspected to be An Tiarna, and he was a loud person. She should have figured that she wouldn't even need to follow the bad feelings, but his mere voice. Coughing softly to announce her presence, she waved meekly at the assembled lot, her eyes darting from one to the next rapidly, "Hello..." she said, her voice even softer.
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 30, 2015 18:55:46 GMT -8
*The ship landing did not go unnoticed amid the somber funeral ceremony that consumed the atmosphere. With speed the ship was scanned with a fine tooth comb, as was standard among the IF. The girl was closely observed too. To the unobservant nothing was out of the ordinary; to trained eyes it was transparent. A massive Togorian spoke quite politely, pistol drawn & an open hand gesturing to the ground*
-Togorian Commando-
'Keep the saber but drop the piece please... slowly.....'
*The old man looked on at the scene. After the Tog had spoken An Tiarna cut in*
'Listen to the man, then take a seat. Don't think that we've before had the pleasure to speak.'
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Post by Adi on Dec 30, 2015 19:03:35 GMT -8
He had deactivated the saber, and had been standing with his head bowed for several minutes at the pyre when a small voice spoke. Turning, and feeling a force user that was a LOT more on the lightside than should be here....
...And a lot younger....
..........AND a lot less male than usually walked these halls.
Turning to face her with a sneer for interrupting his meditation, Skylar growled and gripped the lightsaber hilt in his hand more tightly, and took a step toward the interloper. It wasn't until the Togorian guard told her to put down her weapon that he started to relax.
A little bit.....not much. It would very soon be time to leave. He had to go somewhere, and it couldn't wait much longer.
Remaining silent, Skylar merely drifted over toward the one that had almost had to catch Nexus. Shaking his head, he addressed the unknown man.
"I know we guys like 'em young...but I think this one might be a bit out of An-Tiarna's age range, eh?"
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 30, 2015 19:15:29 GMT -8
'Shut that big mouth Pellet Gun or you & mister 9mm here get intimate. And where you say age I say experience.... Not to mention that I'm a hunk a hunk of burning flesh."
*Turning his eyes back to the lady An Tiarna smiled*
'Please excuse Worchester there, he is stupid but brave hence I tolerate him.'
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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 30, 2015 19:35:50 GMT -8
As the old man spoke, Nexus was replacing his armor pieces; he called each individual one, clasping it to its proper position, silent as a church mouse as the old man spoke. He held his tongue, out of respect. He knew the old man's wishes- and had been abiding by them for nearly a decade; though he understood the fact that most were hell bent on starting an empire. That was never his calling- there was one thing Nexus wanted, and one thing alone.
War.
War was what forged him, turning him from a boy to a man. War was what had made him the Dark Lord of Chaos, and one of the most notorious commanders in the galaxy. He took pleasure in what most called atrocities. That was all he wanted, and he knew that the old man could deliver. That was why he was here. Looking at the pyre for one final time, he summoned his helmet with the force, into his waiting hands. He fastened it around his head just as the girl walked into the courtyard. The only thing she would have seen of his body would have been his stark silver hair, before it disappeared behind the metal and bone of his helmet.
Once fastened, he turned to Skylar, just in time to catch his remark; he knew An Tiarna's reaction before it came, but wasn't fast enough to warn him. Instead, he looked to the new comer, with a combination of weariness and expectation. Why was she here? Who was she? He didn't know, and that was precisely why he didn't trust her. Not only was she a rogue element, but she was a woman and Nexus had reservations around the opposite sex; after all, the best assassins were always women. They were the killers that you least expected- but not Nexus. He was ready. He looked at the old man, then back at Mirian. He was silent, and still, but ready all the same.
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