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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 19, 2016 22:09:49 GMT -8
*With a broad smile*
'Maith go leor.'
*& at that sat back down eyes set on the tides. He mumbled a verse or two*
"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity."
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 20, 2016 13:07:44 GMT -8
*The Old Man sits thinking fast. A portly man with his pants riding in such a way that one cannot avoid seeing a crack that rivals the Grand Canyon in enormity and beyond any reasonable doubt creates an immense release of ozone destroying highly volatile methane gas gets the mind moving and nose curling involuntarily at the thought brings the a word to mind, namely: spontaneous. In An Tiarna’s twisted mind the stream of conscience rolls effortlessly into incendiary devices. A phenomenon hardly irregular for the IF has been mass production of crude explosives. The kind not so easily detected and near impossible to diffuse. These have been employed by the IF for some time with remarkable success. This circles in the Old Man’s mind. He barks to Wide Load*
-An Tiarna-
'Come here buckwheat!'
*The man springs up asking, pulling figer from his nose*
-Wide Load-
‘Yo Chief. You called?’
*An Tiarna smiles*
‘Have a seat… and a beer.’
*With a cocked brow*
-An Tiarna-
‘Do tell… do I assume right that you’re a plumber?’
*Sitting and taking a pint offered by a scantily clad waitress after snapping out od the spell of watching her assets & attributes the thinking*~Ach this is gonna be painful~* Reluctantly he answers*
-Wide Load-
‘Why yes I am… why do you ask?’
*A hideous smile crosses An Tiarna’s face breaking out into laughter. Hand up a moment regaining himself the Old Man responded*
-An Tiarna-
‘Your my man.’
*The man nods laughing along nervously thinking* ~Great this ugly freak has some messed up plumber fetish~*Still nodding and lauging he begins to eye up possible escape routes. He’d heard tales of how weird these people were but he was is begining to feel that Manaan is some sadomasochist nightmare. This Un Churrna dude was ugly… not like it mattered. Visions of An Tiarna nude with a rose in his mouth ballet dancing flashed in the head. The heart beating like a jackhammer the man asked*
-Wide Load-
‘Ummm… what?'
*An Tiarna seeing the man was quite keen went on with his sick proposition*
‘Maith go leor! I want you to rig the sceptic systems on Cloud city and Tibannopolis with 100 40 gallon fertilizer bombs…. Can you do that?’
*The man watched how the words rolled off An Tiarna’s lips as if asking him to get a six pack on the way home. A stunned look on his face he answered*
-Wide Load-
‘Yes An Tiarna.’
*Turning his attention aside yelling*
-A Tiarna-
‘I want 200 of those 40 gallon firecrackers packed into a Sentinel. 10 men are going with this man to Bespin!’
*Turning back to Wide Load*
‘You do what I asked. Understand?’
*A lump in his throat the man spoke. Troops jumped to action loading up a Sentinel with200 40 gallon barrels packed with high ammonia nitrate compound fertilizer and tibanna gas and rigged with thermal detonators . Long range detonation devices are coded and brought on board*
Detonation codes:
Tibannopolis ~ TIBANG6396
Cloud City ~ MUSHROOMCLOUD6734
-Wide Load-
‘Yes An Tiarna….’
*Chin down the Old Man responded*
-An Tiarna-
‘Ceart! You finish that beer & get out of here.’
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 20, 2016 13:17:59 GMT -8
*Watching the Old Man roll Mórrígan puts up no opposition. Was magic really watching the mind spontaneously roll. The ship with Wide Load and 20 Togorians lifted off and was gone*
Sentinel
w/ 200 40 gallon barrels packed with high ammonia nitrate compound fertilizer and tibanna gas
10 Togorian Commando
Plumber: Wide Load
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 20, 2016 13:56:32 GMT -8
*Looking at Mórrígan the Old Man spoke*
"They won't destroy the places but they'll certainly need to redecorate...... After they clean up the bodies.....'
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 20, 2016 18:22:09 GMT -8
*A Sentinel landed near the Mortus. Mórrígan watched as Wide Load and the remaining Togorians exited. The plumber walked over addressing An Tiarna*
"Place is rigged to go.... Cloud City and the gas plant. The Captain there has control of detonation."
*Mórrígan responded*
-Mórrígan-
"That is spontaneity. And very clear cut. We'll give people a chance to respond but some asinine deactivation is unreasonable. We won't allow good people to die but? Raising a city and greasing half the population doesn't faze me - one bit."
*Wide Load scratched his very wide load thinking this bird is worse than the Old Man....~Smiling politely he nodded*
-Wide Load-
"Ahhh yaa. Killing innocent civilians. Ain't it a splash?"
*These were truly terrifying. Mórrígan smiled*
"It isn't about pointless killing; this is a example. Willpower. Many don't understand it."
*Her icy eyes sent a chill down Wide Load's spine. His knees near buckled. He was beginning to wonder who was more terrifying. To say that the Old Man was arresting was an understatement but this woman with her polite voice and drop dead looks really wigged him out. He sat down lighting a cigarette* |
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 20, 2016 18:49:11 GMT -8
*The Old Man interjected*
‘Stop any attempts at reprisals cold before they even get a chance to begin.’
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 20, 2016 18:57:42 GMT -8
*Mórrígan nodded responding to the Old Man as she opened a Comm. link*
"Ceart!"
*She put out an order*
::Code Red. Standard procedure; in the present state I want all incoming traffic treated as a eminent threat. Be polite but thorough::
*At that she cut the Comm. The IF Leviathan rose up and rolled into action*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 20, 2016 19:17:02 GMT -8
*The Old Man sat watching hand at his chin. He calmly stated*
-An Tiarna-
'Explain how it works Mórrígan.'
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Feb 20, 2016 19:29:27 GMT -8
*The triplets watched closely as the plot thickened*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 20, 2016 19:59:54 GMT -8
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*Pointing at a crude diagram Mórrígan spoke*
"The whole business is so utterly crude that a Tusken would feel themselves above it. And there lies the reason why it is so efficient. Modern logic leans towards defending against modern methods of attack. As a rule such sophisticated measures simple overwhelm the primitive mind. Where the modern tends to show weakness however is defense against unsophisticated forms of attack. Now the nitrogen bomb....
*Looking around her with a sweep of the head*
"They in themselves are deadly. Sitting in a massive pool of pressurized nitrogen rich human waste?
*With a laugh*
"The explosion created by that will be nothing short of catastrophic...."
*Pointing at the scetch*
"Visualize that as heavy cast iron... very heavy. Insulated and coated."
*Smiling*
*Now picture it exploding with the weakest point being upward into a densely populated city... or a gas plant...."
*Smacking her hands together*
"Pop!"
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Feb 20, 2016 20:14:58 GMT -8
*The girls were mesmerized watching Mórrígan speak. As she smacked her hands together all three pulled back hearts in their throats for a second*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 20, 2016 20:48:23 GMT -8
*Sirens went off as the announcement of CODE RED crossed the island. Togorian troops kept a heavy, visible presence up across the island. Nothing coming in was left unattended; nothing coming in unsearched. Security hit a maximum level*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 21, 2016 12:21:54 GMT -8
*Sitting still through the whole explanation the Old Man spoke*
'Thank you Mórrígan. Nothing will come from this.... nothing. Let people sit comfortable with that.'
*Smiling*
'Now we take the high road.'
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Post by An tSúil on Feb 21, 2016 13:41:59 GMT -8
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 21, 2016 14:46:02 GMT -8
*The Old Man looking at the funky weird thing speaks*
"The eye is gonna get a fork stuck in it"
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 21, 2016 17:41:07 GMT -8
*Sits thinking & like the fella on Spinal Tap the Old Man mutters*
'Our font sizes go to 7'
*The he thinks further & mutters*
'why 7 if 5 is too big? Logic... mystifies many'
*Thinking more rambles on*
'How can a body this drugged stay awake? Answer? Who cares? With prescribed drugs like these who needs uppers?'
*Hand up in the air*
'Doctor! Get over here!'
*Looking at Mórríganthe Old Man asked*
'So, what next is in order may I ask?'
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 23, 2016 3:15:18 GMT -8
*Mórrígan responded with speed speaking slowly*
“What’s next? Absolutely nothing….”
*Her face was a flat emotionless slate*
“This universe is all but dead. The makeup of it is cast in small enclaves, which by their very nature cannot exist outside of themselves. Moreover they are not overly accepting of anything external that might bring unbalance to the status quo.”
*Eyes cast across the sea*
“We by our very nature in contrast attempt to fight against reality, which is probably why the psychiatrists love working on Manaan so much; the planet is a gold mine for those any working in the field of mental illness.”
*With a turn of the head*
“And as consequence the producers of antipsychotics, not to mention barbiturates and other forms of sleep-inducing narcotics required to treat the bored sleepless.”
*Defiantly with an upward tip of the chin against the ocean wind*
“And people can cry me a river; none of what I say is untrue.”
* Looking at the Old Man defiantly with upward turn of the chin*
“So you ask ‘Mórrígan what’s next?’ I say what’s next has already passed.”
*Tossing up arms but for a second*
“Isn’t that an answer now?”
*Her face bore no indication of want of an answer or praise of any nature*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 23, 2016 3:36:56 GMT -8
*The Old Man looked as if he’d been beaten with a heavy stick. Repeatedly. By a Togorian.On cocaine*
“Well t’was a right nice speech.”
*Looking desperately at Mórrígan with a startly look*
‘If this questions passed my lips before, excuse me but please do tell when I speak it is it that painful?’
*Taking that off the cuff question & neatly sweeping it under with the wave of a giant hand digits coming together accenting the words that fell from his lips*
“Tangible Mórrígan.”
*Falling back in his seat hands falling to his legs*
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Post by Epona Dubh on Feb 23, 2016 4:07:35 GMT -8
*Epona listened. The words passed her mind and she wanted to scream out but no point. That talk was a meaty part of what was written in the stars she had resigned herself to already. She waited helplessly hoping*
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Feb 23, 2016 4:11:08 GMT -8
*The girls sat baring the eulogy over the done like dinner cosmos. Gid listened paitently but yearned to do something more. Alem too was a keen observer but she too wanted. Shakk scarce made it til the Old Man was trough before capping a passing Selkath for having the audacity of breathing out of water. Then she boldly spoke eyes afire*
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