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Post by Epona Dubh on Feb 25, 2016 4:00:22 GMT -8
*Gracefully moving in a free flowing manner Epona slipped an arrow from quiver to bow and dropped the a man walking down the street with a broad smile*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 25, 2016 4:20:45 GMT -8
*A man protested vehemently eyes pop-bottles grabbing at An Tiarna's arm*
-RIP-
"What type of animals are you people???"
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Michael Collins
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Post by Michael Collins on Feb 25, 2016 4:22:53 GMT -8
*Collins pistol was out like lightening dropping the man cold before he could even close his hand on the Old Man. Collins followed through capping all three people sitting at the table where the man sat*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 25, 2016 4:31:09 GMT -8
*Another customer, undoubtedly a tourist, stood up from his chair screaming*
-Road Kill-
"You're all monsters!!!!!"
*Mórrígan in a move so eloquent it would put a ballet dancer to shame in a single stroke had blade from side and across the man's throat. Wiping blade on An Tiarna's dress coat slid it back in scabbard going back to her tea*
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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 25, 2016 4:40:31 GMT -8
*Yet another professional victim stood to voice his disapproval but before a word could pass from lips Luca stepped in reaching out and snagging the man by the hair with a giant hand then spinning him violently with the other dropped the heap to the ground. Pulling a revolver he subsequently shot both the men sitting with beforementioned stiff casting a gaze across the room taking his seat pistol still in hand*
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zabrak Twin Dubh
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Post by zabrak Twin Dubh on Feb 25, 2016 4:55:32 GMT -8
*Sitting cool through the mayhem Doz and Bez in an exhibition of twin timing drew, aimed and fired in a single smooth motion, dropping a pair of newlyweds just off the Loveboat for a honeymoon. Doz shot another driver in a passing speeder and in the pileup that followed the bodies began to be hauled away. Ambulances arrived, paramedics hauled the bodies away as some religious figure performed the last rights. And the beat went on*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 25, 2016 5:16:58 GMT -8
*Watching an onlooker shaking uncontrollably, crying and if Mórrígan had it right was wetting herself, with a sigh explained*
-Mórrígan-
"Population control dear."
*Interestingly a more and more visible reaction was transpiring among a group of young tourists*
-Big Shot Tourist Table 1-
"Nobody could have possibly come up with that scenario. New idea; we bet on where it starts and ends. Down?"
-Table 1-
"Down!"
"I'm in."
"Down...."
"Right on; me too."
*Another tourist piped up*
-Another Tourist-
"Could I get in on this??"
*Another Tourist's Table*
"I'm in; put my money on her Majesty."
-Another Tourist's Mate-
"Me too."
*And like a snowball the killing pool grew onward from there like a small ripple in a pound picking up to a murder mayhem betting title wave. Native businessmen started catching on and things kept on trucking. Nothing quite spells Manaan like betting on which drunken thug will shoot who next. pointless violence.... As the waves of the sea crashed up against the shore and a north wing brushed by gentle a sensible tourist out of the lot muttered pretty to much himself*
-Voice of Common Sense-
"Anybody else thought that they might shoot us?"
*His word falling on dead air Voice of Common Sense slipped back of the mob into a relatively safe corner. And there he sat relaxed observing the chaos. And at that point Mórrígan pumped 3 rapid shots into Voice of Common. Sitting back she spoke*
-Mórrígan-
"Now what did we learn today? Everybody let's pull up!"
*At that she went back to her business as the cleanup crew continued picking up the dead out groaning Mortus Betting Pool tossed their set bet into the ante. The whole Death Pool rolled back into action* |
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 25, 2016 21:05:18 GMT -8
*Tiried of waiting the Old Man asked bluntly*
'Your call Mórrígan. What are the orders?'
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 25, 2016 21:33:55 GMT -8
*Mórrígan gauged what the Old Man said. He was difficult to follow even to those accustomed with his bizarre mannerisms. She was calm and did not jump to reply though; he would consider that weak. Indeed he saw right through a blown up exhibitions of confidence; these too tended to reveal a defensive insecure frightened personality. She had observed the Old Man talk with many a person of all manner of high social status from her childhood. Strange to most it might well be but she learned greatly from how he showed respect where respect was due and drew no difference between a monarch or a waitress. It always amused her how even those preaching egalitarianism found that air about him so difficult to ingest. And somewhere between here and there lie some of the reason why so many a skull now sat on a pole. All said she knew what was important and it was not An Tiarna but the IF and how she intended to govern the faction. Her mind was set on that and that alone. So she collected the key elements from the many things now transpiring around them, balanced it off the present socio-political state and wretched collective economic condition of the universe and from there formulated the next steps. Eyes falling on the Old Man’s she lit a cigarette and took a drink of wine. Exhaling eyes thinned as she thought. The energy around her was high with advisers of all sort presenting report after report. She took her time reviewing everything*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 25, 2016 22:40:37 GMT -8
*The Old Man reared up to slap Mórrígan upside the head to see if she was awake*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 25, 2016 22:56:20 GMT -8
*Feeling the Old Man's intentions Mórrígan reached out snatched a bottle of beer taking a drink. Eyes on the old man she chewed bottom lip and with an outward thrust and a twist of the hip smashed the half-full bottle on the Old Man's forehead*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 25, 2016 23:11:03 GMT -8
*The bottle hitting face An Tiarna pulled back & to the left taking Mórrígan's hand with his right and as his left touched elbow did a sudden jerk and twist at the hip letting go as the motion carried on. Wiping away glass beer and blood which he could now taste muttered*
'What a terrible waste. Mórrígan get up. Could we stop all this horseplay and get serious?'
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 26, 2016 13:26:42 GMT -8
*Slowly getting to her feet and brushing away dirt from Mórrígan clothes walked over to her seat not failing to smack the Old Man upside the head. Settled she noticed blood flowing from her right hand, left elbow and knee. Ignoring the wounds she collected her thoughts. This universe was ever changing yet it had fallen into a state of animated suspension where all seemed to stand still and in that condition there was little thrill. She held her tongue, lit a cigarette pulled a drag inhaled thinking. Eyes again fell on the Old Man the swept out scanning the scene around her. She waited, collecting her thoughts again*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 26, 2016 18:19:45 GMT -8
*Impatiently waiting the Old Man pulled a revolver & capped two more of the native fish-people. As the clean-up crews scrapped up the remains of one Tog troopers swarmed & ate the other. An Tiarna re-holstered the pistols and shrugging his shoulders downed another shot of whiskey. How engaging*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 27, 2016 18:26:00 GMT -8
*Casually picking up a rifle Mórrígan fired off 4 shots at more vultures circling in the Manaan sky. Lighting a cigarette she Spoke in a cold even voice*
“We have our borders closed tight. Next comes the question of respecting others rights….”
*Holding her straight face voice flat*
“We can play that. To a point. And that point is survival. Now we need stop talking and start acting. Crushing out cigarette”
*Teeth gritting slightly yet still cool*
“Aggressively.”
*Brows raising*
"But when looks at the state of the universe around us almost all planets have painted themselves, much out of necessity, into a state of agricultural bankruptcy as the urban centers plowed over land."
*Shrugging*
"If others find it difficult to swallow that reality I do not. And that it makes it quite clear that wheeling and dealing externally will only get us so far."
*Brows raising*
"We will not waste time on that."
*Shaking her head with an upward nod to the sea*
"Fish. And lots of them. Not to mention continuing long established homegrown sustenance food production."
*Cutting the conversation*
"Hence we survive."
*Ever word was recorded. And every word recorded immediately engendered action. The discussion was that basic; nothing required definition save how she intended to move and Mórrígan held that tight. With a sudden fist to the air she burst out*
"Tongu do día toinges mo thúath! ~ I swear by the god my tribe swears by!"
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 27, 2016 19:27:30 GMT -8
*Listening closely the Old Man lit a cigarette*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 27, 2016 19:35:06 GMT -8
*A dossier was handed to . She studied it closely then turning to the man spoke*
“Go raibh maith agat. Go now.”
*The man bowed and left. Laying the paper down on the table she commented*
“This is what I am talking about. Screeching to the high heavens to and about how everyone else is managing to survive out there is idiocy.”
An Roinn Gnóthaí Eachtracha agus Trádála ~ Department of Foreign Affairs and Trade
***BESPIN****
Exploratory analysis
At present state of activity on Bespin is next to zero. There is no evidence of gas exports of any fashion. Furthermore we cannot isolate any mining of Tibbana gas on the surface. Thus we are forced to conclude that much like ourselves all other factions are relying on their extant reserves of Tibbana gas.
An tAire Gnóthaí Eachtracha agus Trádála ~ Minister for Foreign Affairs and Trade
Secretary, Maurice O’Reilly
*With a grin*
“And that flies both ways. Anything remotely close to such will fall on deaf ears.”
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 27, 2016 20:25:44 GMT -8
*Nodding at Mórrígan*
'I agree with your decision.'
*Then turning to the two new men*
'Go raibh maith agat. I believe that you'll fit in just fine.'
*Eyes catching Ciarán's*
'I would like it if you worked directly with Mórrígan'
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Feb 27, 2016 20:35:26 GMT -8
*Laoch and Ciarán sat observing. Neither one was to fast to jump in a start speaking. Laoch became fixed on what Mórrígan was saying. Ciaran conversely kept his eyes and ears on the whole scene. The power structure was what interested him most. It was clear the woman was the controlling entity here but the Old Man still wielded considerable power. When An Tiarna made the suggestion of where he wanted them to work Loach turned his attention to the Old Man but Ciaran nodding politely and holding eye contact with the Old Man but concentrated his attention on Mórrígan's reaction.*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 27, 2016 22:00:30 GMT -8
*Mórrígan jumped on the Old Man's suggestion clarifying his offer*
"What he's suggesting that you boys may fit in quite nicely in an immediate role."
*Eyes on the two*
"When I move you will come with me."
*Singling Ciaran out with her gaze*
"When certain less than savoury things need doing you will work under Collins."
*Head turning a touch to the left*
"Understand?"
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