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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 5, 2016 13:45:53 GMT -8
*News of the droid attack on the city reached the Mortus just as a fistful of nasty Togs, An Tiarna, Dr Nick and Mórrígan were sitting down to tea. One Tog began to take out his anger by dismembering the nearest droid, not part of the attacking group but unfortunately in the wrong place at the wrong time. Tossing the poor thng around as if it were a bag of tin cans the Tog seemed quite satisfied until Mórrígan smacked the big Cat man upside the head. The tog dropped the waste of beat up steal to the ground growling and saying*
-Droid Slapping Togorian-
"What was that for??"
*Mórrígan stared the Tog down and said*
-Mórrígan-
'Knock it off! I was using that thing! Look at it now....'
*The Tog scratched his head and went back to his duties as servants cleaned up the mess. Mórrígan went back to her tea*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 5, 2016 14:41:34 GMT -8
*Mórrígan looked at An Tiarna asking*
-Mórrígan-
'What now?-
*The question was so basic yet the answer would effect the universe entire*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 5, 2016 15:04:27 GMT -8
*The old man, face eyes afire looked at Mórrígan*
-An Tiarna-
'What now? Let me tell you what now.....'
*An Tiarna spoke flatly*
-An Tiarna-
'This is a day that will go down in infamy.... Manaan has been attacked.... This is our home.... The IF has been quiet; no more; we are from this moment on in an open state of war. By this I mean that if you are not a friend then we consider you an enemy. That's it; that's all. We will hunt down those responsible for this heinous act to the ends of the known universe. The borders of Manaan are now locked. Our navy, both in orbit & sea and army will come to full alert. None who visit Manaan will make it past orbit without a full search of ships.
*The address came to an end & An Tiarna went about planning & giving out orders. The night sky lightened as if lightening was crashing down. Turning to Mórrígan*
-An Tiarna-
'Dear... would you let the rest of the universe know our position?'
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 5, 2016 17:51:13 GMT -8
*Mórrígan prettied herself up while the holo vid was set to go. She had done this many a time. She nodded and the holovid began recording her address*
‘My name is Mórrígan Dubh. I am speaking on behalf of my grandfather An Tiarna Dubh and the Warriors of the Iron Fists. Today Manaan was struck by a droid attack. We handled that readily. However we are unsure just who was responsible for this heinous terrorist attack. To properly handle this problem Manaan has been placed under martial law and the borders closed. Our navy, both in orbit and on the sea and army will come to full alert. No party entering Manaan space will pass without thorough security checks. If you are not a friend we will consider you a potential enemy. We will hunt down the perpetrators of the terrorist attack on Manaan to the four corners of the universe and destroy them. Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna – Warriors of the Iron Fists are now in an open state of war.’
*Fist shooting towards the sky*
‘Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna go bragh!!!’
*The screen fades to black*
OoC
Any party is welcome to freely go onto Manaan provided that they accept that all security checks have been followed & they respect the socio-political condition of the planet at present.
Any IF move will on a planet be considered purely diplomatic unless full ooc agreement on a war rp is made by all parties. We wish to do this as an relatively free flowing rp. Ooc arguments all over the boards look horrible. A simple PM saying ‘we ain’t interested’ will stop further moves on our part. If a party agrees to play ball then we can speak to that – again off the planetary threads. Pretty simple. Great potential for some great war RP with all kinds of room for small storylines. Go raibh maith agat – thank you.
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 5, 2016 17:57:18 GMT -8
*Mórrígan raised her brows and sighed*
'Well, there we are at war again. I want some red wine.'
*Taking a chair she was handed a glass of wine by a servant and with a nod and a wink and sat back relaxing*
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Post by Adi on Jan 5, 2016 21:33:33 GMT -8
Yup....things were getting hot here....it was time to go. Now was not the time to be caught up in a war...
Walking over to An-Tiarna, Skylar bowed his head and smiled. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small baggie with a bit of the herb contained in the transport that Skylar had 'borrowed' on Bastion. Handing it to the Old Man, he smiled.
"Careful with that...Its pretty potent. Don't give any to Nexus...he will just pass out, and puke in your ship, especially if he gets into the black rum. Thank you for your hospitality. I'm sure I'll be around soon, so long as the Jedi don't catch up with me first."
He extended his hand in a gesture that not many would get these days...a handshake. It was good to know that Dace Concordia finally had the send off that he deserved...even if he attended his own funeral. Come to think of it, that was really creepy. Probably wouldn't be the last time that they would cross paths either....
Stranger things had, however, happened on Manaan in the past. What happened here, stayed here.
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 6, 2016 3:05:39 GMT -8
*Mórrígan watched Adi as he walked away. As he past she smiled and waved a hand*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 6, 2016 3:39:09 GMT -8
*An Tiarna nodded taking the bag. Looking to Mórrígan he tossed it to her*
-An Tiarna-
'Roll me a spliff dear'
*Taking the hand offered An Tiarna looked at it as if a gorilla holding at a treatise on nuclear fusion & spoke but a few short words*
-An Tiarna-
'You're always welcome here Adi.'
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 6, 2016 4:08:44 GMT -8
*A stack of papers are laid on the table. An Tiarna sorts through them, seeing that all were in order, signing what was necessary & handing out dossiers to specific officers. Said officers then went about their tasks without delay. At last he was left with a weighty pile of administrative pulp. Looking them up & down he muttered*
-An Tiarna-
'Infrared reports... author Whillie Tiebundle.... No. Infraction Reports... Whills Tribunal. Ach not more of that shite....'
*Pulling out his lighter An Tiarna lit a cigarette then said infraction reports, slapping them from the table*
-An Tiarna-
'You have that joint cooking Mórrígan?'
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 6, 2016 4:28:40 GMT -8
*Mórrígan laughed tossing the bag back at An Tiarna with two of three spliffs that she had rolled. Getting a long pull on the one she claimed as her own held breath in watching out over the Manaan sea. ~Oh to be stoned and home~ she thought. Then asking An Tiarna*
'Seanathair... does anything feel more peaceful than declaring war?'
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 6, 2016 4:42:18 GMT -8
'*Deftly snatching the bag & setting it down on the table An Tiarna snapped off a reply*
-An Tiarna-
'Saturation bombing.....'
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Post by Lillith on Jan 6, 2016 16:26:00 GMT -8
By the time she made it through the security checkpoint Lillith was a bundle of frayed nerves. Her entire shuttle had been searched top to bottom, down to the bolts holding together the refresher station. While everything of value she had was back on her flagship the Warden, it was still an outrage she hadn't suffered since her time in basic training for the Imperial Remnant. The only thing that stopped her from tearing the heads from the security forces was looking at the big picture. A bit of indignity now would hopefully pay off in the long run, when she was getting fat on credits and blood working for An Tiarna Dubh.
Eventually she was given the all clear and allowed to proceed to the stretch of beach that was home to one of the most infamous pubs in the entire galaxy, the Mortus. She set her craft down a respectful distance from the establishment and proceeded the rest of the way on foot, a worn traveling cloak covering her lithe frame and the weapons on her belt.
The patrons- Togorians and other bruiser types- shot suspicious looks and challenging glares her way as she approached, but made no move to stop her. Fortunate for them, and for her timetable. Flashing the biggest cat on the patio a blithe smile, she shouldered her way through the entrance and followed her nose to the table where the ancient warrior king and another woman sat smoking something that smelled suspiciously like Endorian herb.
She stopped a few feet from the table, lilac eyes flickering between the two.
"An Tiarna Dubh?"
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Post by Adi on Jan 6, 2016 16:53:42 GMT -8
Skylar had lingered for a little bit longer, of course...there were joints being passed, and he wouldn't pass up an opportunity to catch one before he headed off to his next destination. He got caught up in a bit of small talk with An-Tiarna, and rolled up another fat joint for good measure. The manx cat that had come in with him had gotten bored, and started to explore.
That was when the echani woman entered. Skylar had not yet noticed, but the cat did.
Walking up to the woman, the small cat rubbed against her legs. Looking up, he meowed at her, just once...but it was to show that he was curious. It was only when she spoke that Skylar turned around, and saw her. The Arkanian took notice of her almost militaristic demeanor...and determined rather quickly that she would probably be a hard ass.
He would have to see if he could push a few buttons after she spoke with An-Tiarna...the hard asses were the ones that tended to be the most fun in the grand scheme of things. Right now, though? He would just keep his mouth shut. He didn't want to interrupt the Old Man.
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 6, 2016 21:01:57 GMT -8
*An Tiarna looked at the woman, smiled, lit another spliff & smiling politely*
"Yes dear, what may I do to you... I mean for you."
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 6, 2016 22:30:36 GMT -8
*Suddenly casting a gaze to the side snapping off*
'Always wondered why they call it the inner rim..... Makes you think about the smell around here eh there Skillet Worchester?' (& dig the puke green font color) '
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 6, 2016 23:28:54 GMT -8
*Head slanting and eyes going narrow Mórrígan replied*
'You know, I was referencing Insult the Hillbillies, I mean Consult the Whills yesterday and I realized that we are without a Hall of Shame to mark the epic disasters and tragic comedy found on the Sainted Walls of JvS, some of which we have been part of.... ummm... well led. Many I guess. But isn't that a wonderful idea? Steak Worchester here mayyy get in it'
*Laughing hysterically (and bouncing quite a lot revealing her lack of a bra) for a moment Mórrígan finally contains herself* |
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 7, 2016 0:07:38 GMT -8
*After a few minutes of dead air Mórrígan speaks up again*
"Then we have this whole planetary control thing. Kind of removes the War from the Stars. Very confusing. Wait... we may have had a part in that one.'
*Thinking a bit more squint eyed*
'Ok. now where the hell did this whole 'You cannot orbitally bombard any location' nonsense come from?' Oh... ya... I forgot. My bad. Logically the natives of Kashhreek, or what ever the proper name for Chewtobacco's home world is, should be hairless freaks suffering from the nuclear winter created in the aftermath of the obscene orbital bombardment we caked that planet with. Wait a minute.... they jammed out and blew themselves up... then you ordered us to pull out.'
*Giggling childishly with hand to her mouth*
'Ohhh.... Memories.... Seanathair..... How I cherish being born into this family.'
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 7, 2016 0:44:36 GMT -8
*An Tiarna choked on his drink spitting whiskey all over himself & dropping a gar, hence brurning his arm whilst laughing at Mórrígan's words*
'If only Thy Whillpower was stronger I could... indeed would leave you with another fond memory... or 10 & blow half this sorry excuse for a popsicle stand posing as a Uni straight to hell'
*The tender love in the ugly apes eyes at that moment would break a Kodak camera & bring a strong man to his begging knees* |
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 7, 2016 7:59:58 GMT -8
*An Tiarna barked out a Sithmas classic*
So this is Sithmas
And where is my gun?
Another war over
And a new war just begun
And so this is Sithmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones
Hope that you all have guns
A very scary Sithmas
And a bloody New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
With many in fear
And so this is Sithmas
Kill weak and the strong
Rob rich and the poor ones
Make it so wrong
And so a bloody sithmas
And a violent New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
With many in fear
A very merry Sithmas
And a bloody New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
With many in fear
And so this is Sithmas
And where is your gun?
Another war over
And a new one just begun
And so this is Sithmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
Hope that you got a new gun
A very scary Sithmas
And a bloody New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
With many in fear
War is never over
If you want it
War is ours
Now...
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 7, 2016 11:29:16 GMT -8
By the time she made it through the security checkpoint Lillith was a bundle of frayed nerves. Her entire shuttle had been searched top to bottom, down to the bolts holding together the refresher station. While everything of value she had was back on her flagship the Warden, it was still an outrage she hadn't suffered since her time in basic training for the Imperial Remnant. The only thing that stopped her from tearing the heads from the security forces was looking at the big picture. A bit of indignity now would hopefully pay off in the long run, when she was getting fat on credits and blood working for An Tiarna Dubh.
Eventually she was given the all clear and allowed to proceed to the stretch of beach that was home to one of the most infamous pubs in the entire galaxy, the Mortus. She set her craft down a respectful distance from the establishment and proceeded the rest of the way on foot, a worn traveling cloak covering her lithe frame and the weapons on her belt.
The patrons- Togorians and other bruiser types- shot suspicious looks and challenging glares her way as she approached, but made no move to stop her. Fortunate for them, and for her timetable. Flashing the biggest cat on the patio a blithe smile, she shouldered her way through the entrance and followed her nose to the table where the ancient warrior king and another woman sat smoking something that smelled suspiciously like Endorian herb.
She stopped a few feet from the table, lilac eyes flickering between the two.
*Noticing the woman Mórrígan spoke up*
"Athair Mor, I believe that she's looking for you...." |
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