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Post by Lillith on Jan 7, 2016 11:29:38 GMT -8
She didn't bother reacting to the man's remark; if he wanted to play the role of jester rather than king, that was his concern. She was here for business, and being caught up in low-brow banter wasn't on her agenda. Her pale eyes regarded him icily for a moment, giving those around the table time to muddle their way through the conversation, and then dipped in a stiff, shallow half-bow that lacked both grace and any hint of deference. Her gaze never left his, nor did her expression shift.
"Your broadcast proclaiming open war on the galaxy reached my fleet a short time ago. If I am right in assuming you will have need of ships, troops, and supplies with which to wage such a war, then I am here to negotiate a contract between us."
Her eyes flickered between the bouncing tits of the woman at An Tiarna's side, and the bloke who had recently approached and begun helping himself to the herb heaped upon the rough-hewn table, before centering back on the warrior king. "Though if you're otherwise occupied, perhaps now is not the best time."
A brief ripple of disgust crossed the Echani's pale features as she felt something slither against her leg. Looking down to see some kind of feline creature peering back at her, she nudged it away with the toe of her boot and awaited An Tiarna's reply.
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 7, 2016 12:40:55 GMT -8
*An Tiarna half cut, a touch stoned & busting out rhyme was nonetheless always watchful. The woman had not slipped his eyes.... He noticed the cat at her side wondering if the thing was related to any of the massive Tog warriors. No matter he replied*
'You mean that you'd like to play ball with us?
*He smiled*
'We are a people madly fond of war so what you see is what we are; we are most happy when the blood becomes hot....'
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Post by Lillith on Jan 7, 2016 13:10:20 GMT -8
Lillith shrugged. "That's one way to put it, though obviously I'm not talking about charity work. My men and I aren't cheap, but we are effective."
She paused long enough to pull her cloak tighter around her small frame, then folded her arms across her chest.
"The size of my force is modest- best deployed either as a supplement to an existing navy or as a privateer force, but I personally see to it that every man under my command is highly trained, and more importantly, disciplined. For the right price, both my ships and my marines will be yours, body and soul."
Pale features twisting into a smile for the first time, the Echani leaned in. "You say you're fond of war," she began, "and that's good to hear. But my blood does not run hot. Warfare is a form of art; hire me, and I'll create for you a masterpiece."
Not usually one to wax poetic, Lillith was a little surprised by her own audacity. Perhaps she had been independent for too long; working minor jobs and wandering the space lanes free of any major conflict had her nearly foaming at the mouth to orchestrate a bloodbath. To match wits with an enemy commander and see their tactics become more and more desperate as their men died. To feel the fear as mistake after mistake crippled their force and left them at her mercy.
With a start, she pulled herself from her pleasant little daydream and waited to see if the warrior king would accept her proposal...or if she would next be offering her services to his competition.
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 7, 2016 13:24:04 GMT -8
*A faint grin past by the ancient warrior's face soon stone cold looking at the woman as she spoke. He'd been knee deep in blood when she was but a child. An Tiarna snapped off fast*
'War is an art; one made of blood & steel.... Are you offering a deal? & I was unaware that mercs had souls to sell.
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Post by Adi on Jan 7, 2016 13:59:00 GMT -8
An artist? Masterpiece? She thought things were that simple? Just go in, and 'paint' with blood? Perhaps her blood had not been spilt, or that of her soldiers....not like the men here had seen, and experienced first hand. Maybe she was just wound really tight in the head...and didn't know how to relax.
No matter. It wasn't like she was trying to join up with Skylar...if An Tiarna needed backup, though...she might be the ticket.
Seeing that the MICROcat had taken an interest in her, Skylar checked the data sent back from the initial scan. Reaching over, he showed the Old Man.
"She slipped a couple weapons past the big kitties, An-Tiarna. I kinda like her...she's slick. Normally, the Togorians are a lot more thorough." Skylar looked her way again, smiling.
"She needs to learn how to chill a little though...she seems a bit rigid." The cat hopped up in Skylar's lap, and then to his shoulder. Turning around, the cat sat down on the man's shoulder, and looked at the woman, continually scanning her. If something was off, MICRO didn't sense it yet. She, so far, appeared to be what she claimed.
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 7, 2016 15:28:16 GMT -8
*An Tiarna laughed a bit at Wrorchester Sauce's comment. Nobody could pass by the most basic IF protocol undetected; it was more along the lines of allowed to pass security. Her attitude did not offend the man; young warriors tended to lean more towards the cocky side, Worchester finely illustrated that. But he decided to lay down a lesson here*
'If you wish.. the door is there....'
*Nodding to the exit*
'Or would you like to drop the attitude, sit down & talk?'
*The old man waited. He'd faced down many a young warrior in his time & had to teach with a strong hand*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 7, 2016 17:30:31 GMT -8
*An Tiarna scratches his beard thinking*
Option two... we declare war on the Whills.... I am greatly disturbed, not only mentally; for that they have anti-psychotics, which the doctors have me eating like candy.... Past that....
*Eyes twirling in that twisted way that makes strong men weak at the knees & psychiatrists rich people*
'Just think logically.... Willie Shameless Elvis Impersonator swarms by then suddenly we are hit by some ridiculous droid onslaught.... Who do we blame?'
*Nodding he scratches his beard*
'"Don't do this An Tiarna" "Please refrain from bombing planets to pieces" "Blah, blah, blah" What the hell is that?
*Pausing for a moment*
'Yes.... where do they live? Python?'
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 7, 2016 19:38:59 GMT -8
*Eyes closing for a moment & speaking in a shaky voice*
Tython I think they call it....
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 7, 2016 19:45:23 GMT -8
*An Tiarna brushes her comment aside*
'Don’t contradict me you pint sized jug head. Whatever they call it, they can’t hide from me….. Declare war on the Whills - we invade ASAP!!!
*Turning to the newcomer as scribes nervously make the declaration*
'Still down there Phillis?'
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 8, 2016 7:43:55 GMT -8
*Slumping forward, hand at her brow the girl began to mutter*
'Please... somebody tell me that they made a mistake at the hospital and that's how I ended up here with this freak.....'
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 8, 2016 8:39:47 GMT -8
*The old man looked blankly at his granddaughter speaking calmly*
'You know just a drop of enthusiasm outta you people just once would go a long way. Right! Get the fleet & men ready! & where the hell is Dearg???'
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 8, 2016 10:19:00 GMT -8
*Mórrígan steeling herself, leapt to her feet with an evil grin shot off a line as she walked out the door*
'Maith go leor! Now we go to war!'
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 8, 2016 10:29:40 GMT -8
*The old man smiled & followed close behind*
OoC If Mórrígan or ATD need npc the other at any time during the mess that fool set in motion, permission granted. |
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 8, 2016 10:36:12 GMT -8
OoC Personally I am allowing myself to be dragged into this stupidity by ATD but permission for him to NPC move me if necessary....
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 8, 2016 11:30:33 GMT -8
*Outside the Mortus An Tiarna leads his granddaughter to the waiting royal transport jalopy but seeing that that the crew are on break & not really wanting to get into yet another tired, inevitably bloody trade union squabble & wind up having to dig holes on some planet to bury a few more union bosses impatiently tosses her into the back of a garbage ship ran by Hugor the Buttugly Ugor. The ship lifts off and flies up into the sky disappearing into open space*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 8, 2016 12:47:13 GMT -8
*Collins of the SI, An Tiarna's personal bodyguards & a fistful of Togorian Highland Commando rush into transports & take off*
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Post by Lillith on Jan 9, 2016 11:56:20 GMT -8
Lillith studied the warrior king in silence for a moment, trying to reconcile his personality with the image of him she'd created in her head. Though she hadn't truly expected to be taken seriously- the leader of a small-time mercenary company was naught to a warrior king, after all- but nor had she expected casual dismissal. It didn't take her long to decide whether to suffer his ill manners or walk away and pass up what had the potential to the greatest contract her men had ever received.
One hand tossed out casually, mirroring an extension of her will as a tendril of force energy stretched out and snagged the nearest empty chair, dragging it over to her waiting grasp. She flipped it around and seated herself at the table. Brushing away a loose strand of ivory hair, the Echani spread her hands in a gesture indicating it was An Tiarna's move.
And then the two others seated at the table began a rapid conversation discussing plans to attack the homeworld of the Whills, ignoring her. Within moments they'd decided their course of action and departed, leaving her sitting at an empty table. For the first time her facade of cool indifference crumbled away, and her shoulders shook with helpless laughter. The stories were true, it seemed- the warrior king truly was mad.
After a few long moments Lillith's composure returned, and her gaze swiveled to fixate on the man who had also been left behind. Her right leg shifted, kicking the chair opposite her out away from the table. She gestured to it. "Fancy a drink? I need one."
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Post by Adi on Jan 9, 2016 12:56:18 GMT -8
The Iron Fists were known for quick action...but this one? This was probably the most rapid he had ever seen. Tython? The Whill planet? There was nothing there anymore....the Old Guard had left the world long ago, leaving very little in the way of population. Still, the IF was definitely on the move. The Old Man and his crew dashed off, and left Skylar with the new girl, Lillith. She kicked a chair out from under the table, and offered the seat to Skylar. Taking the seat, he grinned.
"Definitely. I could use one anyway."
Grabbing two shotglasses from the stack on the table, Skylar poured two shots of whiskey from the bottle he had brought. He waved one of the attendants, and ordered two beers as well....
....Can't have shots without chasers, after all.....
Raising his shot in a toast, he smiled at the Echani woman. "Cheers!" He waited for her to either return the toast, or take her shot, and he would follow suit.
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Post by Lillith on Jan 9, 2016 13:49:14 GMT -8
"Aye, cheers," Lillith agreed, tossing the whiskey back in one quick motion. She blinked back tears and slammed the glass back down, taking a swig of the beer to wash away the fire in her throat. As the heat settled in her core, a sigh rose and passed between her lips, taking with it some of the tension she'd been feeling during her meeting with An Tiarna. While it was aggravating, sitting down to a negotiation only to have her potential employer promptly jump to his feet and scramble out the door, a bit of alcohol was just the treat to soothe her nerves.
After all, he would be in touch eventually. Of that she was almost certain. And if not, there were plenty of others who would need her services in the days to come- especially if Iron Fists followed through with their threat of galactic domination. While she would prefer to be on their side, there would be no shortage of alliances seeking to oppose them.
Finally she spat a curse at the ground, tipped her chair back onto two legs and leveled her gaze at the man opposite her.
"Captain Lillith Umaya," she said by way of introduction. "You're an associate of An Tiarna's?"
She smiled faintly. "Is he always so...eager?"
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Post by Adi on Jan 9, 2016 19:18:34 GMT -8
"Skylar Winchester. Nice to make your acquaintence, Captain. I have known him for a very long time. Former in-law, to be exact. I was here to pay my respects to an old friend. That's his pyre over there." Skylar turned towards the now-subsiding flames of the pyre of Dace Concordia, and pointed it out. Not like it wasn't obvious that it was a funeral pyre, but still....he felt it needed a -little- explanation. Taking a sip off the beer, he lit a smoke, offering one to Lillith.
"He's a bit eccentric, to say the least. I have a lot of respect for him...he's been a pretty solid advisor, and has pulled my ass out of the frying pan a few times." He poured another shot into each glass, and tossed his back. It was good to see the woman relaxing a little bit...life didn't have to be serious all the time.
"So, what brings -you- to Manaan, Captain?" Skylar was kind of hoping that she didn't recognize him. They had never met, not face-to-face, at least. But when he was in command of L'Ange Noire, Zik Kine had spent some time with this woman. It wasn't so much that he cared about that....
...He just didn't want her to report back to -anyone- having to do with Honoghr, or the Jedi, that he had been seen.
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