An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 11, 2016 19:58:00 GMT -8
*The old man noticed Luca, a man who had aided him greatly on his way along the rocky road to what the IF became. But An Tiarna said nothing nor acknowledged the man; among their kind that had a strict time and place but not at moment. He sat still a rock of stone*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 11, 2016 20:21:07 GMT -8
*Mórrígan slipped from her seat across the bar to a table one down to the left of her grandfather . Luca sat to the right. Both were now watching the old man but focusing on the old man. As she moved four Togs took up the tables where Mórrígan had been. Open seating was left around the old man but all possible angles towards him covered. Seating was left up close for any other high ranking IF, those close and visitors but any and all other seats were secured. The IF knew how the game was played. Collins and Cahill of the SI too were now in the room and took seats, Collins with Mórrígan and Cahill with Luca. The meeting was coming together*
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Gaiscioch Dearg
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Post by Gaiscioch Dearg on Jan 11, 2016 21:27:20 GMT -8
Gaiscioch Dearg stopped outside of the old bar named the Mortus. It was the same one he remembered from all that time ago. Touched up in some areas but still old, slightly dingy, and blasting three different kinds of music at once. For a moment his damaged mind wandered and he was no longer Gaiscioch Dearg, but was suddenly Paul Dashrider again. A young man who had run away from the Sith academy on Korriban and found himself apprentice to a member of the old Sith Council. Fast forward a year later and his Master shunned the council, took him to Manaan and set up shop. A few brands and a few battles later and the Mortus was built. Named after a great friend of theirs that had been the current "owner" of the planet. He shook his head and stepped back. He had made it too far for his past lives to interfere now. Coming here was dangerous, his shattered mind was finding it difficult to root itself in the present. The Sith Lord took a deep breath and calmed himself. There was no turning back. He was no coward, and would not retreat from this. The answer to every question he had come up with since hearing about An Tiarna's return was through that door. He could sense many of the people in there. Some familiar, some strange, some seemed familiar, but were... off. Questions upon questions, and the answers were all through that door. All he had to do was centre himself and push it open. The paranoia did not want to fully leave however.. part of him was still considering the fact that he was about to die. It wasn't the first time he had been fooled. Surprised and attacked by those he considered allies. He sensed the power in those walls, there was enough to kill him. He took a step back and internally shook himself. Being with the New Order of the Eye had made him suspicious of everyone. Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna never considered themselves as Sith, not fully. Once upon a time An Tiarna very nearly started a religion around the Grey. That prophet of his had always given him the creeps. It seemed unlikely that he was here to die. At least not at the Mortus. The Mortus was a place of peace. Drunken fights happened here, not duels to the death, or ceremonial assassinations. Even he had been treated to fair combat versus Iniquitous. They had waited for him to lose ground before the ritual daggers had come out. He was not meant to die here, not like this. He straightened himself and cleared his throat. His heartbeat slowed, and he forced his hand to drop its grip on the wrapped handle of his vibroaxe. He owed his old family to not walk in with weapons at the ready. He strode forwards and pushed open the door....
He took everything in extremely quickly. Both his power over the Force and his medically enhanced senses kicked into overdrive as he took the large room in at a glance. Togarian guards flanked him, looking very unsure of him and trying to decide if this large, armed man was a threat. The man he come to see, An Tiarna Dubh himself, sat at the front of everyone. He had been most likely delivering one of his speeches, before the opening of the Mortus door interrupted him. Before him sat many familiar faces that Dearg could surprisingly still name. Field Marshall Collins stood off to the side as casually as his military training would allow. Luca sat still as rock, as usual complete absorbed in what his leader was saying. His niece Morrigan was a surprise to see. He didn't know if any of those children survived... he wondered what happened to the other three. He hadn't seen Connor in years. Lord Nexus sat close by, looking ever attentive and unsurprised to see him. The man was always aware, and had probably sensed him the moment he set foot in Ahto City. Another major surprise was Adieumus! Once upon a time the two were friends. Gaiscioch Dearg had even followed him into battle when he lead his own faction of likeminded individuals. Something was wrong.. Gaiscioch Dearg had broken every rule in the book to attend his friends Knighting as a Jedi. Why was he here and throwing off the presence he would expect of someone.... darker? People were starting to notice that he had arrived. Heads started to turn as he tried to gather as much information as he could. There were more people there.. some he recognized, and others were new. There was evidence of a recent fight. He couldn't be surprised.. those were commonplace here. From the bruises and dirty looks it seemed that Adieumus and Nexus had been the ones brawling. Why? What had caused them to start fighting? Adieumus was even carrying a strangely familiar lightsaber, which was strange. He remembered his friend preferring much flashier and less commonplace weapons. Dearg was finding himself with more questions than answers. Knowledge was power, even to a Sith and he was gaining so little that it was becoming frustrating. His anger flared for a moment and he had to resist the urge to shout or bury his vibroaxe into the wall. He was out of time to try and solve some of the mysteries that were screaming inside of his fractured mind. People had caught up and reacted to his presence. He strode a few steps forwards and stood quietly. Waiting for someone to make the first move. Talk? Fight? Ignore him? He was ready...
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 11, 2016 21:40:11 GMT -8
*The old man cracked an uncharacteristic smile at Dearg. They had history. He quickly fell back into his usual way & shot off a short hard greeting*
'Dearg a chara.... Could you quit thinking so much & sit down!'
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 11, 2016 21:49:08 GMT -8
*Mórrígan smiled at Dearg, this was old IF who she keen well. Her hand went to her mouth beside herself laughing at her grandfather's typical snappy reply. Collecting herself she went back to reading*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 11, 2016 21:57:45 GMT -8
*Looking at Mórrígan with a stare that could cut through durasteel slammed his fist down*
'Shut that bloody book & get back to drinking like the normal people would you... like right now!'
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 11, 2016 22:09:39 GMT -8
*Mórrígan closed the book gently slipping her IF dagger out laying it on the table all the time looking at her grandfather. Knowing full well he would hear these thoughts she let them flow*~How I would like to drive this through your black heart you nasty old man~*And with that took a drink of wine, licked her lips and smiled*
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Post by Saoirse on Jan 12, 2016 6:20:38 GMT -8
The journey to the Mortus had taken longer than expected and she had half come to suspect that the trader with whom she shared a ride was leading her on a merry dance. She had been forced listen to his songs with words and a tune that were sorely lacking and his rambling stories that sounded like something out of a poorly written holo-novel. Saoirse despaired silently, smiling every so often the fake smile she'd so comfortably learned to wear as her own.
"And then he turned to me and would you believe it, slapped the credits down on the table. Unheard of!"
Saoirse shook her head in astonishment; though what she was astonished by she really wasn't sure. The tedious story had long since lost her interest and she was only being polite.
"Unbelievable Jeff."
The trader looked at her confused but shrugged it off. The small transporter in which they rode reached the crest of the hill. It stopped for a moment causing Saoirse to look up from her folded arms to the world around her, notably the fortress built along the shore line below them. It was breath-taking. The trader chuckled at her apparent amazement and pushed forward on the controls, taking the vehicle down the path towards the giant structure.
"Not bad, is she?" The trader asked with a smile.
"Not bad at all" Saoirse whispered in reply. "Not bad at all."
The cluster of buildings grew larger and larger the closer they came and their true size became more than apparent. Chunks of rock stood proudly from the ground, scorched with blaster fire and blood while flags emblazoned with the crest of the Warriors of the Iron Fist fluttered in the breeze.
The same sense of uncertainty Saoirse felt in the tavern bubbled in her blood. She closed her eyes in a bid to centre herself, her breaths deep and even. The transporter ground to a halt a nearly fifty meters from the main gates. The stillness of the vehicle caused Saoirse to open her eyes.
“Out you get” the trader motioned to the door. “This is as far as I go.”
Saoirse thought better than to protest. She offered her thanks, gave her payment and departed the vehicle. She glanced back momentarily as the engine started up once more and the transporter took off back up the path. She sighed and turned back to The Mortus. Now or never she thought to herself and began walking.
The sound of music grew louder with each footstep as did the smell of alcohol. It seemed to radiate out from the place, ebbing and flowing like the waves along the coast. The beat of the music pulsated through the ground, strong and steady.
She wandered amid the rocks, her fingers grazing the dark trails caused by blaster-fire. She had grown up on the tales of the Warriors of the Iron Fist and their battle with the Sith on Kashyyk was legendary. To see the spoils of such an emphatic victory filled her with wondrous excitement. When she came reached the entrance, she looked up to see the severed heads impaled on spikes. Their cold, cloudy eyes still hinted at the horror they had endured at the hands of their enemies. She couldn’t help but smile. Two ravens landed atop the crown of a man whose neck still dripped with thick blood, their shrill caw filled the air and they began their feast. She watched intently, her head falling to one side as the flesh was torn from muscle above her. If she had been anyone else, the sight would have terrified her.
Saoirse climbed the four steps to the door and pushed it open.
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 12, 2016 7:39:12 GMT -8
*As the young woman walked in Mórrígan sat restlessly awaiting the old man to speak. She sang an old IF folk anthem remembered from her childhood growing up around this wild lot*
Do you remember in 2009?
Seeing all the Iron Fists standing in a line
Foaming at the mouth, Waiting for a fight
High boots, cropped hair, what a fuckin sight
Come back of the Iron Fists
come back of the boot
People that we don't beat up
We're gonna fucking shoot
We are the Iron Fists, we will have our say
we are the Iron Fists, we are here to stay.....
Trouble east Ahto
Trouble in the street
On the street corners
Where the gangs still meet
Talking about the weekend
What they're gonna do?
If you aint careful
They are gonna do you!
Come back of the Iron Fists
come back of the boot
People that we don't beat up
We're gonna fucking shoot
We are the old school, we will have our say
we are the old school, we ain't gonna die
Iron Fists in the city
Civil war now
Iron Fists taking over
Like Iron Fists know how
Iron Fist with his boots on
Nobody’s fool
Iron Fists taking over
Chaos is the rule!
Chaos, chaos, chaos - dont give a toss
Chaos, chaos, chaos - dont give a toss!
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Lord Magus
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Post by Lord Magus on Jan 12, 2016 9:54:15 GMT -8
Cormac finished his pint and held up two fingers to the barkeep again, who had been well prepared, having pulled a pint a moment before and quickly poured him another shot. His niece was acting crazy, Luca had shown, Dr Nick was as he always had been, the one called Dearg had mysteriously appeared, and his da was talking nonsense and losing his temper.
Good to be home.
"Slainte."
He held the shot up to the barkeep and threw it back, lighting another cigarette.
"Alright da, we're all here, what's the grand idea we've been called for?"
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Luca
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Post by Luca on Jan 12, 2016 11:47:10 GMT -8
*The massive man reared up casting a Dark shadow over the room. He was arresting merely sitting silently in a Dark corner; when he stood the room fell quiet. The tales of Luca's prowess were the thing of legends. One such incident involved Luca killing off two henchmen hired to kill An Tiarna. Luca subdued both of them and tied and gagged them with towels stuffed in their mouths. He then leisurely hacked one to pieces with a machete as the other watched in horror. When he went to finish off the other man Luca found that he had gone through a shock convulsion and choked to death on the towel…. Luca spoke slowly accenting each word*
"An Tiarna, I am honored and grateful that you have invited me to Mortus on this day. & may we decide the path on which the Iron Fists will ride …. I give my solemn word to support any decision that you make."
*With these words the big man sat down*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 12, 2016 12:08:15 GMT -8
*An Tiarna listened patiently as Luca spoke, nodding on occasion, eyes never leaving the big man. There are men in this universe wide who go about demanding to be killed. They argue in gambling games; they jump out of their land rovers in a rage if someone so much as scratches their fender. These people wander through the streets calling out "Kill me, kill me." Luca is such a man. And since he is not scared of death, and in fact, looks for it he is indeed a person to be feared... An Tiarna made Luca his weapon, because the only person in the universe that he truly believes could kill him is An Tiarna. When Luca finished speaking & sat An Tiarna responded*
“Thank Luca my most valued friend."
*After that he snapped his fingers looking at the young stranger & pointed to his table. The gesture was clear; sit down here - now*
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Post by Saoirse on Jan 12, 2016 13:36:46 GMT -8
Saoirse's attention snapped to the summons she received from An Tiarna. There was no mistaking the dominance of his character or his command. To say she had heard of him was an understatement, he himself was as legendary as the stories. Her heart pounded in her chest as she followed his command without question. She wondered if she should thank him or ask why he wanted her at his table but she thought better of it. She simply nodded and did as instructed.
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Post by 1976 Flyers Starting Lineup on Jan 12, 2016 13:48:06 GMT -8
*A group of goons stand in the back ground behind Luca. They are quiet but it is unmistakable that these men are dangerous..... Clark with an upward nod*
-Clark-
'Hammer... think you'll have a fight tonight?'
*Scultz looked up eyes wide*
Dave the Hammer Scultz-
'I wish.... But I ain't holding my breath on that one.' |
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 12, 2016 13:58:09 GMT -8
*An Tiarna leaned to the woman, still looking ahead & spoke*'
'I have many wild stories from my time in this universe that we exist in that are so ridiculous that they simply sound unbelievable.... But first... what may I ask would possess you to come here?'
*With a snap of his fingers the woman had three attendants at the table awaiting orders. The ancient warrior fell silent leaving the question hanging in the air; he needed to address the people here as a group & something had him drawn into thinking of the planet of the Whills....*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 13, 2016 13:27:07 GMT -8
*Another twisted look comes over the old man's face as he bellows without a stich of disgrace*
'I say that we bomb the Whillls... again & repeatedly.... Almost sounds sexual....'
*The puke green color of the font spoke a thousand words*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 13, 2016 13:45:34 GMT -8
*Shaking hands on temples she muttered*
<<"happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thou....>>
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 13, 2016 13:52:26 GMT -8
*Looking at the girl he snapped off*
'Knock it off!
*Then turning*
"What about you there Freelove&granola?"
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 13, 2016 15:45:31 GMT -8
Ok... so we know that the Whill Billies have no fleet.... No troops.... & the ground is barren. Pretty basic. We attack small....
*Scratching his beard*
Yes... & we smash another capital ship onto the surface just because we can....
*Making a mumbled comm. to space he cut the comm. & moved without delay*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 13, 2016 15:51:47 GMT -8
*The girl followed the ancient warrior she wordlessly with Luca & the hockey freaks with the doc close behind*
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