Lámh Dhearg Manaan
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Apr 14, 2024 20:57:57 GMT -8
A sentinel class entered open orbit above, and around, the watery globe. Little time was given to the extent vessels; The Fart in a Windstorm simply avoided any contact. No harm, no foul. Pilot manned the vessel, with the aid of his trusted crewman and drinking buddy Co-Pilot. This was not xactly the boys first rodeo and they quite easily cut the distance to the closest hyperspace exit
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Post by AT Satalite on Aug 16, 2024 7:06:29 GMT -8
In Manaan orbit the a satellite cruised, constantly processing data on all and everything around….. And persistently making all probative apparatuses on the defence platform useless
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Post by AT Satalite on Aug 25, 2024 2:31:25 GMT -8
Nothing had changed in Manaan orbit. And I mean nothing. Even the rather loud spectacle that accounted for the most recent blemish on this sacrosanct watery world bellow had simply stopped. One crewman muttered -Tool Box - “Again? You’d think after a few decades people might realize that we don’t go down easy….” His partner responded -Brad Awl- “people are idiots.” The pair laughed hardy laughter. Intense scrambling of the probative systems on the golan platform continued
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Post by AT Satalite on Sept 7, 2024 2:06:12 GMT -8
Manaan orbit. Dead as dead can be. The AT satellite moved. Endlessly circling the planet. Probing. Another pointless invasion. The crew of two sat with jaws agape thinking of the stupidity
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Post by AT Satalite on Sept 11, 2024 21:16:47 GMT -8
The satellite continued circling the planet. Like it had for six years. Six years. 21190 days. Or 508560 hours. Tool Boxx was temped to continue the rather pointless exercise but caught himself. His attention returned to assessing the activity in Manaan orbit
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Post by AT Satalite on Sept 14, 2024 19:37:16 GMT -8
The satellite continued the monotonous circling of the planet, like it had for decades wholly unopposed. Unrecognized. Boring life some might say but perfect to build up a healthy dossier concerning the comings and goings in Manan orbit, not to mention the planet below. Tool boxx sat overlooking data on the comings and goings to this watery world. The last few years had indeed been eventful. Another half cocked exhibition aimed at.. well aimed at hunt all. Subconsciously scratching his head Tool continued. Muttering to himself the man spoke -Tool Boxx- “Three years. Three years? Seriously?” He continued his examination.
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Post by AT Satalite on Sept 15, 2024 19:24:03 GMT -8
*Brad Awl sat motionless his eyes fixed on Tool Boxx, who in turn quickly formed a message to all available and with but the press of a button initiated relaying the richly encoded communication far and wide to the scattered remains of the old inner circle. With a nod he spoke -Tool Boxx- “Let us see what, if anything this sets in motion….”
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Post by AT Satalite on Sept 23, 2024 23:25:53 GMT -8
And the satellite did as it was intended. Round & round & round & round it went. Methodically . Repeatedly. Again & again & again. But no climactic surge at the end…. For no end existed. They had been circling the planet for years. Many a sight seen. Many things come and gone. Tool Boxx inquired -Tool Boxx- “Is anything even happening out there?” His partner did not respond but rather picking up an empty can from a many on the floor deftly stuck it into an ejection chamber. A small ‘pop’ could be heard as the can came hurling from the vessel entering outer space. The last frontier. These are voyages of….. And in minds of the two dimwits on satellite the theme to 2001 a space odyssey played…. & the can glided through space effortlessly….. Was a sight to behold
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Post by Di Fastski on Oct 2, 2024 17:25:02 GMT -8
Di sat toying with a weapon biding time as the ship carrying him broke into Manaan orbit. Di sat waiting…. Soon
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Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Oct 2, 2024 19:28:47 GMT -8
The boys were rather pumped, so the old officer thought as he stood watching. Observing. Things were about to get a whole lot of ugly….. But not straightaway. The man couldn’t see anything. Eyes narrowing he spoke -O’Dubhui- “Hail those daft pansies in that bloody satellite!” The orders were accepted and instantly initiated . Around them the crew busily prepared to land
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Post by AT Satalite on Oct 2, 2024 19:42:25 GMT -8
The vessel continued the unending observation of a whole lot of nothing. Both men turning attention to the incoming hail viciously broke out fighting for the comm. sparing the Kind Reader of an exact play by play things got some ugly. Punching, biting, knees to the nads, fingers stuck in eyes. The last move was Tool Boxx landing a timely left fist on the nose of Awl. The man crumpled to the floor and Tool opened the link -Tool Box- “Can’t see us eh? Huh. I knew something was up, all of those ships near smashing us into subatomic particles, bloody inordinate and frankly ridiculous numbers of fleets” invading” our hallowed home…. Yet nothing even touches us” Turning to his now conscious mate the man spoke -Tool Boxx- “Catch this one Brad - nobody can see us. Eject a beer can into space.” Without delay Brad Awl lept to the task. Six king cans. The cans left the ship and began effortlessly floating in space. No flurry of shots blasting the cans to pieces. No laser swiftly incinerating the cans into nothing. Was a spectacle to behold. Who’s kidding who here? T’was utterly void of… anything. Then a hard reality hit Tool Boxx -This was the abyss….
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Post by An tSúil on Oct 26, 2024 21:41:35 GMT -8
Any in Manaan orbit could feel it. What exactly it was all fell on the eye of the beholder. None were directly threatened, or harmed in any way. But to some the feeling must have been akin to having a full body cavity. Among others it, whatever it was, passed by as no more than a sudden cold feeling tingling down the spine. No mighty Force powers or magical items really effected the energy and it was gone as fast as it, if it was really anything at all, had came….
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Post by AT Satalite on Oct 29, 2024 22:29:02 GMT -8
The ride was impactful indeed, so thought Tool Boxx…. The daffy smile quickly left his face. Scratching his right temple with a thumb, the man packed twenty empty cans into the trash compactor then hit the switch that sent them hurling into space….. Space….. The final frontier…… -Tool Boxx- “Would you be so kind as to destroy that unsightly rubbish?” Without a word Brad Awl took aim and unleashed a shitstorm on said cans, which were blown into subatomic particles. Not like there was a whole lot of nothing at all out there…..
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Nov 1, 2024 5:57:51 GMT -8
Into Manaan orbit the girls, the vessel they were in and all attached to said ship, burst into Manaan orbit. Alem stood silent chin tight to chest eyes searching. Some people were going to howl alright
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Post by Epona Dubh on Nov 2, 2024 0:43:06 GMT -8
A Baudo class star yacht came crashing into Manaan orbit. A richly encoded message was sent to the AT Satellite. Likewise a similar relay was issued to a few select bodies on the surface. The ship effortlessly moved towards the planet below
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Post by AT Satalite on Nov 10, 2024 20:30:30 GMT -8
The boys had been stuck in this glorified pop can through some outlandish battles. Could get fairly animated around here for sure. But they had spent And they had spent even more time trapped in this unholy box, as they circled the planet in a monotonous agonizing lifeless voyage. A voyage that inescapably ended right back where it had started. With this in mind Tool Boxx, openly consoling himself spoke -Tool Boxx- “At least the pay’s good.” He thought. Whilst his mate was contemplating ending it all, Brad Awl was hard at work toying with the Golan platform. Low frequency jamming was what the man had set in motion. And his aim was very precise. It did not affect life sustaining technology. Nor was he aiming at compromising the ability of ships exiting or entering the platform. What he did was severely limit the scope of the big guns on the vessel, both in terms of range and accuracy, thus rendering them essentially useless. Another crucial area heavily focused on were the exploratory system of this edifice. And the primary goal was not fully disabling but rather compromising the quality of the scanning equipment that the platform employed. And all were inspired by but subtle adjustments. And all from outside the vessel. Turning to Boxx the man began explaining -Brad Awl- “You see this caper relies on the defender to have little - if any - regard for more primitive attacks….”Tool Boxx, although quite interested, cut the man off -Tool Boxx- “you think that this explanation would go down easier over a couple of beer?” Now this was music to the other man’s ear and after retrieving a couple of pints, Awl cracked both open, handing one to Tool Boxx. And the two men continued the conversation, now greatly enhanced by massive quantities of alcohol
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