Kaine Australis
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Post by Kaine Australis on Oct 31, 2021 21:02:29 GMT -8
As it turned out, the Vegemite Enclave had opted to drink heavily and completely overlook the installation of a planetary governor. By mutual acclaim, the head bartender at the Mortus was elected to the role by Kaine, who entered the official entries into Ahto City's central computer, before heading off to continue drinking. A planetary representative to the IRI would be assigned at a later date when one was required, but for all intents and purposes, Manaan had joined the new alliance as a founding member world of the IRI.
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Avarath
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Post by Avarath on Dec 30, 2021 6:46:07 GMT -8
*Ava sat atop a skyscraper atop a floating city lost in the vast ocean of Manaan. The sun was setting on the horizon and the Calnennore dearly wished she was by her own ocean and not this alien one full of strange smells and loud people. It wasn't as if the city wasn't fun or exciting enough for the woman, it was different.
Gaeren III was wild, untamed, and dangerous. She longed for that, but at the same time had things to do here, with Aydyn and the enclave. A pout started on her white lips, and an edge of blonde creeped through her hair. She started to notice the change and immediately dug deeply into her emotional state.
Aydyn had described this phenomenon to her, as she was not one to dabble much in biology: the symbiotes that lived in her hair were exceptionally sensitive to the Force. When she channeled too much of the energy field too fast, the symbiotes became stressed and started exuding toxins- thus the color change from green to golden. He had mentioned that he experienced the same phenomenon from time to time, but since he was from a different tribe that had cultivated different symbiotes, most people barely noticed the change.
The explanation had not really helped her gain control, just understand the process behind it. Some chemical whackadoo based on her body composition. This hadn't been a cue whenever she had used the Force before her banishment. Before she had woken up on Thyferra. Why in Nixuden was it happening now? She sighed and practiced letting the frustration go to the universe around her. The color change stopped. If she maintained a semblance of calm, the creatures would return to normal.
It had occurred to her that she could just let the raw emotions continue storming and raging within. The toxins could be expunged by the Force as she directed the energy to heal the damage. But it didn't seem like the energy field would cooperate with those directives. She sighed again and remained lost in thought at the top of the building.*
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Syren
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Post by Syren on Dec 30, 2021 8:35:29 GMT -8
*Syren had left the Mortus, leaving her apprentice in the hands of the Sith witches in charge of the Enclave. If Desyre wished to learn more of the darkside for her personal passion project, Syren would have to step aside. You let them find their own feet. Syren had said her piece on multiple occasions. The road Desyre turned to was one she felt she needed to go down. The Nenya would not stop her unless the galaxy came to some greater harm. The personal projects of the Sith could cause great harm, but they could also cause no harm, depending on the situation.
She gave a long side glance to an establishment she passed by. The Sweet Success Day Spa and Sub Pub, "Put the Frixian Shark in you to Rest..." Syren frowned ever so slightly. Who the kirff thought that was a great tag line? A gaggle of female selkath stumbled from the bar side of the spa and almost blanched to see Syren at the entrance. She heard several startled murmers of "Mistress Avarath," and downturned faces as the heard backed slowly up to the wall and as far away from Syren as possible.
Syren turned her head in confusion. Being met with apprehension was not uncommon, but the terror and fear these women had coming off them in waves was unexpected. Syren quickly forced her face into an expressionless mask - one that could partially hide her less human seeming features.*
"I'm sorry to disturb you, but Mistress Avarath?" *She tried to emit a calming aura through the Force which seemed to have some minor effect on the ladies. One stood forward with a quirk of her head.*
"If you are not our Mistress, you look very much like her. We mean no offense, merely getting off shift and..." *The selkath woman trailed off not really sure how to continue.
Syren nodded and stepped out of their path.* "Be on your way then, I'm just another person passing by." *After nodding her shaggy green head, the selkath scurried into the darkness. Syren turned her attention to the door, mulling the sound of Avarath over in her head. She felt like she needed to test something.
She hauled open the spa door to find a luxurious looking establishment. Plush blue and aqua curtains hung on the walls surrounding vid screens with views of Manaan's Oceans. Little decorative pillows were placed on sumptuous couches with various species laid out. These patrons were being attended by fastidious selkath or aqualish polishing claws, preening feathers, filing nails, etc.
Syren heard a yelp from the counter which drew her eye to a gangly looking human in a nice suit and tie. That fear again. She once more pasted on an expressionless face and reached out to the Force to send out a calming wave to those in the spa. She didn't linger long on the very slight irony that this is what people come to spas for in the first place, merely turned her attention to the attendant at the counter.*
"Good evening, Mistress Avarath. We were not expecting to see you until late this evening. No worries though, your accommodations are ready. Master Aydyn arrived earlier and...."
*Syren lost all composure and calm that had been carefully crafted across her face. Aydyn. Immediately she allowed her senses to flare outward and upward through the facility. Paying little attention to how the rest of the denizens felt about a raw push from the Force. She could not feel his presence, but the effort was in vain anyway. Aydyn had always been good at hiding himself.*
"Take me. Now." *She did not bother to mince words or put the man at ease. Quickly another staff member was summoned to take Syren to Aydyn.*
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The Holy Man
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Post by The Holy Man on Jan 25, 2022 12:06:55 GMT -8
After leaving the Mortus, Maximus and his retinue of Howlers made their way to Ahto City. From the reports he had seen there were some residents of Manaan that were less than pleased about the VE taking over. Right now it seemed to be no more than open discussion, but he didn't want to let it grow into something more dangerous.
He stopped at the edge of a courtyard that seemed to be the source of those who were speaking their disagreements. He stood and observed for a few minutes before speaking to his Howlers.
Kelara, stay close by. The rest of you spread out but keep your weapons holstered. We're not here to escalate.
The Howlers spread out around the courtyard to act as the eyes and ears of the group. Maximus walked calmly up to who appeared to be the main voice of concern. It appeared to be a male Selkath who became visibly distracted and began looking concerned at seeing Maximus approaching. After a moment of panic it looked as though the Selkath was about to become enraged, but Maximus raised his hand to imply that the man should relax. Maximus cleared his throat and spoke to the crowd in a voice that was calm but firm.
The Iron Fist no longer controls this planet. I speak on behalf of the VE and am here to tell you all that we have no interest in repeating their rule. We wish to make our home here, and in return we will do our part to help protect this planet from those that would wish it and you harm.
I understand that it will be difficult to wash away the oppression of the IF. I hope that in time the VE will prove itself different and show you all that we are committed to the well-being of the planet. If anyone has an opinion to voice on the matter, now is the time.
He stood and waited, watching a wave of murmurs move through the crowd. He could tell by the expressions of some of the members of the crowd that they were satisfied for now, while others remained skeptical. He continued to wait until some of the crowd came forward to voice their concerns. He listened patiently to their concerns and responded to each one of them which in turn convinced more people to bring up their concerns.
It was already dark, but he stayed there and listened to every question and concern for as long as it took. He wanted the people of this planet to understand that the VE wanted to make this their home and see it flourish. After hours of discussion the crowd dwindled and it seemed like at least for now, the concerns of the people have been assuaged.
As everyone who had initially been part of the crowd left, Maximus sighed and waved his Howlers back over to him. He could tell that they were as tired as he was and deserved a break.
Prepare yourselves for combat training... tomorrow morning. For now, get some rest.
He nodded to the others and walked out of the courtyard, leaving them to rest in whatever way they saw fit. He would put them through the paces in the morning, but they wouldn't be any good to him if they were completely exhausted.
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Lord Sinistra
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Jan 26, 2022 5:44:25 GMT -8
The salty breeze moved the hood around her head, wisps of her hair blown around her face as she walked towards the beach outside the Mortus. The expanse of colors painted across the sky set it ablaze in light, and she stood with her bare feet in the cooling sands, as she watched the fiery sphere sink into the waves, leaving a deep orange reflection on the crests of the restless sea. Sinking to her knees, she drifted off into her thoughts, listening to the crash and wash of the ocean pounding the beach. Lulled by the rhythmic sounds, she ran through her fragmented thoughts, trying to make sense of her ennui, of her feeling of restlessness, of identity. Who are you when you aren’t what you do anymore?
It was dark by the time she pulled herself away from her mind, the exquisite tapestry of sunset replaced by the curtain of stars and celestial bodies set among the blackest velvet sky. She wasn’t ready to go back to her rooms, or the Mortus, and so she slid her boots back on, scowling about the sand everywhere, and took herself to the streets of Ahto City.
The market stalls were closed by now, but the lights of bars and clubs were bathing the city in halos of neon color, overlapping from one facade to the next. Street food vendors were just beginning their prep work for the hungry masses that would be crowding the avenues coming out of work, or coming out to live among the throngs to eat, drink and be merry when the night frees them from the daily grind.
She followed a side alley over to a little noodle shop she happened to find by accident once, and stumbled across an unlikely scene, so far as she was aware. The Holy Man stood talking with a small group of Selkath, who seemed to be airing grievances. Staying back from where he might notice her, she watched, as he listened with earnestness and spoke of change and new beginnings. There would always be some skeptical of the new rulers, but he seemed to genuinely care to listen to them, and to take their doubts to heart.
When the crowd had finally moved on, and it was only Max dismissing his crew, she stepped forward out of the shadows, pulling her hood down. “Nice night for a walk. Can I buy you a caf?”
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The Holy Man
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Post by The Holy Man on Jun 28, 2022 10:37:20 GMT -8
After he dismissed his Howlers, Maximus closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He keyed in on the sounds of the ocean and the gentle droning of the dispersing crowd to calm his nerves after the hours he spent talking to the crowds. He attuned his other senses while his eyes were closed to help ground him and take a moment to mentally reset. In the few seconds he took to do that, he could sense a familiar and welcome presence. The warmth that she always radiated to him in the Force coupled with her scent that always seemed to draw her in put a faint smile on his face.
“Nice night for a walk. Can I buy you a caf?”
He turned to face her as the smile grew across his face. Even in the unflattering neon glow washing across the courtyard she managed to be the most radiant thing there. He tucked his hands behind his back and nodded as she walked towards him. He felt the draw of exhaustion creeping in the periphery of his mind, but it could wait.
That would be a gift from the Force. And I'll take the caf, too.
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The Ten
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Post by The Ten on Jul 3, 2022 21:16:29 GMT -8
Orana, black hair pulled back tight, face painted white with lips blood red, walked slowly taking in the atmosphere. A long blood red dress rode her body. She looked about and she listened. And many a sight met keen eyes, as many a noise fell on sensitive ears. One voice among the many stood out. Eyes thinning she attempted to make sense of the words and she muttered to herself quietly -Orana- "Corr...." Eyes glancing towards the source of the voice she narrowed in on the spearker and effortlessly moved forward.Busy day. Busy was good she thought. An eerie smile crossed her face. As she came closer Orana searched with right hand at her left hip, at last fingers closed on the handle. Eyes made contact. She knew the move. But a few meters from her mark a voice called out from the shadows -Compatriot- "Orana!" With that she froze, if for but a heartbeat. Her right let go of the handle and the woman was gone. Disappearing like smoke was not spurred on by some knarly outrageous Force power but rather the way the woman moved and knowledge of the area
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Post by The Ten on Nov 16, 2022 20:26:20 GMT -8
The group moved through the city quietly observing . Probing. They assessed the surroundings. Peacefully yet with purpose. One among the group asked “Why exactly are we playing this game?” All froze at the question but none offered a spoken answer. Notwithstanding, the women slipped into the shadows effortlessly and were gone
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Post by The Ten on Jun 26, 2023 20:51:28 GMT -8
Now alone, notwithstanding her ever present personal guard, Organa walked quietly observing
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Lámh Dhearg Manaan
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Aug 4, 2023 23:41:02 GMT -8
Ripping into a well know dock in a secluded location, a ship idled momentarily before powering down. Onboard the gaggle of lunatics inside the vessel busied themselves fancying up to meet and greet
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Post by The Ten on Aug 4, 2023 23:55:23 GMT -8
Orana, at long last collecting herself, bellowed -Orana- “Tar ansin chugam! Agat!!! What had gradually spread out far and wide came to alert to the howl and the gathering came togeather. Smiling Orana “Alright then, the smell of fish is corroding my nose!” A few nods of agreement rose fur from her compatriots but nothing audible. The group dissipated like smoke. They dignitaries moved with ease. They had know this place for years thought Orana, why I could Walt through this city with my eyes closed. The discrete station, where the women had parked their ship was now in sight. The walk down the aisle seemed long. Orana noticed two transparently drunk men arguing amongst themselves. She ignored them. Boarding the ship all were scarcely settled and the vessel lifted off and unceremoniously shot into the Manaan sky
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Lámh Dhearg Manaan
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Jan 26, 2024 0:53:50 GMT -8
And there they were, Pilot & Copilot, the smell of fish following the pair. And so too came their trusty crew of 5 stout Togs, well armoured, outrageously armed & looking for a fight. T’was a motley crew to be sure. So on they walked wise yet quite confidently. One man asked his crew mate -Copilot- “Looks like we got some amadants dancing ‘round as if they owned the joint….” But his superior wave this talk aside -Pilot- “Not our business. We make a few courtesy stops, then off to our ship.” Copilot nodded smartly & on they went. The group walked for some time before coming to their vessel. And there it was, the Sentinel class, Fart in a Windstorm. A hatch flew open & all paraded aboard. The hatch then closed
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Lámh Dhearg Manaan
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Jan 27, 2024 20:26:17 GMT -8
Outside the city was a whirlwind of activity; inside the Sentinel class, aptly dubbed The Fart in a Windstorm, things were quite hectic too. The Tog gunmen toyed with their killing machines, whilst the two fellow Togarian performed a general maintenance sweep of the ship as a whole. Meanwhile, Pilot & Copilot, both of which were well into the fourth pint of many to come. The two investigated the navigational system extensively. The mighty Uni wide trembled at vision of these two drunken fools once again staining the sanctity of space with their presence. In the background of this unholy mess the gaging stench of fish basting in a thick stew filled the air. T’was almost poetic
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Lámh Dhearg Manaan
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Apr 14, 2024 15:28:52 GMT -8
*Pilot stood staring vacantly at nothing. Intoxication was indeed intoxicating. Yup I need a to improve my vocabulary, so the man thought. What was that incessant ringing? Sigh deep the Colonel opened his Comm. link and spoke* “What is it man?” *Suddengly the colonel subconsciously stiffed to attention* - O’Dubhui- “Yes sir!” *Get this ship in order…. We’re off to Juvex, post haste.” *The man immediately joined his drunken crew preparing to split the scene. All was dealt with silently and at breakneck speed. The Fart in a Windstorm lifting off shot into the sky above the city*
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Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Oct 2, 2024 21:01:36 GMT -8
And the vessel set down quietly. And the doors opened quietly. Then the soldiers quietly exited. And the men immediately began dispatching anyone who stood in their way. Was quite stimulating. Interestingly their arrival was far from met with hostility; it was generally ignored, as if nothing out of the ordinary, and indeed welcomed by no small number of people. And as consequence it was highly uneventful. The men waded into their work, each man knowing their task. O’Dubhui quickly noticed how quiet things were. The man quickly registered the knowledge to memory, and indeed the surprising tranquility governed the way in which he conducted the operation. Several questions were presented consistently to those spoken to. What became clear was that no significant presence existed on Manaan. The bizarre death of The Old man was hardlystunning to O'Dubhui; little shook the man after so many years in the game. It was saddening to be sure but frankly the colonel was surprised An Tiarna had lasted that long; man was a walking time bomb. Nor did the Old manDying on account of his own folly was hardly surprising either; the man was a walking time bomb. O’Dubhui sighed. Morrigan? Always liked the girl but her passing was not exactly a surprise. Kinda a mouthpiece, so he oft thought but kept well to himself. What was shocking to him were some of the names springing up in this sweep. Pressing all to the back of his mind, the officer moved on. Manaan was IF to the core…. As the men went about their business the Poetic Buzzard was going through a a much needed examination.. A solid overhaul and a much needed cleaning
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Post by Di Fastski on Oct 2, 2024 21:19:10 GMT -8
Di too could be seen among the Oglaigh na Iarndoideanna as they exited the ship but he immediately broke away from the group vanishing into the urban environment. And he casually went about committing the first of many murders, dispatching a man by stealing up dangerously close then unceremoniously opening an ear to ear grin below the chin. Investigation. Many didn’t quite understand it…. Di spoke with natives. And his eyes were crossing from watching old news. Holonet. Wonderful advent. But nothing was quite as powerful as common knowledge. People oft came out of that looking like fools. This bar had been here for some time. Strangely before the Old man even built the beach it stands on. That logic mystified Di. A lot
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Lámh Dhearg Manaan
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Oct 5, 2024 11:02:02 GMT -8
The crew were still at the spaceport. Hitching a ride aboard the Poetic Buzzard, the boys of Lamh Dhearg Manaan collected themselves for the work ahead. But at the moment they the men put all effort into supervising the ongoing cleanup. And that was a good excuse for drinking more
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Oct 5, 2024 12:09:39 GMT -8
And there they were. Hitchhiking had many a benefit, so Kieran thought. And indeed many a flaw too. One such problem hitching a ride consistently created was not knowing exactly where one was going. And that inevitably seeming to lead to commandeering. And blood. Death & all that. Such pleasantries aside the he spoke -Kieran- “First up we grease any pretentious puke who owns a place selling coffee and calling it “caf.” Nodding lazily in agreement then pulling a piece with right hand from under left arm his brother spoke simply-Loach- “Good enough…..” And at that the party began
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Oct 5, 2024 12:16:07 GMT -8
As Keiran and Laoch stroud into the city, our bizarre little intergalactic version of the Brady Bunch also happily hit the city proper. Boland found no difficulty in the haphazard flight through the Uni; indeed he found it rather appealing. Navigating the ship into a space at spaceport he watched the two men skipping happily into anarchy. The man almost envied them. And indeed Boland sat watching as Grace too went strolling into the storm. The Raven, leaving the woman’s shoulder went soaring into the slky casting a Dark shadow across the surface below. The hound too went happily forward, circling the little girl, his tail wagging. With a sigh the man followed….. All hell was breaking loose
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Oct 8, 2024 10:35:22 GMT -8
The men formed a highly disciplined fighting unit. And they fought amongst themselves like small children. Or kittens if one requires such exacting description. And such was the case with their newly established living quarters. A variety of suggestions hit the table. The An Tiarna. Sounded justt ducky but lost Favorability with each time it was spoken and not wanting to drag out the subject the idea was short lived. O’Dubhui watched passively. The Drunken Fist? The old man’s brows raised at the suggestion but still he remained silent. The suggestions continued. And indeed they continued to get worse. Slapping his forehead several times as the suggestions grew worse the colonel began to speak. Just as the words were passing from the lips of the colonel a hearty belch cut him short, all turning toward where the sound emanated
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