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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2014 19:37:50 GMT -8
Lauchlan stared at the name and listened intetly before he looked over to the cabnits of weapons, it was true Lauchlan was armed under his robes but only he knew where his weapons were, he sighed and opened the robes he had a black stanard armor that could take a few blaster rounds if it had to but other than that there seemed to be no noticble blaster on him but the double hilt of his saber that was attached to his back.
I don't part ways with my saber, a fine respectable man of trade in buisness should know light sabers and the black market are always a high bid
as for trouble I won't cause any, I am just passing through checking my sights
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 8, 2015 5:38:35 GMT -8
A Sentinel class shuttle set an ominous shadow over Atho City accelerating towards the surface unopposed
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 8, 2015 9:09:04 GMT -8
A looming darkness seemed to engulf the city as the Sentinel class shuttle set down quietly. Some civilians froze in anticipation while others began to flee. The hanger flew open & dozens of the imposing Togorian Rangers exited & immediately took to securing the area. Nothing was left uninspected; this was classic close protection protocol. Lastly a group of Black Watch marched out in a tight spear formation. They spread out to the left & right sides forming a human wall. The ancient warrior king An Tiarna Dubh gazed across the cityscape with a bottomless deathly stare. Yet the reaction of the natives was not one of terror as one might expect. A collective sign of relief filled the air
-An Tiarna-
People of Manaan... the IF has returned home. From what I can see the play here has deteriorated to nothing... we will more than fill that role.
A cheer rose up among the crowd. Contrary to popular belief the general opinion of the monster man among the natives of Manaan was quite high. A smile grew on the old man's face.
-An Tiarna-
Greetings. Please, do not allow our presence to disrupt you.
The flag the IF was erected along with the tricolor French flag. With that the civilians settled back into the everyday routine but a gossip mill sprung into action. A small group of dignitaries assembled & carefully approached An Tiarna.
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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 9, 2015 10:20:48 GMT -8
Ahto City Public Spaceport was bustling with activity- traders packed and unpacked their goods while foremen hustled through, ensuring smooth traffic and order was maintained. One such foreman, a young Selkath by the name of Rhu'lkar, had been rather overwhelmed by the chaos. The older foremen were accustomed to such chaos and felt invigorated by it, where as Rhu'lkar, who became a foreman years after the Warriors of the Iron Fist took their hiatus, was caught off guard. This was why when an undocumented Lambada class Shuttle, which was pinged from an unidentified capital-class military vessel, landed without prior announcement in the public bay, the occupants were greeted by a squad of security guards and one very infuriated Rhu'lkar.
As the shuttles hydraulic capacitors ejected compressed gasses. and the primary walkway opened and touched the ground, the Selkath reached for his blaster. Heavy, evenly paced footsteps echoed from within the ship- slow but steady. The boots were what the selkath saw first. Metal, military grade and huge, just like the man who wore them. He descended, clad in a heavy black cloak, and a massive helmet wrought from bone and metal. He looked like some sort of monster from a children's story. He did not halt, nor even seem to notice the security party. He approached, slow, steady and determined. Rhu'lkar stammered out of shock and stepped forward placing himself before the looming individual, who stopped in his tracks. The figure brought those lifeless meshed eyes of his helmet upon the Selkath, and suddenly Rhu'lkar felt a nauseating sensation come over him. Bile filled his throat and fear filled his heart. He suddenly had a nigh-undeniable urge to run for the hills, and yet duty held him there. He managed to stammer out a few sloppy syllables that some might call a word.
"H-hhhh-hhhalllth"
He held a shaky hand, wielding a blaster pistol, aimed towards the figures chest, though it shook so violently that he would undoubtably miss any shot that it took.
"Ahhhhtttthhooo cc-cc-ccc-ity.....ss-sss-ssssec...."
Suddenly a steadier hand clasped his by the wrist, slowly lowering it. It was the hand of a human, old and wizened- the port master, Brutus. He looked at Rhu'lkar, with calm, warm, blue eyes.
"Easy boy, this man is no threat. He is with the IF." Brutus looked up at the figure. "Pardon Rhu'lkar, my lord. He is ignorant to the High King and his warriors. Welcome home."
It was all Brutus could do to not grin from ear to ear. He, like the older foremen, had missed the Warriors of the Iron Fist. The tall figure looked at Brutus, giving him a nod before continuing past the Selkath and the now 'at ease' security force. He made his way towards the one place he knew he would find his commanding 'officer'. As he made his way through the streets of the city, some glanced, some whispered, and some even averted their gaze. The Battle Chieftain, Lord Nexus, was back on Manaan- and that bode only one thing.
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Dec 9, 2015 19:09:33 GMT -8
A Darkness, darker than the shadow cast by ATD's ship, a darkness more palpable than Rhu'lkar, filled all of Ahto City. It was the briefest of passings, yet every being felt it like an ice pic in the frontal lobe. A shudder, a deep seated need to flee. No matter who they were. When it passed, a man stood in it's wake. This man adjusted his suit jacket with a swift tug, looked around almost gently, his purple eyes glowing slightly. He nodded in a certain direction, and set off, his footprints leaving smokey tendrils in his wake, a chill settling around him. If the darkside had a smell, it would be him. Cold, dry, crackling with electricity. His skin was the colour of smoke, his hair as black as night, and as he moved, it was with the fluid grace of a predator. He nodded to people as he walked, these people hustling quickly away as he did. None of them could understand why. They just left quickly. He only shook his head and grinned....He was going to see an old friend. even if this old friend had no idea who he truly was.
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 10, 2015 8:14:06 GMT -8
An Tiarna was unmoved by the presence. He spoke calmly. The crowd was calmed by the old man's posture. He looked at the figure.
-An Tiarna-
& what may I do for you?
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Dec 10, 2015 10:18:52 GMT -8
"Still as arrogant as always I see. Your 'vacation' hasn't dulled what passes for wit around these parts. As for what you may do for me? Nothing. I heard that you were back in town. Figured I would stop by and say hello. "
He stood calmly, shoulders straight, hands accentuating his speech mildly. He held his arms out to his sides and turned in a slow circle.
"Nice place you got here. Where is the bar?"
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 10, 2015 16:09:20 GMT -8
Arrogant? I say confident. People have trouble with that. Interesting that I gained such attention so fast. Again, might I be able to do anything for you?
*The old man's brows lifted & head notched looking to the other*
Nexus? Let us go into the Mortus. You can drag along Whatshisface here too, maybe a drink will settle us all down a bit.
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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 11, 2015 8:49:36 GMT -8
Armor rustled beneath thick robes, as the Dark Lord turned his head to the new comer. Darkness incarnate, oddly familial, and not hostile. Interesting. Nexus turned his eyes back onto the larger High King of Manaan.
"An Tiarna...I thought you would never ask. How long has it been?"
He looked back at the shade, touched by darkness. He gave him a light nod.
"It has been some time...what happened to your hair?"
A slight jab. The Dark Lord was nearly positive of who the mysterious figure was. His name might be different, but his presence was not. And as they shared the same 'noble' Arkanian blood, which came with a trademark gene, Nexus hoped that the shade would understand the reference and verify, or deny his past identity. As he said this, he made his way towards the fortress, where their old haunt still stood.
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 11, 2015 19:02:19 GMT -8
"Been a while Nexus. & you find something pretty about me? As if you were staring at me with lust in your eyes. Oh - the receding hairline is hereditary by the by."
The old man shot off with a cocked eye, then face back to blank .
"Not that way Nexus.... To the bar, near the shoreline, you know - the Mortus. Now maybe it's still standing... thought that I blew it up but hopefully if so these fish people were sharp enough to the bloody thing."
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Dec 11, 2015 19:22:32 GMT -8
Arching a single eyebrow, a wry grin on his face he looked at Nexus and Shrugged
"Just For Sith"
He turned and started walking towards the outside wall of the west side of the city, pointing as he went
"This way Gentlemen."
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 11, 2015 20:46:21 GMT -8
An Tiarna shrugged his shoulders & gestured to Whill Shaman achiforgothisbloodyname & with a wave of his hand started behind
'Let's follow that thing Nexus'
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Post by Adi on Dec 21, 2015 19:07:59 GMT -8
The Happy Herbs shuttle landed near the ruins of what was the former Dark Tide HQ. Opening the cockpit, Skylar hopped out, and landed in the dusty ground. The city still bustled around him, but the ruins of this building had somehow survived as it was...a desolate shell. He had no idea why, but he had been drawn here, pulled even. He had ventured off his path from Bastion just to make a stopover here. Sure, he had something he wished to give to An-Tiarna, but there was more to it.
Something here, in this pile of rubble, wanted to be found."M.I.C.R.O., run a scan, see if anything stands out." The small cat replica droid scanned, finding nothing but old junk. Even Skylar's keen eye saw nothing. He continued to search for a few hours, digging through the piles of dusty plaster and brick, turning up nothing. This place was quite literally a shrine to a failed ideal. The initial inception was genius, along with the beginnings of its execution....
But it....just like all the others before it....had failed.
Exasperated, the Arkanian plopped down on the butt end of a broken pillar, and sighed, kicking a rock. From underneath, there was a glint of silvery white....barely visible, but catching the light just enough to draw Skylar's eye. Reaching down, he brushed away more of the rubble, and pulled the strange artifact from its tomb of brick and mortar. Immediately, Skylar recognized it, and knew exactly why he had been brought here. Ironic, that he had been drawn to this very item, especially considering why he had come here in the first place. Whistling for M.I.C.R.O. to follow, he headed back to the ship. Dusting the damaged and slightly burned mask off, a slow, quiet grin spread across his face. He climbed into the cockpit, followed by the cat. The cockpit then closed, and the ship blasted off toward The Mortus.
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Post by Oberyon on Jan 4, 2016 9:00:58 GMT -8
The starport was in utter chaos- with the return of the Warriors of the Iron Fist, and the funeral, thousands of bodies were flooding customs and immigration; it was all the selkath could do to get people in and out quickly. Traders, travelers and old friends made their way through security, which was laxed due to the absence of a bulk of the IF forces, who had dedicated themselves to resettling in Dun Na Manaan. That's what Oberon was hoping for; it allowed him to slip through the space port, relatively easily as a trader of munitions. On any other day, with any other faction, a man with several crate loads of explosives would be reason for alarm, but with the Iron Fist being the way they are, and the absence of any officials who could verify or deny the authenticity of the trader, the best Ahto City Security could do was send a detachment of war droids with the trader as an escort, just in case.
Oberon wore heavy set robes, shielding his armor, which acted as a weapon in itself. After being waved through by Ahto City customs, a detachment of 8 Republic Era War Droids was sent with him. They were relics of a time long past. This was childs play. He and his retinue of construction droids which carried his merchandise, made way into the city's proper, following the War Droids for a time before turning off into an alley way. The War Droids immediately diverted course, unholstering their blasters, following Oberon into the choke point. They never stood a chance.
There was no sound of blaster fire- just the sound of lifeless droid chasis hitting the ground. With the detail gone, he knew he had to move fast. With his droids, he turned into the western section of the city, and ordered his droids to plant the crates in several locations, then to guard them. This gave him the time to make it back to his vessel in the hangar. The port officer looked at him skeptically, but Oberon had an alibi in mind.
"Confiscated my goods, apparently its not a good idea to be a salesman at a funeral."
The selkath nodded, and made a sound in the semblance of a chuckle, then waved him through. With that, Oberon boarded his unremarkable freighter, lifting off and leaving Ahto city air space. All the while, his 'shipment' of ordinance, now located in several crowded areas as well as two security check points, counted down. He broke free of Manaan's atmosphere. As he did, he sent an ambiguous ping, nigh undetectable to those who weren't listening for it.
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 4, 2016 11:46:23 GMT -8
*IF troops, as always were monitoring each & every inch of the island of Manaan. Every movement fell under the sight of conditioned eyes & silent alarms were set off at the drop of a hat. The droid incident was handled very much in the same as all other attacks on Manaan. Swift, precise & brutal*
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Post by Oberyon on Jan 4, 2016 19:49:31 GMT -8
Surprise...
It had been a few minutes since the alleyway murder was noticed; troops made their way to the crime scene. One team secured the area while the other began to search for the mysterious trader. Due to his ambiguous nature, coupled with the chaos of Ahto City, he turned very few heads. But he was certainly about to turn far more, as his plan came into fruition. The tactically positioned droids and crates had gone unnoticed in all but one location- one of the check points near Dun Na Manaan. The droid was halted, and security officers forced an inspection. One ripped open the crate to find mounts of what appeared to be inactive thermal detonators. They didn't have the chance to inspect it further, as the construction droids suddenly fell still; their audio outputs began to emit a message.
::To those who sympathize these dogs, may the gods watch over you.::
And with that, before the guards could squeeze off a shot, all of the droids hummed loudly, releasing a pulse that caused hair to stand. A loud beep was the only thing they heard after that- most in the blast radius died before they could hear the explosions.
Massive fiery orbs of orange and red blossomed across Ahto city, some in security check points, others in market squares and public houses. Shrapnel, screams and chaos filled the air, along with the stench of smoke and death. War had found the Warriors of the Iron Fist. It found them in their homes, and knocked with a loud beckoning.
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 5, 2016 5:37:13 GMT -8
*Interestingly the entire droid entry onto Manaan did not play out so smoothly as the author of this attack might like to believe. It would appear that droids in some bizarre way considered that they could call what the opposing cardon based life forms would do then acting on this misguided perception of reality. The droid attack had been nowhere near as successful as one might lead themselves to believe. Troops fell into action surrounding & cornering droids before things were out of hand. An IF officer screamed out an order*
-IF Officer-
'Clean up the mess!!'
*Troops had been monitoring the entire flamboyant élan & immediately began locating & working to diffuse the situation before things escalated & created an outrageous path of destruction. One good thing was that no IF lived in Ahto city proper. Past that, among a city of humanoids such as the natives of Manaan the droid army stood out like a sore thumb. IF troops surrounded them & and cut them down without mercy*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 5, 2016 14:38:00 GMT -8
*IF troops continued squashing the droid attack on Ahto City, however a considerable number of droids self-detonated setting off a string of explosions in the quarantined section of the city where the droid attack was centered. The IF response to the droid attack was speedy and efficient. The attackers consisted of but a single medium sized ship filled with droids. In a military pattern known as 'bottling' the droids were circled, quarantined and attacked with EMP grenades. A spectacular light show was created by self-detonating droids. Still, over 200 civilian casualties were recorded and property loss from explosions was considerable. Indeed this was quite significant in a city rarely so much as breathed upon under the IF presence on Manaan. Notwithstanding a hornets nest had been rattled and the response would be bloody. A general message was broadcast informing the civilian population of Manaan and a private message was relayed to IF high command*
-IF communications officer-
::The droid attack has been dealt with::
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Post by Saoirse on Jan 10, 2016 14:03:51 GMT -8
A tired Saoirse slipped into the bar. Part of her hoped for a quiet drink but another, larger part of her craved the ferocious atmosphere the tavern often created. She rubbed her sore, green eyes and took a seat.
"Your strongest, please."
Saoirse waved her hand to gain the bartender's attention, then pointed to a tall bottle of rich golden liquid hidden amongst the clear yet dusty bottles of alcohol . There was a brief nod from the bartender followed by the clatter of glasses, the seemingly dull and distant pouting of liquid and then the placing of the glass in front of her. He went to place the bottle back on the shelf when Saoirse leaned over and plucked it from his hand. She smiled half heartedly at his protests.
"I'm thinking of you"
The barman shook his head and left her with both the bottle and her thoughts.
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 10, 2016 20:45:08 GMT -8
*IF troops are all over the city like STDs on a cheap hooker.... From the mighty ATD's outrageously warped sense of reality comes a common part of Manaan life; a paranoid irrational lunatic in control of a whole army of irrational lunatics tripping around with guns. Lots of guns. And more guns. Then come the other accessories... billy bats, tazers and a whole load of other fun stuff. Right; point made. If you so much as move the wrong way your life is in danger. Well in all likely hood you probably already have a cap in your ass as these are some seriously trigger happy boys. Oh God love them. (OoC Example: they are following the poor blond girl there above like white on rice. Nothing threatening just illustrating a point. Blah, blah, blah, it's a rich tapestry)*
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