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Post by Saoirse on Jan 11, 2016 9:12:36 GMT -8
Only two drinks into the bottle, Saoirse became more and more aware of the camera’s that seemed to track her every move. Even the eyes of those she drank with seemed to steal the odd glance. She felt suddenly uneasy. Growing up in a small town far from the capital, she’d never encountered such suspicion and the watchful eye of those unseen stirred something unwelcome in her stomach. She shifted in her seat, trying to ease the discomfort generated by the blaster at her hip. No doubt the blatant adjusting of such a weapon would lead to unrest.
From the end of the bar, she sensed the barman watching her but she avoided his gaze by filling her glass for the final time. “One more for the road” she thought though it seemed more like Dutch courage. Within a second the contents of the glass had disappeared down her throat and fire rose in its wake. She said nothing as she stood and retrieved a credit chip from her back pocket despite the eyes followed her. The bartender covered the distance between them in three strides and he clamped his hand around the neck of the glass. A curt nod of his head was the only acknowledgement he gave to her payment and with that she was out the door and back onto the city street.
Hyper sensitive to her surroundings, Saoirse found herself tracking droids, camera positions and people that looked “suspicious” to her. The paranoid nature of the city was infectious and she was already showing symptoms. She took a moment to inhale deeply and adjust her weaponry, mindful of the ever present forces around her. From her rough knowledge of the city and her approximate location, she was able to find her way to the transport hub and secure passage, but not without difficulty, to The Mortus, the stronghold of the Iron Fists .
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 22, 2016 4:15:02 GMT -8
*IF troops patrol the Manaan streets. Ouch, forget civilian safety; nobody is safe with these loons walking the beat. Fill in all the blanks in that, led do thoill. Ok here's the best that I can muster atm: Arghhh! Kill the women and children first! Blood! Guts!!!! Everywhere!!!! "We tried that nice guy rubbish before; didn't work" It;s a rich tapestry; oh the humanity.!!! A song plays in the backdrop. How I love AC/DC.... And ouch, doesn't this little number have "Help! help! Please! I live in an IF ran city!" tattooed all over it?*
Freeze", said the man, cruisin' the beat
"You get your hands up, spread your feet"
"Don't you move an inch", I heard him say
"Or you'll be doin' time till the judgment day"
And he said:
"Don't tell me no lies, give me alibi's"
"'cause if you cross my path you've been doing life"
It's a dirty lie
It's a shakedown -- and it's a nervous shakedown
A nervous shakedown -- another nervous shakedown
"Take you dime" said the man, "you can make one call"
And get a one-way ticket to the County Hall
Well the judge looked high and I looked low
And when he smiled at me it was a one-man show
He said:
"Two to five the jury decides"
"Double parole if you survive"
It's a dirty lie
It's a shakedown -- and it's a nervous shakedown
A nervous shakedown -- another nervous shakedown
Law is gonna get you this time And throw away the key
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 23, 2016 3:10:47 GMT -8
Whhhoooooooo the IF are the Guns of Navarone tonight smacking down any who don't look right! All you Selkath out there picture An Tiarna standing over a map of Manaan with a fork and a knife drooling as he says "we're having fish tonight!!!!!"
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 23, 2016 3:26:59 GMT -8
Self hatred.... Depression.... All the savage killing.... Sometimes I just can't cope.... I always cry out "Seanathair!!!!" &... & I always, always hear back - right away "Mórrígan darling! Could you shut that hole in your face while the news is on... in fact shut up all night and whine in the morning to one of those head doctors you got" It fills me with such a joy I am hysterically crying.... Is this what they call TMI? For that matter is this SPAM?
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 25, 2016 20:18:31 GMT -8
*IF troops march the streets growling at everybody. Ouch!! Togorians, which are 10' tall cat people on an island full of fish. Let's leave that to the imagination*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 26, 2016 20:42:23 GMT -8
*And the streets of Manaan are safe again.... The fish folks are justifiably a bit nervous around the Togs but luckily their is tons of fancy feast around*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 26, 2016 20:52:14 GMT -8
*Five Tog's raise guns and pump off a shot or ten at the vultures*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 27, 2016 21:54:37 GMT -8
*The horde of Togs, near 10' tall and armed to the teeth, strange statement as their teeth are deadly weapons, still create some nervousness among the Fishy native populace. But the IF smell like roses with the economy soaring a crime rate next to zero*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 28, 2016 19:57:50 GMT -8
*Another renegade Tog runs down the main strip with a fish person dangling from their mouth. Two others plow down the street chasing massive hairballs*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 28, 2016 23:31:48 GMT -8
*Two Togs play cat and mouse I mean fish with a Sel... whatever the hell the name of the natives here is, slapping it back and forth. The Togs are getting restless and the natives are trembling*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 29, 2016 15:20:52 GMT -8
Togs, Togs. Togs... hungry Togs Whooo hooo. 10 foot tall Cats on a city Island full of fish.... Ummmm... fiish....
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 29, 2016 15:33:22 GMT -8
*A general order is received & Togorians suddenly begin taking up attack positions all over the island city. It is uncertain what is happening but evil is gathering head. The positioning quietly continue to position themselves strategically blocking escape routes out of the city. unease among civilians is mounting but the extent nor for that matter the reason of the IF troops move is still a mystery*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 29, 2016 15:57:19 GMT -8
*The city is falling into a state of martial law. Actions as such are common among the IF yet the reason this time cannot be so easily recognised*
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Post by Trynna Vox on Mar 8, 2016 18:59:17 GMT -8
So, this was Ahto City when the Iron Fists weren't in power....
The city looked pretty much deserted. The ones that had supported the IF had gone with their beloved leaders, leaving very few people behind. The ones that did? well, they met Trynna Vox as she was making HER way through the city, looting and taking everything valuable and small that wasn't nailed down. Sure, there were a few that put up some kind of feeble resistance. They thought, as many before them had, that the Nagai was weak, and pathetic. They found out soon enough that she was not, usually when their blood was spilling onto the ground, and they were dying.
There had been about a dozen or so that had put up that feeble resistance, and each one had fallen as quickly as they had tried to stand up to her. One of them had a weapon, a blaster, and she had taken a shine to it. The owner hadn't even had time to fire a shot before his neck was broken, and he was but a corpse lying on the floor. Another had tried to come at her with a very fine blade, a sword of craftsmanship she had not seen since Ice had shattered her ringblade in their duel on Honoghr.
She was in a little cafe, now, and after emptying the register of its contents....and killing the two people that were still here...she grabbed a piece of pie, poured herself a fountain drink, locked the doors, and sat down at a booth. She had picked this seat specifically because she had a great view of the small establishment, and a clear shot at the two doors that led into the place. Should anyone try to come in right now, they wouldn't be very happy with the amount of pain that would be coming their way.
Dumping the contents of her bag out on the table, she then took a bite of pie. She almost felt sorry for killing the people that were here now...the pie was fantastic! Looking at her haul so far, she nodded her head. What she had collected would keep her going, hopefully long enough until she had found the next job. Shoving another bite of pie into her mouth, she smiled at the shiny, glimmering pile of trinkets and baubles that would fetch a hefty price on the open market. She had even managed to get into one of the museums, and had stolen two of the 'IF Crown Jewels'....
Strange, they looked more like just a pair of rocks, rolled in glitter and glue. Oh well, they would probably be worth something to SOMEONE....she could probably unload them for five, maybe ten credits each.
Finishing up the piece of pie, Tryn got up, and was about to help herself to another, when she caught a whiff of something in the kitchen. Walking behind the counter, and into the small area, she saw a pot simmering on the stove...some kind of chowder. Grabbing a spoon, she tasted it. Her eyebrows raised, and she wasted no time in getting a bowl, and dishing some out. Aside from the pie, it had been days since she had anything but basic rations on board her ship. Real food was a commodity she couldn't pass up. It was almost as good as the pile of stuff she had gathered up over the past day or so.
Eating a few bites, she topped off the bowl, and headed back to her table. Between bites of the chowder, she picked up each item, looked at it, figured out roughly how much she wanted to get for it, and put it back in the bag. She finished the soup as she finished checking out what she had gathered, she sat back and lit a smoke. Exhaling, she took a gulp from her soft drink.
She would finish up here, drop the stuff off at her ship, then go back out later tonight. Hopefully, she would get another haul like this, and she could get herself clear of this extremely wet, and very hostile, bit of rock.
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Post by Zalus Bidan on Mar 9, 2016 1:26:39 GMT -8
"Gods, and I thought the music was bad... bloated ego and...catnip...rancid catnip...God this city is awful," Zalus adjusted his sunglasses to scan the area. His crew members TBA, MIA, and KIA formed up behind him. They were humans, that had somehow managed to survive under the command of Zalus for the past few years. KIA was heavy weapons, on his persons had a rotary repeater, two E-11 blaster rifles, an ACP shotgun, and a few knives as well as a gladius. TBA carried a flame thrower, an ACP Shotgun, one E-11, two side arm blaster pistols, and a close handed hatchet. MIA wore a stealth suit, and kept to the shadows, using a rifle, two silenced blaster pistols, smg's, knives, and one long curved phrik sword.
"All right here's the dealio, kill anything with the IF signature, or anything that shoots us, but if they look more humanoid than a cat, or a selkath, don't shoot them. Let's loot and shoot boys!" He pulled out a blaster pistol and his eleven inch knife, which could be mistaken for a shortblade. They headed out into the city, to see what they could pick up for their hutt allies. This was on his list of things to collect on, but he also had bigger plans, Kolga would be interested to hear about this, and possibly trade deals with Manaan. He was looting yes, but he was also on the job.
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Post by Zalus Bidan on Mar 9, 2016 7:39:15 GMT -8
"We're making a beeline for the IF palace, let's go," Zalus led his crew through the crossfire and panic induced streets. He fired at a selkath guard who spun and fell dead on impact. Waisting no time, he wanted an IF trinket of his own. Possibly a few of morrigans dresses for Hensley as well. This was a quick detour from the assignment Kolga had given him, but his main goal was in a different system, also IF related. He wondered if any of the over zealous togoran IF faithfuls stuck around. Zalus ducked and darted through alley ways and more remote streets where the heaviest of fighting was not taking place. He zig zagged, and took a 'must move down to move up,' mentality to navigating. Still, the IF palace was the eyesore it always was on Ahto. He could see it getting closer, until before he knew it, KIA stopped Zalus and unloaded his repeater on four guards at the gates. MIA cloaked and used his grappling hook to scale the gate, and impale two guards on the other side, and spray four more with heavy SMG fire. He opened the gate from the other side. KIA lead the way with TBA bringing up the rear.
Zalus crouched and kept a low profile, using his sunglasses to scan the area for traps and other guards. Defenses were sparse, and the loyalist IF soldiers at the gates were dead. He had a feeling he needed to hurry, before bigger enemies of the IF descended and caused hell for the loyalists, and looters. They made their way up to the front door of the palace. Zalus opened the door a crack, and dropped a thermal detonator. After the crack-boom, TBA kicked the door open and swept the main entrance from side to side with his flamer. He was followed by KIA also sweeping with his repeater.
Zalus grabbed TBA's ACP shotgun and headed up the steps to the palace suites to claim his loot. It was virtually abandoned, but he would see what was here. He smirked when he saw that all the major members of the IF had conveniently placed their names on their palace chamber doors. Morrigan was the first door he came across. He kicked the door open and fired a few rounds into the bedroom. Seeing nothing of a threat he went in, and scoped it out. He smirked and found a few dresses of note, and of course, a red lightsaber sitting on a stand. KIA threw an empty duffel onto the floor and Zalus placed the items in the bag. Zalus took the duffel and went to the next room of the great ATD himself, he kicked the door open, and fired shots into the bedroom. There was nothing there either, but what he did see made him smirk. A full set of IF battle dress, generally he would be opposed to stealing someone elses hard earned and fought for battle armor. But he shrugged and had MIA help him stuff it into the bag. He saw the sword but he decided to leave it where it sat. He had Morrigan's saber, or one of her spares, that was good enough for him. It would be useful in the long run, and he wanted to at least leave a few things for other looters. Next he headed to the IF Armory to get a few more weapons he figured would become collectable. Some pistols a couple rifles and a shotgun. He had no idea if these weapons were any good but he did not bother to care. IF things would be collectible.
TBA grumbled through his gas mask, "I want to burn things..."
"Patience buddy, once we get this haul back to the Yacht, we'll do more carnage, right now we have two remarkable items, and as for this sword, we'll leave it here for someone else. It doesn't pay to be greedy, well only in credits, not reputation. Besides this isn't the main mission, with the IF gone, we're going to make sure the Hutts have control, or at least significant control over bespin. No one gives a damn about Kolto, or Selkath Xenophobia. All the big cats will want to piss on the throne of the IF, let them do what they want here. The real prize is bespin, and a mad rush for the Tibanna gas trade. Besides, Hensley will want these dresses. We're packing up now though, we got what I came for, ATD's battle dress, and Morrigan's spare lightsaber," He slung the duffel over his back and headed out, and back down the steps. The three others followed. Zalus pushed up his glasses with a confident smirk, and walked out of the smoking entrance to the palace, and back out of the gates.
They headed down an alleyway and zigg-zagged all the way back to their yacht. It took just as long to get back as it did to get there, they had to be cautious as the fighting was still heavy. The trip was quick, the first duffel was aboard, but with the two priceless items in question, Zalus figured they had accomplished their goal, but his desire for loot made him itchy for some more carnage. Once the cargo was safely stored aboard his Yacht, he headed back out into the city for basic plundering with his crew.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2016 22:15:32 GMT -8
Whilst the esteemed Commodore had been dealing with the orbital defences, the good General Kickass had pushed on to the planets surface, bringing with him a couple thousand Clone Troopers and several hundred Clone Commando's, all of whom wasted no time in disembarking from their transports and assaulting the remnants of the former IF. The General was the last to disembark, clad in an almost entirely blue armour suit, that bore a silver star and pair of stripes around his chest area, his circular shield on his left arm, whilst his saber remained clipped to his side. It was then, that the message came through from orbit, causing the General to place his finger to his ear as the comm activated Copy that. See you when you get groundside...
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Post by Zalus Bidan on Mar 11, 2016 23:27:14 GMT -8
"All right boys, back to the palace, I decided I want that sword after all, let's head back the same way we took to get there," Zalus and his men weaved and darted through the same alleyways to make it back to the courtyard of the palace. It was still quite deserted for now. However he got a bit of a prickle to his senses. He had a feeling that things were getting a little too hot here. Cavalry arrived, and it was not his own. He had to make it a quick trip. TBA brought up the rear while MIA scouted farther ahead to map out a path. KIA stayed in the middle of the pack and right by Zalus. Despite their weapons, they were quite adept at remaining hidden and quiet. They clocked a few selkath and one IF soldier along the way, but their main hold, the palace, was most likely a fall back position. Zalus and his crew were lucky to have simply walked by the heavier defended streets and alleyways. They made it back to the courtyard, finding it as deserted as it was before. Zalus wasted no time and headed back inside and up the burning steps. The the fire on the inside from TBA's flamer was mostly put out, as it started the sprinkler system while they were away. Zalus headed up the steps and went right back into Ol' ATD's quarters. He found the sword and sheath, and buckled it around his waist. He nodded and smiled, turning back to his men, "Let's get going, and TBA torch this damn place on the way out."
"Of course," TBA nodded.
Zalus and his crew made their way out, and TBA blasted the palace with flames, liberally. They headed out of the courtyard, and back down the main road, and around the back of a building. They followed their path of travel back to their ship. Zalus now had quite the set of coveted pieces of armor, and weapons. Hensley would love the dresses, and it was a slight detour between their destinations. He made a mad dash for the ship, he could hear the fighting getting heavier, and the sounds of E blasters, which meant heavier troops, possibly clones or troopers, if they even existed anymore. He had to get to his Yacht and get off world, they mucked about long enough. They headed through alleyways and even through blasted through shops to get back to their ship and stay low. They had a few more streets to cross, and Zalus was sure he heard clones. Luckily for them, the IF had set up barricades along all major chokepoints and streets. It made navigating predictable and a breeze. That also meant that clones would be using these same alleyways.
MIA spoke up, ::Spaceport is right ahead.::
"Thank gods," Zalus said as they reached open ground and ran across a street, IF opened fire on them, Zalus hucked a detonator and continued running. His crew went on unscathed to the spaceport. Zalus stopped to catch his breath and wipe his brow when they reached the spaceport entrance. He chuckled and adjusted his glasses,"One more thing to put on my list of achievements...let's get going."
They headed back to their ship and the Minstrel Star Yacht took off a few minutes later.
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Post by Delvin Keets on Apr 6, 2017 15:55:16 GMT -8
Down into low orbit over the city. Vic's skill as a pilot was well earned. He halted the ship. Without saying a word The meditation sealing runes faded. The spell weakened and the door slid open sliently. A man emerged cloaked in the full regalia of the Warriors of the Iron Fist. The armor was badly damaged and scarred, but polished to a mirror shine. The robes concealing the armor were well worn. Around the hems and seams golden sith runes sparkled with an unnatural hue. Lord Avidus boarded his old Imperial shuttle. Vic, ever the faithful servant, had already initiated the self destruct sequence of the Carrock. No emotion betrayed the blind, sense deprived servant as he effortlessly piloted the shuttle to Avidus's usual landing pad heading for the Iron Fist fortress. He coughed again. 'Damn it, I might not make it. . .' Avidus thought to himself.
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Post by Raven on Apr 14, 2017 8:57:41 GMT -8
The Nina came into the planets atmosphere with little to no struggle; with the planetary defenses being all but non-existent, the only trouble was getting to Dun Na Manaan. While the Warriors of the Iron Fist were all but disbanded, the remaining force consolidated its power within its fortress- precisely where they needed to go. But Raven wasn't about to go knocking on the front door. Instead, he skirted wide of the fortress, making his way towards Ahto City's space port, or what passed for a space port these days.
He deactivated the vessels stealth protocal, hoping that the city's government was incompetent to the point of not asking too many questions; best case scenario, they enter unsuspected and undetected, worst case, they might have to grease a few palms. As he approached the public port, he rigged up one of the ship's many false, though thorough credentials. This set designated the ship's title as "Harkener", a transport for a group of freelance agriculture merchants. He hailed the port, claiming to be landing to bring some much needed trade diversity to the Selkath and Togorians.
=Selkath Customs and Immigration=
Permission to land granted, as long as you pay your docking fees and submit to inspection
Well, the easy part is officially over....
Raven guided them to the western most Hangar, slowing the ship into a drift. He looked over at Samson, giving him a nod.
"If anyone asks, you are just security, alright big guy? No offense, but armor toting mandos tend to intimidate. I am banking on this..."
Flicking on the intercom, Raven made an announcement to the rest of the team
"We have been confirmed to land as the Harkener- the agriculture trading vessel. If the togorians give you any difficulty, just offer them catnip..."
He killed the comms and muttered to himself.
"God knows we have boat loads of the stuff..."
While Kaern was their 'fearless leader', Raven considered himself to be the brains of the crew. He would often pick up salvage and unclaimed cargo at ports to further legitimize their misdeeds as 'travelling traders', the cargo bay was filled to the brim with random boxes of stuff. When it came to landing in an unfriendly port, all they had to do was bribe the official and lead them to the specific crate that contained what ever merchandise they claimed to be peddling. In this case it was the crate filled with space radishes, cukes and booze. Things often sought out in this god forsaken hellscape. Being the diligent researcher, he also knew that many togorians were under the employ of the Iron Fist, and they had a weakness for a particular weed that was produced on Byss. He made sure to get some of that good stuff too.
As they touched down, Raven altered the cargo tags and pulled up one of their many shell accounts before unbuckling and looking at Samson.
"Stay here, we dont want to give those cats PTSD do we..."
Laughing at his own inside joke, Raven made his way to the main off ramp to greet the customs officer. He was an unremarkable Selkath that seemed to hate his job as much as anyone would. Raven gave the man a nod and procured his data pad for the officer to scan, leading him away from the ramp. There were no patrols in sight, so he knew that Kaern could slip off of the ship in peace. Raven pressed a button on his data pad that appeared to change the invoice sheets; to the dock officer, it was nothing of note, just another form; to security however, all of the cameras in the hangar and hall just went haywire- the perfect time for an unwelcome guest to slip in unnoticed.
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