Non-Com Or'dinii
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Dec 29, 2017 16:54:49 GMT -8
==Cloud Watching SL== <<106PP; K18 Sector, Bespin>> The request was received but little was done to act on it. The Governor of the Arachnocampa had been informed just a few days ago that one of the royal house would be arriving in system for some reason. The simple enough solution to both issues was to just let the two of them bash heads over things while his crews continued their steady work through the station. In the mean time, it wasn't like they were causing any harm. Sure the locals were a little skittish, but nothing had been damaged. He had even managed to keep any fist fights from starting. It also wasn't his problem that they system had changed hands twice since he had paid off the leadership. In minor systems like this, that had become depressingly common. The formation of the Galactic Alliance in the far north of the galaxy seemed to be spreading a little stability to the worlds up there. But that was on the far side of the galaxy from this particular system.
NCO slowed his craft as he neared the gas giant, not quite piercing the orbit of it's moons, and opened a comms channel to the local forces on Cloud City below. The line went unanswered for a time... that was going to be a problem for someone. A response at last, NCO grilled the man in a bored mono-tone about the delays in the project. He made it clear that further excuses would not be tolerated, and that he would deal with the new governor of the City. The II forces began moving rapidly to asses the data being reported by the drones scanning the station. The hard part was making something useful of all the separate data points. Locking the data to a spatial grid helped immensely, and the project would be finished in a more timely manner, now that there was an impatient member of the royal family in system to speed things up.
Next NCO took a moment to remind himself to play nice for this call, and then answered the official hail he'd been ignoring for some time now and announced himself and his business, to respond to the previous official inquiry regarding the scans and the persons behind them. |
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Post by Krennel Gulch on Apr 30, 2018 10:58:53 GMT -8
Despite the stretched resources of Krennel Gulch, Bespin was important enough to keep a full garrison in place - a vital source of Tibanna Gas, ships arrived to reinforce the garrison and keep the flow of gas used to make blaster ammunition pouring into the galaxy.
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Post by Lone Wolf on May 4, 2018 22:34:08 GMT -8
Beat up clunker of a ship setting down in a lonely corner of a hanger bay he exited ready to do the town among the fat cats, gamblers and scum of the universe. And from what he could see an odd Imperial presence.... Stepping from the ship he walked confidently knowing exactly what he was doing, where he was going and who he was looking for
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Post by Lone Wolf on May 8, 2018 4:55:31 GMT -8
After hours loitering aimlessly, desperately attempting not to draw heat, which of course concentrated attempts to avoid drawing heat tended to draw heat. Concealing himself behind his abject stupidity he thought ~To avoid a scene make one!~With that he flipped a set thermal detonator into the punch bowl on a table. Humming softly made his way across the crowded room taking a seat. An exit was right at hand. As the short fuse came to an end a blast ripped through the crowded room. Bodies were hurled, screams rang out and alarms screeched. As bedlam broke out the man slipped quietly by, straight into a security detail. Thinking fast he slipped the group, more concerned with the wild scene inside the casino. He dropped another thermal detonator on the ground before entering the ship, lifting off and departing
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on May 8, 2018 20:16:34 GMT -8
The sudden fuss aboard the city was of little concern to NCO or the II forces there, it was centered in a sector that had already been scanned and compiled. Most of the teams had finished their work and already were packing up to leave. The disturbance did hasten their departure some what, but they were careful to take stock of the II property and not leave anything behind. NC was glad to see that things were finally wrapping up, since it'd been a bit of a bore, slogging through paper work while sitting on the vod and contractors hired to get the job done. The last of the leg work was done and now it was mostly report filing and model detailing. NC noted his initial contacts for the contract had gone strangely quiet... He set aside the data they were owed and sent a message as directly as he knew how, hoping to get a response prior to departing the system.
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jan 17, 2019 23:16:49 GMT -8
The movement through Bespin orbit was quite smooth. With codes relayed between the port and the a Corellian freighter the ship entered the main docking bay and was directed to land at Terminal 453B. Grace's tongue ran across her upper lip
Maureen sat with The Hound stroking his head
-Maureen-
<I have no idea what we're doing....>
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Rhiannon Danu
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Jan 18, 2019 2:12:47 GMT -8
Following the freighter a T-2c shuttle entered the space port. With all necessary security procedures completed the ship docked on Terminal 453A. And among the crew their was great rejoicing. But this was short lived. At a mere swing of her right hand the crew fell in order. The hatch flew open and Captain C. Captain
burst out gun drawn and ready for anything.
Lieutenant Dan Dee and Lieutenant Notyetnamed
followed then the remainder of the crew spread out following close protection protocol. Rhiannon exited lastly into a human shield that surrounding her. She understood the code that these men lived by, so rather than order them around, as she could at any time, Rhiannon attempted to look above the soldiers and see her people. She struggled with a sudden painful urge to collect the credits of every man under her command, add it to her own money then spontaneously gamble it all away. Rhiannon abruptly yelled
-Rhiannon-
"Stand down men!"
Her guard fell back to the ship in an orderly fashion and the woman walked alone towards the Utopic Vulture
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jan 18, 2019 3:32:07 GMT -8
Kieran and Laoch exited the Utopic Vulture with drawn guns held close to the cheek. All being calm, cool and collected they holstered their pieces. Kieran's right elbow hit Laoch in the ribs
-Laoch-
"What was that for?"
Nodding up towards Rhiannon walking towards them
-Kieran-
"The wicked witch hath followed."
Both cackled
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jan 18, 2019 3:39:37 GMT -8
Boland sauntered from the ship. He stopped beside Kieran and Laoch and Boland too drew a pistol just as Rhiannon met up with the pair. Maureen and the giant dog followed. The tiny girl looked around her with wide eyes
-Maureen-
"This... is... so... cool!!!"
Ripping behind her came Grace looking around at the crew her left hand smacked forehead then the searing voice ripped into one and all
-Grace-
"Could you people calm down!?! This is a casino not Tombstone Arizona!"
The words may have been presented as a question; any knowing the woman would understand. What had exited the mouth of Grace was an order
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jan 18, 2019 19:30:21 GMT -8
On Grace's words Kieran’s left cheek began to spasm but he holstered the gun
-Kieran-
“The witch has spoken….”
Laoch nodding in agreement also holstered his weapon
-Laoch-
“That’s cool but I’m capping the first SOB who plays around."
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jan 18, 2019 20:48:43 GMT -8
Boland now standing quiet beside his two comrades holstered his pistol. The very smell of the night life atmosphere on Bespin made him feel alive. Maureen's eyes continued to sweep the surroundings absorbing everything. At her side sat The Hound s passive yet still on the razor's edge. He knew this smell and it was a scent that the massive animal had little trust. And so he waited. Waited inviting anyone or anything to make a move. The first animal that stepped the wrong way and he was set to tear to shreds. Grace walked confidently forward toward the night life that lived night and day nonstop on Cloud City. Boland fell in step but two paces behind to her blind side. Right hand falling on The Hound for but a scarce moment Maureen fell in behind Grace. The Hound remained with her all but glued to the child
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Rhiannon Danu
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Jan 19, 2019 0:47:56 GMT -8
Rhiannon fell in line at the right of Grace and moved along wordlessly. But inwardly the Jedi's heart raced with anticipation as to what lie in store
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jan 19, 2019 0:53:01 GMT -8
Kieran and Laoch with a synchronicity fit for the finest of ballet dance fell in line at the back of the crew. Eyes on everything they walked
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jan 19, 2019 1:04:21 GMT -8
The Raven sat majestically on the shoulder of Grace. Eyes caught all and anything, naughty or nice, praying for the opportunity to prey on the latter. The entire scene bored The Raven. Gambling.... Yet another pointless earthly pastime of the weak and stupid. The Raven's eyes fell momentarily on Boland. Gaze turning away The Raven surmised that Boland would be right at home. Kieran and Laoch beating each other to death over some cheap stripper too passed by the mind of The Raven. If he could only burn them all.... not the one eyed woman. Nor the girl. The dog was buying it it first. Then he'd dispense of the Village Idiots. Boland? Oh Boland would die... slow and painfully. Yes.... But not yet. And The Raven waited
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jan 19, 2019 3:12:21 GMT -8
And on they walked toward the unknown. Well it was pretty well written in stone that they were heading for Yarith Bespin to have a roll in the casino. Kieran’s step was sure, as sure as he was that something here was going to get ugly. Laoch strode carefully eyes watching. Abruptly Laoch asked
-Laoch-
“Think that they might find us suspicious?”
Head turning towards the voice Kieran glared through Laoch
-Kieran-
“How exactly?”
Shoulders shrugging Laoch answered
-Laoch-
“I don’t know…. Maybe we look threatening.”
Eyes bulging like saucers
-Kieran-
“Did you get dropped on you head a lot as a child?”
Right hand sweeping out
-Kieran-
“Floating city of what…. Maybe 6 million people?”
Lips purse and brows dropping
-Kieran-
“Teeming with gangsters, junkies, hookers, gamblers and all that sort of rift raft.”
Eyes falling back on Laoch
-Kieran-
“And some broad with one eye and a crow on her shoulder, her ugly husband, obviously slow kid and her donkey sized mutt escorted by two gangsters are going to….”
Eyes turning back to the path in front of him
“Take over the place? Does that make any sense to you?”
Laoch did not respond to the question which answered itself and the two kept walking, once again silent
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jan 19, 2019 3:32:25 GMT -8
Grace came to a stop. They had reached the exit gate. Taking a deep breath Grace looked at the air taxis lined up in front of the busy terminal, her focus falling on two of the hundreds
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jan 20, 2019 9:19:43 GMT -8
Cloud City was a boom of activity. The massive architectural masterpiece hanging above the planet Besbin. The city supported a colossal population of approximately 6 million souls. The floating city housed the majority of Tibanna gas minning colony and also the infamous resort district on the upper tiers of the city. Here Grace and her gaggle of lunatics found themselves seeking fame and fortune. Notoriety was essential to peace among the criminal element, hence this less than savory aspect was appealing to Grace. But at the core she wanted to grease the wheels of her war machine. And that practical consideration was central to her wants on Cloud City
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jan 20, 2019 22:17:15 GMT -8
Several dignitaries appeared. Watching uneasily Kieran kept right hand in left side of his coat closed on pistol. Grace was cordially greeted as the leader of the party. It was no ticker tape parade but they were shown great respect. Words that Kieran could not make out were passed between Grace and the staff then all were neatly directed and transported to the Cloud City Casino. Kieran kept close surveillance every inch of the way. Laoch was equally diligent in his guard duty
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jan 25, 2019 21:17:51 GMT -8
And there they were in front of The Royal Casino. Grace stood but a second before walking forward confidently leading her crew into the fabled establishment
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Feb 16, 2019 16:02:16 GMT -8
They had been in and out of the club for days. Grace's mind moved along taking in everything. She heard talk among the employees and patrons of the establishment. The universe was in a state of change.... The woman's mind reflected on that fact and pondered their place in this atmosphere. Boland cruised the setting. The man drank, gambled and mingled casually. Maureen wandered with The Hound gazing in wonder at this mythical place. And The Raven, holding back the desire to destroy everything in sight, sat on the woman's shoulder
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