An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 29, 2016 21:28:20 GMT -8
*The IF clunker sits around Cloud city, Captain picking his nose. How much easier can this get he thinks? Canon nothing, one errant shot & there goes that pretty glass city... but worse would be that gas installation. Of coarse given that the planet is a gas giant, firing all kinds of funky lasers & torpedoes around would be something Goofy wouldn't even be stupid enough to do. I mean really, who does that? Anyway the IF is here to stay*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 29, 2016 22:20:51 GMT -8
-Me-
::Captain.... WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!::
*Clatter like a set of pots and pans going down a flight of stairs*
-Captain Luckytobealive-
::Yes your Royal Majesticness Highnessest of All Highs.... Kindda like me and the crew are at the moment. What can we do to you? I mean with you.... Uummm.... No... ahh....::
-Me-
::You idiot, s'all good?::
-Captain Luckytobealive-
::How do you think it is man?? I mean... you understand. Ain't nobody dumb enough to screw with this place your Worshipnestness::
::Me::
Very good::
*The Comm. cut*
OoC
We are locked in a closed RP: The IF Strikes Back
Pretty lame title but we're not overly bright.... The wonderful people here are allowing me to do this..... Nothing effecting the wicked show that they have going on; this more of a big history empire building boring business; what the RPers do on Bespin is one kickass blood and guts tale that makes big history a whole lot more digestible.... Go raibh maith mile agaibh a chairde
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 30, 2016 13:29:41 GMT -8
 A ghastly apparition appears in Bespin orbit
::Booooooooo!!!! Thought that you were rid of my sorry behind?? Not even close. Welcome to my..... No. I'm your nightmare. & I ain't just singin bout my atrocious looks. You like gas to load your pretty little guns????? Get those ships down to the ole hardly convenient not so local store six planets down the line to get an overpriced pack of shags & catch a peak at some cheap porn without paying for it? Well guess what worm? The IF is lining their pockets with that one, milking the universe by dangling Bespin in your faces. Why? Because we can that's why. You know what the beauty of Bespin is???? You never even need a lock on the front door; those warriors playing roles here will hand you your assendhole on a platter & send you packing..... Gotta love em. The IF Strikes Back..... Again. You know this is getting boring in a certain sense. LOL I made a funny; nothing boring about financially blackmailing the Uni... well not for you peasants; I myself find it a pleasant pastime. & go ahead and ignore it but it should make you have to think. Ah shite! Not that Emperor shite again'::
*Two rapid shots from his gun snuff the weird little things messing with his font*
oh ya.... OoC The sorry excuse for a ship parked in space sits with holo-vid of the Captain flashing his private parts in your general direction. Blah blah blah blah. It's a rich tapestry & all that. The half of the crew are barely awake & the rest are drunk, as they really don't give a damn so long as somebody can get on the horn & call the Old Man, being me... ATD who will come down & put his boot unside your behind. |
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 30, 2016 19:04:43 GMT -8
OoC *Brows dropping*
"Does that say The IF Sell Crack?!!!?!!!???" |
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 30, 2016 19:09:36 GMT -8
OoC *Facepalm*
The IF Strikes Back sweetheart.... But crack ain't a bad idea. Maybe we do that as part of the deal. While people are losing their shite over no gas & in agonizing pain w/out Kolto we turn the lot into junkies..... Of course then I'll have people on me about drug trafficking
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 30, 2016 19:18:46 GMT -8
OoC *With a wicked grin*
"Something truly diabolical about taking over the Uni while people play war....." |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2016 11:19:13 GMT -8
A small group of ships lift off from the planets surface, and, after a brief orientation once out of orbit, jumped to hyperspace.
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 31, 2016 11:32:17 GMT -8
*The captain watches the ship lift off with a yawn. Time to do something soon*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 31, 2016 12:01:27 GMT -8
*The IF ship positions itself smack in front of Cloud City in a way that would make a errant shot do 1 of 2 things; miss and tag the floating fish bowl or hit the ship, which would then get smash Cloud City. Pretty basic catch 22 situation. Stage one of The IF Smokes Crack, I mean The IF Strikes Back*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 1, 2016 5:25:20 GMT -8
*The IF ship maintains a position circling Cloud City. The Captain opening a Comm. shoots off a greeting*
::Good morning JvS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am the Captain & we are rocking today! Wlcome to: The IF Strikes Back Ain't that got a ring to it?????????????? Brought to you by the letter A, as in abject stupidity & the # 3 like in strike 3, you're out::
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 2, 2016 19:57:45 GMT -8
*An Acclamator III-class entered Bespin orbit. The ships relayed codes to the IF vessel now stationed in orbit. No fanfare of any kind was made and 4 Sentinel class exited and immediately headed towards the surface*
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Post by Anishinaabe First Nation on Feb 2, 2016 21:03:50 GMT -8
*Sentinel class transports began bringing troops from the surface onto the waiting Acclamator III-class*
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Post by Anishinaabe First Nation on Feb 2, 2016 21:40:41 GMT -8
*The stream of ships onto then off the Acclamator continued at a steady pace in an orderly fashion*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 2, 2016 22:44:05 GMT -8
*With all loaded the Acclamator lifts up and makes the jump into hyperspace* |
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 6, 2016 5:23:15 GMT -8
*The IF ship sits in Bespin Orbit, now directly in front of Cloud City. A Comm. relay is recieved directly from An Tiarna himself*
-An Tiarna-
::Captain Luckytobealive, the standing order is to shoot anything that you have reason to believe is carrying so much as a bucket of gas leaving Bespin orbit.... Trafic can come or go freely, but.... but I want you to step on any attempt to remove gas::
*The Comm. abruptly cuts off. Without a word all preparations to observe the order are taken. The ship sits waiting. More like lurking. The Captain comments to a young officer*
-Captain Luckytobealive-
'You'll get used to this eventually, or die in one of these tragic comedy of a missions the Old Man sends us on'
*Picking up his drink the Captain takes a healthy gulp, summarily spitting it all over the highly fragile, ridiculously overpriced software in front of him. Looking at the glass then the dash*
-Captain Luckytobealive-
'Do none of you people know how to make a screwdriver?!?'
*Scratching his head*
'And get a technician. We may need call those Microsoft people... again'
*Two technicians, scowls on faces, rapidly clean up the mess, which luckily did not hit anything internal. A fresh drink is nervously placed in the hands of Captain Luckytobealive*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 10, 2016 2:16:54 GMT -8
*After the bloody thing rings off the hook a janitor opens a Comm. link*
-Janitor-
::Hello building maintenance... hello? Hello!! Oh I get it, if it was some Comm. Officer, or the Captain or such and such you'd say something but nothing for the man who cleans up your waste. Eh???? Well listen I have something to tel.....::
*A calm voice cuts off the ramble*
-Mórrígan-
::Do you realize who you are speaking to?::
-Janitor-
::Ya, some operator with an attitude. Why?::
*In a sing-song voice*
::No, this Mórrígan Dubh::
*Click of feet snapping together as the man goes to attention (as in the military not pitching a tent) and heavy breathing, (again, get your mind out of the gutter; no not that kind, more like hyperventilating)*
-Janitor-
::Your Majesty. I please to aim!::
*Deep sigh*
::You're alive so the ship is obviously still active. Let me guess. Off doing some Captain's log thing?::
-Janitor-
::He is pretty regular::
*A roar cuts off the rattling*
::Enough!!!!!!!! To start if I get some call from a union rep your head will be off in a heartbeat and... and if I an feeling charitable we might tack it on a post to decorate the Manaan beach. Now let's get this clear. I have this open on alllll channels. Following me there Mr Clean??::
*A match hitting a striker can be heard and a deep inhale::
::OK. Some lunatic parks a loaded 600 meter Enforcer-class picket cruiser circling Cloud City with relayed orders to detonate that puppy if a bucket of gas leaves that planet... and nobody even knows???::
*The sound of weeping on the other end makes the janitor instinctively respond*
::Ummm.... Don't cry dear. We'll find you a nice planet that you can pillage and bomb into oblivion and savagely enslave the natives... ruin the environment. It's ok. Just think of how much hate is still left to throw around....::
*Laughter rings across the Comm. so evil that the hairs on the janitor's necl stand up as ampther part shrivels*
::Perfect! We did it.... With a picket cruiser!!! Point made::
*The Janitor laughing himself now responds completely oblivious to the point*
::I guess we showed them - eh?? Ummm.... ah. Your Finnnestness::
*The link is abruptly cut. Shrugging the Janitor goes back to clean up other people's grime*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Feb 10, 2016 19:04:18 GMT -8
*Aboard the IF ship a Comm. Officer took an incoming answered a call on an open line.. Nothing was coded*
::Bespin command the is Mórrígan Dubh. I want you ready to pull the plug on my call. Have a warning to relayed to the city. Over::
*The link was cut abruptly. The officer turned to the Captain*
-Comm. Officer-
"Sir we have an order directly form Mórrígan Dubh to prepare to explode this box of mental."
*The Captain nodded and screamed out*
-Captain-
"Be ready to push the self destruct on my call. Send a warning to the city."
*The order was taken with an eerie silence. The crew braced it self for the end*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 14, 2016 0:41:13 GMT -8
*The IF time bomb continues to float around Cloud City. Strangely for all that gas being used ain't nothing leaving here..... Sent on another pointless mission by that lunatic thinks the captain* |
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 14, 2016 7:44:14 GMT -8
*Still on watch the IF ship sits in the dead orbit of Bespin waiting for.... Well it sits guns up and scanning orbit diligently. Nothing is happening*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Feb 14, 2016 20:56:34 GMT -8
*The IF ship is starting to grow cobwebs. The Captain is concerned about keeling over and dying of old age whilst sitting in this animated state of reality. But orders are orders. The Captain mutters*
-Captain Luckytobealive-
"Kids... listen to me.... I had a life once too. Don't let this become you... somebody kill me."
*As if tossing a grenade into a crowd his words send the crew into a sudden burst of action, The click of safety being flipped off almost every handgun present comes off as if a musical instrument. One petty officer busts the glass on an emergency cabinet pulling out an ax then turning with it raised rushes towards the Captain.Thinking fast with both hands up the Captain sets the record straight*
-Captain Luckytobealive-
"Belay that order! belay that order!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
*Officers set to comply in a heartbeat re-holster guns. The janitor mop raised to beat the Captain about the head and face also lowers his weapon and goes about cleaning up the glass. Lowering the ax the petty officer smiles politely*
-Petty Officer-
"Emergency drill clear sir!!! Equipment is in order!"
*With that the man salutes the captain and peels himself with said ax as, in all probability saving himself from a bullet in the head. Said officer, now a bloody heap on the floor is scrapped up by medical staff. The ax is placed back where it belongs as repairmen take to fixing the cabinet*
-Repair Crew Forman-
"Told you working for these people for an hourly wage is great - didn't I??"
*The janitor sweeping up the glass mumbles to himself*
--Janitor-
<<I am so calling the union; that was cruel and unusual. 'Kill me; don't kill me" WTF? Sounds like some confused religious virgin 'do it, don't... no... yes... wait!" If they told me cleaning up this much blood was part of the job before taking it I'd be working at a bar right now..... Warriors of the Iron Fists my ass. Worthless Ignorant & Filthy is more like it>>
*And on & on went the whirlwind of excitement in orbit keeping watch over the planet that supplied the fuel running the universe*
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A ghastly apparition appears in Bespin orbit 
