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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 27, 2021 19:33:37 GMT -8
*Walking out into public the woman looked at Torna* "A chara you could tell truth all day and change little. I don't mean to sound so cruel...." *Nodding to the two who led the creme de la creme of Oglaigh na Irandoideanne * "I know where O'Dubhui and *Slaughter want this to go.... What they want to do." *Speaking straight to the pair* "There is nothing left...." *She was truly devastated. Looking back at the ancient Sean chi.... Both men* "You could talk all day - none would hear a word." *Smiling* "And that is sad." * Then she yelled out* "There is no Togoria left!" * That to those she quite literally grew up with made her stomach turn. Starting forward she hurled. The convulsions as she emptied as much stomach as she could, then falling to knees fists white, so fiercely she held to hair. A shot rang out. Then another. Fline howls full of agony and grief. All was gone. walking behind O'Rathallie the woman pulled gun but didn't put a cap on the Old man* "Your intentions were right Sean athair"
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Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 27, 2021 20:36:21 GMT -8
Codladh*O'Dubhui listened to the harrowing breakdown. Personally he just wanted to hit Manaan. His boys and himself? He difficult to pin down. Well that seemed gone. The mourning feline humanoids was sad. Painful.... Your whole planet? The shots actually had him shocked and that wasn't easy. He ran to the first, one Tom he called the Tog. Stopping bleeding to the head from a gunshot? 303 bullet. He'd seen injury like this before. Another Tog, this one sobbing and fighting tears, was with him too. He brought first aid kit and towels. No need try for - the man was dead. Then four more reports rang out -Colonel O'Dubhui-"Stop! Now!" The Tog beside him ventured -Tog medic- "Is it true?" O'Dubhui nodded. She wouldn't lie. Not about that.... She spent a large part of time growing up on Togoria. Truth half them called her 'sister'. The ones who didn't treated the girl like a Tog. He was Slaughter. He was giving cpr to a man. No use; just comforting the Toys around him. Himself too O'Dubhui thought. He saw Slaughter sit up. Blood all over his face -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Just call it." Looking up at the man beside him O'Dubhui for one of those few times in his life regretted his words. She was right.... This was dead. Wondered aboout.... Giant hand snatching his wrist literally tossed him arounf. Think of your house cat shaking a Barbie doll around and you shut have it straight. He though of stabbing the arm. Would have. But the other Togs helped him hold the dying man down. Apparently the man was not completely gone. Settled then. 'Settled' O'Dubhui thought. Could I come up with a better word!?! Past? Transpired? Done like dinner? One of your men dead hurt. A dead man from the other side, whoever the help the other side was, was hard. But a man you knew? One who relied on you?
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 27, 2021 22:25:59 GMT -8
Kieran and Laoch were spectators for both Morrigan's meltdown, ghoulish announcement and the subsequent weep fest. When The first shot rang out both men drew pistols. Both hit the dirt. Kieran looked everywhere. Then right there, not five meters away, he saw a Tog lying. Brains, cerebral fluid and blood oozed out.Kieran dropped to right knee. Assessing very fast what he saw and firing as he did..One fur bitten freak had greased the other and was coming to take out Captain America or whatever they call that goofy officer. Kieran fired. POP!!! The pistol jerked back. Kieran absorbed the power when he saw another MF cat thingie was turning to fire. And Kieran dropped that piece of work too. POP!!! Spinning Kieran did a shoulder roll. Coming up on left knee, swinging left and cracking Captain America straight on the beak, probably just saving his fool ass from the mutiny now transpiring. MFing Morrigan had to shoot that can of her's off just when all was calm. Those ugly old mouthy MFs were putting us to sleep with that daring do Sith happy time ride down memory lane and out she comes and shoots her gate off with that damn Hell, fire and brimstone bs and tells those cat freaks that their whole family was picked by the Humane Society and then their house burned to the ground, along with Ma Kettle who owned the joint. Under the cover of a dead oversized cat and the now unconscious Captain America Kieran, down on right knee and gun raised waited Laoch was thinking deeply. -just who came up the name Tog? Tog.... No God was that stupid..... Maybe a Hutt deity...... Pizza the Hutt.... Sounded like something the venders sold on the streets of Coruscant. 'Gimme some of that Tog and a slice of Pizza the Hutt- Then the shots rang out and the Tog in front of him collapsed. Dropping to instinctively to right knee, Laoch fired. POP!!! Then he fired in response to Kieran's shot. POP!!! Then Laoch fired again. Twice. POP!!! POP!!! Three Togs hit the ground, done like dinner. Laoch swung the gun, left to right; left to right
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 28, 2021 10:41:02 GMT -8
*The sequence of events after the initial suicide shots was fast as lightning. A blur really. Sgt Slaughter dropped to right knee, frantically assessing the scen. One Tog down.... Then the Tog coming to assist Colonel O'Dubhui administer first aid dropped. Then another. O'Dubhui watched in horror as the Tog assisting him dropped. Reaching for pistol he felt a blunt object land on his nose and The lights went out. Cold as a cucumber. Slaughter positioned himself in front of Morrigan and the storytellers. leaned right as another shot rang out and another Tog went down in a heap. Two Togs dropped in rapid succession after that and the ring of pistol sounded. The scene had spun out of control was getting worse. Fight, flight or? Standing Slaughter screamed. -Sgt Slaughter- "Cease fire!!! Cease fire you idiots!!!" The lone piper could be heard over the gunfire and the from pounded
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 28, 2021 13:36:52 GMT -8
*Slaughter's call made Kieran draw back his revolver, holding it by right ear. Slowly he stood. Laoch meanwhile remained on knee, gun held out a!nd hand on the trigger. Mr Ceasefire was next. Kieran spoke loudly, -Kieran- "Laoch. Hold up!!" Laoch lstened. Somewhat; he stood slowly but held gun out, aim on Slaughter*
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 28, 2021 15:44:33 GMT -8
*With the guns silent Sgt Slaughter moved. He moved like a bullet and ignoring all else went straight to the colonel. Ignoring Kieran he helped the colonel to feet. O'Dubhui came to just as he he was being lifted. His first sight as eyes came into focus was Slaughter. Then Kieran. O'Dubhui launched at Kieran but Slaughter held him. Flipping Slaughter over shoulder then down flat, the aging officer fought to pull revolver. Slaughter screamed but kept his weapon down* -Slaughter- "Friendly fire! Friendly fire! Friendly fire!" *O'Dubhui held firm. He understood Slaughter's words. If true he lived; if not it was all over. He made his choice. Zero resistance .... Yet. What had just occurred? He was still alive, so they did not want to kill.... What then? Roll kick Kieran and....* "FRIENDLY FIRE!!!" *Slaughter bellowed . O'Dubhui did not resist and pulled Slaughter to feet* -Slaughter- "It was friendly fire sir!" *O'Dubhui made a choice right there. That moment. Believe* -O'Dubhui- "What happened???" *Slaughter was a decent man; this still could have went very wrong. Well worse. It already want very wrong. So he told a half truth* -Slaughter- "We all started firing. I don't know where it started." He did but what was the point? O'Dubhui spoke in a raspy voice* -O'Dubhui- "How many?" * Slaughter blurted out - cautiously* -Slaughter- "Seven sir.... Two suicide... Five friendly fire." *The number staggered O'Dubhui. Seven? He had ten, not including Slaughter. Collect yourself; you'll read this in report later. Standing tall O'Dubhui began talking* -Body bag the dead. Comm. Plunkett. Hey this togeather. He looked at Kieran. You pistol shipped me you little prick he thought but said* -O'Dubhui- "Let's pull this togearher. Boys get to it!" * Slaughter and the 3 remaining Commandos went into their task. Posthumous multi denominational last rites, stripping down of weapons, gear, boots and clothes then bagging the body*
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 28, 2021 17:41:49 GMT -8
The woman had watched the entire scene abrupt. It was a whirlwind. Pistol in right hand she grabbed hair and threw O'Rathallie down on his face. Then right foot out catching O'Maolchonaire broke his nose, dropping the man. One knee landed in the back of O'Rathallie. She watched. Her uncle's were gun happy lunatics. All the shouting in the world, no matter what world it was, would slow this. Not from where she was. As all finally played down. She took a quick glance at O'Maolchonaire. He was down for a wahile. She spoke to O'Rathallie -Morrigan- "Stay down!" Standing she walked into the showdown. It was over. Should she throw her weight around ? Why? Not now anyway. The bodies were placed in a cart.... She watched as both piper and drummer appeared as if on que. Talking the front but letting Colonel O'Dubhui take the lead she followed. It was a somber procession, O'Dubhuhi and Slaughter up front and Kieran on her right, Laouch taking up the left. Through the city they matched quietly, save screeching Uillean pipe up front and bodhran taking up the rest and even they were subdued. They came up on the edge of town. Plunkett had been preparing. And more bodies!?! A mass grave. This habit always troubled her. Tore really. So much less than a warrior deserved..... At the very least you would lay side by each with your brothers. A tear actually ran down her face and she felt ashamed. She did not know these men. She had no right. The Old man would have said "You've not crying for them but only yoursrelf Morrigan. Pull up." Bitter Old man.... But in some way it pasified her....
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 29, 2021 0:48:31 GMT -8
Sitting up the woman trembled. Reaching out to her side table, she pawed naround carefully. Sitting back with cigarette in mouth she struck a match off the wall and held it to the cigarette. And she sat back and thought
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 29, 2021 1:12:53 GMT -8
Down the strip the pair moved. One thing mattered at the moment and everything was swept aside like yesterday's trash. The lack thereof created an individual more volatile than the death star. Caffine. That in mind the pair slipped into the aptly named Exar Kun's Dark Brew. What good could possibly be hatched by a pair so evil in a place with such an evil name
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 29, 2021 1:32:29 GMT -8
Colonel O'Dubhui and Sgt Slaughter didn't so much mind how needy the Togs got anymore. Right off the hop, the shocking news about their planet was nothing short of devastating. On top of that, the decimation of seven members of their squad effected the survivors tremendously. The officers strolled into Exar Kim's Dark Brew. Small moves.... Spying Kieran and Laoch the two had guns in their hands. On the table. O'Dubhui considered just shooting them. But that was a passing thought. Sitting on the other side of the table the two day in could have been considered provocative by some. O'Dubhui had a bandage on his swollen nose. These two he desperately wished to speak to.... Family They would be interested.
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 29, 2021 2:59:23 GMT -8
Kieran smiled at Colonel O'Dubhui. Taking a long sip of coffee he looked the man up and down. -Kieran- 'What we need to do here is to get familiar with what each of us does.... And what each of us can do for the other.'
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 29, 2021 15:41:54 GMT -8
*They had sat near the entire day, taking about absolutely nothing. The price of rydonium. Juvexian vs Twi'lek cultural norms. The horror of trying to visualize Palpatine producing children. How exactly moisture is produced in the heart of a desert planet. Coke vs Pepsi.... Everything but what mattered. O'Dubhui finally asked -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Think maybe we should cut the BS?"
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 29, 2021 16:01:18 GMT -8
*Laoch completely oblivious to the Colonel blurted out -Laoch- 'You know what I was thinking about?' Caring little for a response to the leading question -Laoch- 'Princess Leia in a bathing suit.' Smiling with right index waving to accent -Laoch- 'Now there's a topic of interest.' Kieran's spasm in the left cheek became increasingly pronounced as his brother spoke finally tore a strip out his brother. Verbally-Kieran- 'Laoch! Could you shut that hole in your face if you ain't got something productive to say?' Turning to Kieran with disbelief in his eyes -Laoch- 'Could you chill out? Not like I see you offering anything productive.'
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 29, 2021 16:59:52 GMT -8
*Slaughter Sitting and watching was in about the same headspace as Kieran; just shooting Laoch had crossed his me - self times. But that was not where he wanted to bring this situation. And to be honest he didnt think that would be an overly profitable move. What he did say was this: -Sgt Slaughter- "I think everybody here should brainstorm." Looking Laoch in the eye* - Sgt Slaughter- "And I'm not talking about a serious discussion about the negative effects on Kashyyyk created by the lack of the development of a strong socialist movement to advance the needs of the working class Wookie." *O'Dubhui, although himself always having a decidedly strong opinion on the socio economic state of the proletariat on Kashyyyk, knew that they were not the in the proper state of development for a true socialist movement. No. Unconsciously nodding as he thought. Now Coruscant.... There was a place file for the workers to unite..... But that did not concern them here. Not right now anyway. shaking head he spoke* -O'Dubhui- "What we need to do is clearly set down A out intended goals, B available resources and C develop a constructive direction." *He looked to Kieran*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 29, 2021 18:15:11 GMT -8
Even Laoch eewas now pending an ear to what was being said. He listend as opposed to talk endlessly. And as O'Dubhui spoke Kieran became more emboldened in the his own ideas of how to advance. Laoch dropped his largest question, one he to which had already begun to think about the answer -Kieran- 'How exactly do we approach the issue of size? " It went without saying that they were working from an extremely diminished capacity. Of course here Laoch leapt in -Laoch- "Ya. Maybe you wanna explain there Colonel Sanders, it you ain't too busy perfecting your magic recipe for Southern fried Yalamiri, how exactly we do anything in this diminutive state?" Kieran however smiled at O'Dubhui and prayed that his belief on the man's tactical skills note true - Kieran- 'Forgive my brothers lack of common sense or manners but he got the point in there."
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 29, 2021 19:18:45 GMT -8
*O'Dubhui, the primary, it not only, target of Kieran's interest, perked up at the very mention of size. He had been analyzing the entire situation from a military perspective. The man considered how to fry eggs from a military perspective. Slowly stirring coffee number 36 of the day, he thought of his response. A snoopy little Juvexian, one of the establishments employees had been listening a little too closely. His first thought was to simply have Slaughter dispose of him in the wash room. But O'Dubhui was in a charitable mood on that day. Completely oblivious to this the man had no idea just how close to taking his last breath he had gotten. Nodding to the young man he spoke* -O'Dubhui- "Please excuse me young man, please keep up the stellar service but do but keep a respectable distance from our private discussion - please" *The young man valued his life and perhaps not fully aware of just how far these people would go to protect their privacy decided that spying on the foreigners just so he could gossip later was really not in his best interests and maintained a healthy distance from them from then on. O'Dubhui stated matter of factly* -O'Dubhui- "We're at the point where I show mine, you show yours - no?"
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 29, 2021 20:36:37 GMT -8
Morrigan strolled into the cafe. She walked over to the table were the crew was conspiring, taking the seat at the back of the table, back against the wall with a nice view of everything around her. Just like Grampa taught her from an early age. She sat with a cherry soda and listened The eardrum splitting sound of pipe howling and beating bodhran still could be heard
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Post by Torna Ó Maolchonaire on Apr 29, 2021 21:14:22 GMT -8
O'Maolchonaire walked the town, his fellow Sean chi, Aogan O'Rathallie, walked with him. Their private entourage of tattoo riddled Druidesses, scribes, several droids folowed. O'Rathallie finally broke the silence, right thumb gesturing over his shoulder -O'Rathallie- "What's with the tin cans?" He asked , referring to the droids. O'Maolchonaire in the cultural tradition of answering to a question with question said -O'Maolchonaire- "And why do you ask a chara?" Spitting to the ground, not so as to insult but rather clear his throat, stated -O'Rathallie- "Well given your professed hatred of the bloody things it begged to be asked." Flicking left off forehead in mock salute -O'Maolchonaire- "Fair call that. Now, I spoke to one of the microwaves there a few weeks back." Stopping to light pipe "And imagine, I felt uneducated after about thirty seconds of it shelling out statistics." *Taking a long haul from pipe* "But I got over the inferiority complex created by that right quick." Right nice story even if it really answered anything. But O'Rathallie didn't seem to mind. And on they went walking through the city
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Apr 29, 2021 23:01:08 GMT -8
Laoch sat listening closely. The smallest thing could. Stop. What did that dude just say? Burying little right finger into right ear the mind wandered. Plans.... The future.... Where to go, who to kiss and who to kill? The questions were endless.... Slaughter. The verb To Slaughter. Slaughtered. Slaughtering. Kieran conversely preferred absolute concentration on the subject at hand. To O'Dubhui his response was almost immediate -Kieran- 'We're down.'
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Apr 30, 2021 0:37:32 GMT -8
Aboard the Utopic Vulture an alarm clock rang. Not once. Not twice. But thrice. Oh my, what will this morn bring
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