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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on May 11, 2021 8:38:32 GMT -8
Plunkett listened closely to the instructions. This type of language the lieutenant could deal with. With but the wave of Right hand the officer had two Tog Commando in front of him. They brought with them a Juvexian recruit. After Plunkett had finished the three sprung into action. Plunkett then Commed Colonel O'Dubhui. After detailing the orders in full, the lieutenant spoke briefly with the CO -Lt Plunkett- 'Yes sir. You understand what this means?' He listened then cut the Comm. Then going to the Fart in a Windstorm he entered and spoke with the crew. After Plunkett left the two spoke -Pilot- 'Tell me I was wrong now fly boy.' His partner belched and fired back -Co-pilot- 'I never said you were; I said that you were drunk.' The pilot snickered adding -Pilot- 'And these people are certifiable.' Both men laughed then swung back into their musing
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on May 11, 2021 9:29:58 GMT -8
*He had just finished eating when his Comm. went off. The colonel answered -O'Dubhui- 'O'Dubhui.' *The officer stopped short and listed. At one point he cut in -O'Dubhui- " I know full well what this means. Get ready." Cutting the Comm. he yelled loudly -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Slaughter! Get over here!" The sergeant rushed over to the colonel and they quietly spoke. Slaughter transmitted three separate messages contacting the three remaining Togs in his unit. They in turn instructed the Juvexians. All moved like clockwork. The sergeant returned and O'Dubhui clarified some crucial points* -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Ok. Let's get this straight here:" *Clearing his throat* " The Sentinel is The Prophetic Lizard and The Wayfarer is The Poetic Buzzard. Got it? Good. Now have no the in shape to move without delay" *His underling nodded -Sgt Slaughter- "Yes sir!" Both men began preparations. Slaughter outlined tasks. A Tog Commando and two Juvexians took to The Poetic Buzzard while another trio of kind maintained security. The remainder worked on The Prophetic Lizard*
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on May 11, 2021 10:54:55 GMT -8
Work on The Fart in a Windstorm was fast and exacting. The ship was rigged with surveillance equipment. They needed to improvise on a great deal but invention was born of such. The lieutenant watched. Closely. This team is good, so Plunkett thought. Then he saw Co-pilot and Pilot. There they were, outside the ship, conversing with the commandos and working on the ship. The officer nodded. This was much needed cooperation. So he watched. And once again Plunkett spoke but to himself and himself alone -Lt Plunkett- 'Will....'
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on May 12, 2021 2:40:05 GMT -8
Both men looked like hell. Both men felt worse then they looked. Kieran shook the cup in right hand and nodding to it spoke -Kieran- 'You think that they decaffeinate the java here?' Laoch opened his mouth but closed it before a sound could escape
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on May 12, 2021 20:36:30 GMT -8
The woman walked effortlessly about the enclave. Something was going to break. And sometimes, so The Old man had taught her as a child, when something broke it needed to be broke but good..... So on she walked casually investigating and intensely thinking. Passing by O'Dubhui she spoke -Morrigan- "Colonel O'Dubhui. I want a complete report on options.... Fast. " Walking away quietly she muttered -Morrigan- "For all the tough talk that fell from people's mouths nothing was done to back it up.... Nothing. Who are these people?" Hands spread in front of her as she spoke -Morrigan- "From the Intel I get a large number wouldn't even have a clue what they're saying let alone doing." Lighting a cigarette she continued the rant -Morrigan- "He built that bloody beach.... Built the pub too...." Right hand resting on forehead she laughed And the screech of uilleann pipes and beat of bodhran went on
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on May 13, 2021 21:10:07 GMT -8
Lieutenant Plunkett heard the words.... He agreed. But he also had little faith in the concept of Right merely triumphing supreme; the universe did not move that simply. He prepared. For what? What ever came at him. His crew were practicing their marksmanship. His Togs were crack shots but these Juvexians were quite admirably with a gun too. So he watched. Pilot and Co-pilot were, unsurprisingly half in the bag. Today they were arguing over the merits of a first aid text that they had discovered named Civil War Amputation. Co-pilot, with a primitive saw in hand spoke -Co-pilot- 'Look i'm telling you that sliver in your calf is gonna cause way more trouble then if you'd quit being such a baby and let me cut the whole thing off at the knee.' His partner was having none of it however, pulling his revolver -Pilot- 'You come any closer and we'll be investigating what they say on how to treat the bullet hole I'm gonna put through your head.' Belching and taking another drink, Co-pilot kept at his argument -Co-pilot- 'Think about how cool that peg leg we get you will look!' Gun still raised Pilot demanded -Pilot- 'Let me see that book....' Still keeping sights on Co-pilot the officer accepted the text handed to him and looked through the guide. A Juvexian Comando trainee strolled past by chance and Pilot exclaimed -Pilot- "My good man! Come over and let us show you this stuff we got.' His crewman added -Co-pilot- 'Yeah.... Take a seat; you're walking kinda weary on that left leg.' The soldier came over and took a seat with the two. At that point the helmsman stated quite pointedly -Pilot- 'This nonsense about no anesthesia is what stumps me.....' The two freedom's eyes met but Pilot's eyes said it all before shaking his head -Pilot- 'Good enough soldier; get back to your training.' The Juvexian left feeling like a kid who had got away from the dentist untouched. He did not look back. Reaching his comrades, both native and alien feline, he sighed but said nothing Pilot tossed the book to the side and rose to his feet and spoke -Pilot- 'Let's check out this new hardware we have....' Co-pilot nodded, silently agreeing, and followed his mate. The pair took to investigating all that had been installed in to the Fart in a Windstorm
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on May 13, 2021 23:22:59 GMT -8
*It had reached the wee hours of the morning when Colonel O'Dubhui strolled up on Lieutenant Plunkett. Nodding the old officer forgoing any standard exchange spoke -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Plunkett come make yourself comfortable with Slaughter and myself." After making what appeared to be a cordial invitation but was in reality a direct order, the colonel turned and slowly walked the short stretch to where his new office was situated, a simple arrangement in the Prophetic Lizard. With the port latch flung open it allowed full view of the field yet simultaneously allowed the necessary seclusion for a functioning office setting. It was coming sure enough
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on May 14, 2021 0:00:14 GMT -8
As Pilot investigated the newest hardware installed in his beast he muttered to his mate -Pilot- 'Have you really looked at this setup? And I mean close.'Just as he spoke these words -Co-pilot- 'This nuke is huge! You could cook a 8 pound roast in this thing!' The sudden thundering crash and agonizing scream that followed signified that Co-pilot had achieved lift off whatever he was standing on and plummeted to the floor beneath. To this the Big Cheese responded sharply -Pilot- 'When you're done playing around over there and finally scrape your was off The floor would you mind getting over here?' The man added quick -Pilot- 'And bring a few pints!' Rolling over and regaining his feet was easy enough but when he stood straight that vertigo overtook him. Stomach edging on turning, eyelids shut tight then slowly reopened. Ok he thought the ship is not moving. Shaking head Co-pilot snatched the 24 at his feet by a handle responded -Co-pilot- 'Coming chief!' At last the two, pints in hand investigated the layout of spyware Plunkett meanwhile carefully packed black satchel. The officer then instinctively pulled a blade from right boot. Sliding it back the hand stopped at hip. -Co-pilot- 'Chech.' Left hand slipping under right bicep his right hand slipped off hip then under left arm. And he thought 'Check, check.' Turning sharply he walked towards the colonel 's office. Entering he gave a salute then stood alert in front of O'Dubhui
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on May 14, 2021 1:09:18 GMT -8
*You could see Plunkett from some distance as he approached. As he entered Sergeant Slaughter was already on his feet. O'Dubhui did not immediately move looking up he nodded -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Good to see you Plunkett." Gesturing to a chair to his left -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Set yourself up here." With a turn of head the colonel had Slaughter rush and make Plunkett a coffee and serve it to him. He then took his seat again and began working. Pictures tells a thousand stories so they say O'Dubhui thought. My the tales that must lie behind the lot he had set out. He looked over one group among more than a few. Sinistra. Head shaking -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Now that thankfully short lived production the universe could've done without...." It was a short but considerably strong statement
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on May 14, 2021 1:47:33 GMT -8
Eyes snapping open and sitting with a start Morrigan gasped for breath. Looking forward, then left, then right, shaking head it sunk in fast. No ocean breeze; no smell of the sea; no sound of waves smacking on the beach.... And no screaming maniacs, all of whom she knew and loved. Just the sound of a waking city. She slipped from bed, standing she reached high and yawned wide. The sound of coffee beginning to percolate was music to her ears. Grabbing a towel she slipped into the shower. Jump ahead and she was buckling in holsters, slipping guns in place, blades in sheaths and saber at side. Her cup of joe ready she blew on the surface then drank her first of the day..... Lighting up she thought happy thoghts. Tip of tongue crossing upper lip she smiled
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on May 14, 2021 17:59:23 GMT -8
*Colonel O'Dubhui sat going through alternative routes, Intel from the surface and an assortment of other information available to his office. Sgt Slaughter did much the same. The concept of size always leaned towards a small move. Passive was the key word. Definitely pacific was not what anyone expected. Slaughter spoke -Sgt Slaughter- "The biggie now is this: do we go in full steam or send in a smaller unit as recon? A test as it were...." The colonel grunted in recognition but did not immediately respond
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on May 14, 2021 19:02:00 GMT -8
Sitting Plunkett observed. Nothing he heard shocked him; this was how they had been trained from the beginning by himself. Abruptly he declared -Lt Plunkett- 'I... we Want in on this move.' Plunkett did not speak lightly; he had been in the disaster at Malastare, victory in orbit above Taris, the carpet bombing of Kashyyyk and uncountable other incidents ranging from tragic comedies to glorious triumphs and all things in between in his time. None, aside from Colonel O'Dubhui and Sergeant Slaughter could claim such. Even Morrigan herself. And he had been in on some more discrete action too. Reliving the past in his head stopped short, as he returned to the here and now and again the lieutenant stated coolly -It Plunkett- 'We're in....'
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on May 14, 2021 20:08:04 GMT -8
*At the first declaration O'Dubhui and Slaughter rose heads from their study but neither responded. The colonel watched his lieutenant. The shared in a deep history with the IF. Right from it's fledgling days with the CDDC. Turning the colonel glanced at Slaughter. He too was an original. When Plunkett spoke again the CO responded -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Mary Joseph, that's never been a question." Head back down to the stacks in front of him the officer spoke again - Colonel O'Dubhui- "Now lend your eyes - and mind to what we have here." Without looking up O'Dubhui laid a stack of dossiers in front of Plunkett . Then he returned undivided attention to the textual matter in front of him. Slaughter continued to struggle through the weighty stacks*
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 14, 2021 23:48:03 GMT -8
Nestled in the relative safety of The Utopic Vulture out beloved intergalactic family lie in peaceful sleep. The couple were so intertwined beneath the sheets that telling where Boland started and Grace ended, or where she began and he came to an end was all but impossible. The hound, all four legs pointing towards the ceiling, lie flat on his back, drooling buckets and snoring away. Maureen lay so still one might misinterpret her sleeping as death itself. The Raven sat perched on the top of a chair watching all and seeing everything.
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on May 16, 2021 17:53:53 GMT -8
Stepping out from the shadows Morrigan looked fit to be tied. Eyes sweeping the few she spoke "I've had enough of this.... Something's about to hit the fan." Spitting to the ground beneath her feet. She stood in front of O'Dubhui and nodded to the men -Morrrigan- "Colonel O'Dubhui, Lieutenant Plunkett, Sgt Slaughter...." Eyes falling on O'Dubhui - Morrigan- "Let me see everything that you have." Taking a seat , left leg crossing over right, hands settling on knee she waited impatiently
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on May 17, 2021 17:45:06 GMT -8
Plunkett sat easy, even if his blood pressure just shot through the roof. He looked at the woman. She gave him the willies really; unsettling little beast she was at that. But the lieutenant let none of that show -Lt Plunkett- 'Always a pleasure to see you Morrigan.'
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on May 17, 2021 18:09:44 GMT -8
*The aged sergeant stood And saluted before Morrigan's can touched the chair. And there he stood. The colonel however stayed his seat unruffled. His calculation was spontaneous; the Dubh demanded respect yet from his experience found such stuffiness unnecessary. Respect was one thing; groveling was viewed as distasteful. He remembered The Old man's words "He yourself; one thing that they can't take from you." O'Dubhui was an old time warrior and held himself as such. The colonel spoke with confidence but his words implied no disrespect* -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Morrigan it is lovely to see you." Sliding several files across the table -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Please do review." In afterthought head turning a touch towards the sergeant he snapped, crisp but quiet -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Sit down Slaughter." The sergeant responded - Sgt Slaughter- "Yes Sir." And with that Slaughter returned to his seat. Still it remained clear that he eagerly awaited what the woman had to say*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on May 17, 2021 20:48:26 GMT -8
Nodding to Plunkett with a smile -Morrigan- "And that goes both ways Lieutenant Plunkett." She then nodded again, this time recognizing Slaughter but turned attention O'Dubhui. - "Go raibh maith agat." Tearing through the files she familiarized herself with the contents but conducted no in-depth study -Morrrigan- "Copies I presume." Eyes locked with the colonel she gently shoved the bulk of the dossiers into a beigh satchel -Morrigan- "Any and everything that you got...." That serving as a neat request for anything else that existed. Her grandfather was careful. To an extreme. And it paid off. Morrigan reviewed the select dossiers she did not pack. Outlines, Statements, photographs.... Sll. Listening to the constant jammer from the converted Commm. device was almost humorous; it didn't appear like these people had even ever played in the big leagues. They were in for a education she thought. Nodding upwards she vehemently declared -Morrigan- "What's with all this talking smack about somebody who was right there in front of them?" Shaking her head -Morrigan- "Makes a person look very stupid. " Hands open to each side in question -Morrigan- "I mean if you're that full of bloodlust, well there's your chance...." Hand slapping the silly business down she investigated the small body of data in her hands. Slamming down both hands she then held up a picture asking "Are you kidding me? She looks like a cheerleader."
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on May 17, 2021 22:09:41 GMT -8
As the woman went on her emotion filled rant, Kieran and Laoch strolled into what appeared to be turning into a ceilidh. Still meters away from the others, Laoch leaning close asked -Laoch- "Should I have brought a fiddle?" Kieran laughed and then responded - Kieran- "A new tragic ballad: We Dubh Three." What both men had said was not exactly getting them on a stage in Galactic City. And even underneath the inner humor lie some bitter realities. As they closed in on the pack, neither of the men spoke
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 17, 2021 22:41:57 GMT -8
Aboard The Utopic Vulture The Raven perched high watched the freak show beneath him. Boland was apparently having a fight with several inanimate objects. Appeared to be losing.... Grace was..... Not in sight. The bird's eyes fell on the little girl. Looked as if in a trance. Perhaps she sees what I do passed through The Raven's mind. And he passed by that, scanning ship left to right as far as he could see. Maureen was lost in her own mind. A mind that indeed saw wide. She struggled with many things that she heard but gained understand too. An Tiarna was dead. That she had been able to process fairly well. He had a big family. Once. Now? That spooky Morrigan lady. Kieran and Laoch. She liked them. They put caps in people's asses. That made absolutely no sense to her. But a lot of what adults did made no sense. A scowl formed on her face as she struggled inwardly. Then it struck Maureen. Grace. Grainne. Dubh. Grace was part of An Tiarna's family too! The little girls eyes were suddenly the size of saucers. her little hands clenched tightly in rage. People didn't like The Old man. He was already dead but they hated anything attached to him. Grace was now in sight. Maureen watched the woman as she sat to watch Boland. There! Anything going near Grace would have to go through him first. She muttered -Maureen- 'Fat chance of that....' Yet she was still troubled. Her eyes then fell on The Raven. He could stop anything. -Maureen- "Or I will...." Opening her hands she saw the blood. And she began to cry. Both adults were to their feet and moving towards Maureen immediately after hearing the cry. The knee-jerk reaction by Boland was to draw his DL-44 heavy blaster. Grace dropped to her knees, taking the child's hands in her own -Grace- "Who? What happened?" The child said nothing but Boland spoke -Boland- "That's self inflicted." Grace had the child up and her hands under a sink fast. As she dried the girl's hands Grace retrieved and opened a first aid kit. She cleaned the palms again with alcohol and said -Grace- "He careful Maureeen." The hound stood watch over them. Boland took a stride towards them but The hound reared up and growled defensively. Hands now bandaged excessively and brutal war dog accompanying her Maureen was set to run around the ship when once again it struck her. Coming to a freeze in front of the man she asked "Boland. If anybody comes to put a cap in Grace's ass cause she's An Tiarna's seed we won't let that happen - right?" Boland looked down answering - Boland- "No honey." Satisfied Maureen bolted after The hound
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