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Post by Short Circuit on May 18, 2021 2:26:40 GMT -8
Short circuit squeaked, clicked and rattled, as lights, white, blue, yellow, green and red went off and on. Lack of use was leading the poor walking computer to early recycling. Then what? Life as a blender? Audio visual system? Factory labor? Cleaning septic systems? If it was possible for a droid to be bored Short was there. That still being open to debate, Short sat dormant waiting
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on May 19, 2021 10:01:41 GMT -8
Staring at the papers the the woman set pistol on the table in front of her. Right hand flipping hair behind ear -Morrigan- "What is this trumped up nonsense?" Startled base reaching O'Dubhui she spoke - Morrigan- "None of them aside Nexus have ever been in a battle." Head shaking but slight she continued-Morrigan- "And I'm talking in not some rip down at the GBA." Edge of tongue passing over upper lip her gaze returned to the papers. The woman mutttered -Morrigan- "And appears that a large number of them are strangely unknown...." Face distorting in disbelief -Morrigan- "What!?! Looking for the Old man!?!" Left back handing the papers she continued -Morrigan- "The fool blew himself to pieces playing with an incendiary device right outside the pub - a bloody pub he built may I add." Slapping papers down on table she declared -Morrigan- "My uncle, who will soon to be dying in agonizing pain, came out of that pub, berated the poor shell of a man then left his own father die in the streeets!" Spitting to the floor -Morrigan- "What is this scripted rubbish?"
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on May 19, 2021 11:11:12 GMT -8
*Colonel O'Dubhui say calmly as Morrigan raged. The sly officer was far from lacking wits; common sense dictated great caution when one of this lot pitched a fit. Indeed, a vision of a CO dropping to the ground in a bloody heap in the wake of The Old 's notoriously short fuse blowing swept though the officer's head. Boots flattening on floor drew back til all but the ball of the foot touched the ground beneath. So he sat ready to move. In a calm voice he responded* - Colonel O'Dubhui- "Seems more than a bit contrived...." The sergeant too sitting ghostly quiet frantically sussed out the area for emergency exit routes. At the colonel's words he nodded in agreement -Sgt Slaughter- "We've attempted to draw up a preliminary list to...." *There the sergeant faltered but his superior gracefully picked up the slack* -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Of those who need to be summarily executed." *Both men sat back uneasily waiting. The senses of the Togorian Commando in the area were unusually heightened. They felt something familiar and crew closer to the vessel where the dialogue transpired*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on May 19, 2021 12:53:42 GMT -8
Morrigan herself felt a sudden ripple course through her body. Grabbing trappers she rifled through them. Eyes falling on the reports on Tog suicides she slumped in her chair momentarily, then tossing the documents to the table, she rose, turned and edited the ship. The commandos now flocked around her and a weepy hugfest ensued. Those of understanding would be aware that she had spent a significant portion of her early life among the Togorians and they viewed each other as la familia. They spoke fast and furiously. She sat crouched on the balls of feet and elbows on knees over a fire talking of past events with her brethren Head rising she muttered -Morrigan- "Where is Keegan?" Eyes then thinning She exclaimed - Morrigan- "The Old man is dead and I am all alone...." She spoke low but from deep inside her soul. And the words echoed in an ear splitting call across the Universe wide
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on May 19, 2021 16:31:48 GMT -8
The Lieutenant say watching. He looked to his papers then the woman and the Togorians, can to the papers then back to the gathering again. Shooting a look to O'Dubhui he muffled a cough asking -Lieutenant Plunkett- 'What's next chief?" The officer turned his gaze out on the cityscape but his ear keenly waited
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on May 19, 2021 16:40:41 GMT -8
*Sgt Slaughter sat, his eyes too set watching out the going open latch. He heard Plunkett's words but said nothing. He to however awaited the CO's call. In turn O'Dubhui, as common among those of their culture, answered with a question* -Colonel O'Dubhui- "What would you do Plunkett?"
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on May 19, 2021 17:11:29 GMT -8
Plunkett stiffened up. Still watching the Togs and Morrigan he thought long and hard. What he did not do was respond fast. Pulling revolver from side holding the barrel down he toyed gently with the weapon. And he thought over years of service. Before Manaan. Before Morrigan. Before Togorians. Signing the man remembered being a young officer fresh to the field watching An Tiarna. The CDDC. It was a lifetime ago. The floor was covered in footprints. Eyes widening he wondered what would The Old man would say about that? A smile formed on hardened face. We'd be down in our knees polishing It with toothbrushes that's what we'd be doing. We he looked at the floor he formed a response. It was time to stand up. Stand up and fight. So he answered in kind to the question -Lt Plunkett- 'When do we move?'
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on May 19, 2021 18:01:18 GMT -8
*The colonel sat watching as he awaited. Plunkett's response snapped Slaughter's mind from watching the woman and the now endangered cat people. His eyes fell on Lieutenant Plunkett but the real focus now lie on what the colonel would say in response. Or would the game continue? The colonel shot back* -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Being cagey here are we Lieutenant Plunkett?" *Shaking his head the tough officer countered* -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Is that an answer?"
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on May 19, 2021 18:39:08 GMT -8
Brows rising a grin too grew on Plunkett's face. This type of exchange could go on for hours. Wasted hours he thought. Breathing in deep he laid out his thoughts -Lieutenant Plunkett- "Well let's go from the top here." Right index falling on left index. A Togorian Commando entered standing tall and saluting -Togorian Commando- Colonel O'Dubhui sir! Lieutenant Plunkett sir! Sgt Slaughter sir!' Then man then stood at alert waiting. The Lieutenant lept in with response -Lieutenant Plunkett- 'At ease soldier.' The Togorian hands joined behind back as he waited -Togorian Commando- 'Yes sir!' With a nod Plunkett addressed him calmly -Lieutenant Plunkett- 'If this is something frivolous please hold it too we're done here.' The Togorian quickly evaluating the situation, snapping to attention then answered the officer -Togorian Commando- 'Yes sir! Thank you sir!' And as fast as he came he was gone. The Lieutenant snapped back into the situation at hand without missing a beat, his right index fell on the left again and he spoke -Lieutenant Plunkett- 'They invaded our land.'Coz pointing at the wind -Lieutenant Plunkett- 'And left our CO blown to bits outside the pub. A pub he built might I add.'Composing himself fast his right finger slipped to the middle left -Lieutenant Plunkett- 'They then commenced to have a conversation about our business.' A small smile grew on lips as the right finger fell on left ring finger -Lieutenant Plunkett- 'And are claiming this dialogue private?' Shrugging Plunkett dropped the bomb -Lieutenant Plunkett- 'If this was the Old man he'd have hit - yesterday.' Plunkett sat back and waited
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on May 19, 2021 19:56:38 GMT -8
*O'Dubhui watched Plunkett. Fine young officer he thought* -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Finely spoken.' *Chin lifting to Slaughter and nodding to Plunkett* -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Now we work on that." * The old soldier immediately turned back into his papers. Sgt Slaughter joined him. Maps were now a notable part of their study. Between the colonel and sergeant a vast knowledge of Manaan space, including entry points from hyperspace, a rich understanding of the planet's orbit and the ocean planet itself existed from years of service there. O'Dubhui looked to Morrigan. He remembered chasing her when she stole one of An Tiarna's ships and took it for a joy ride. A smile swept his face. Now she was the one he'd be concerned with. I'm many a way. He commented* -Colonel O'Dubhui- "It is rather baffling now people run your name, your very being through the grinder then claim to be involved in something private; They've all but invited you in the door." *Head Shaking the colonel returned to his work, waving Plunkett into the planning with a right hand. Sgt Slaughter watched as Morrigan appeared to be leading the Togs through an inspection of the Fart in a Windstorm. Eyes closing he prepared for the worse. Eyes opening he noticed they were now taking a run at the Short Circuit, the viper droid that ran on alcohol. The officer truly felt pity for the poor machine. Couldn't quite prepare one of them to be molested by some woman and her cat brothers. Involuntarily shuddering he went back to his work*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on May 20, 2021 0:58:21 GMT -8
The stories did not end. And all came to the same end. Eyes shutting so tight that she could hear the smack of lid on lid. All gone? No Togoria? She had played there as a child. Lived among the people. Ate what they ate. Sang their songs and danced their dances. Hunted with them.... Lived as They lived. They were family. Gone? Breathing in deep then opening eyes a tear rolled down her right cheek. Hand brushing the drop away Morrigan looked down. She could scarce rustle the words but once finding her voice she spat them out resolutely -Morrigan- "Maith go leor!" After trading long embraces with her Tog brothers, she walked in a trance like stiffness back to from where she had came. Sitting she looked around the group solemnly but spoke no words. As she took a seat, stealth designs continued to be applied to the ships. Color was essential and after trial and error the best mixture of shade and light created an exterior view that was difficult to distinguish from that of orbit over a watery world
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on May 20, 2021 3:58:49 GMT -8
As the debate aboard Colonel O'Dubhui's ship dragged on, so to did The alcohol fueled interchange betwixt Pilot and Co-pilot aboard Plunkett's beast, The Fart in a Windstorm. With a belch Pilot declared -Pilot- I really miss Manaan..." With a snicker his first, and only mate sad as that was to process,responded -Co-pilot- "Then maybe you'll think twice before offering every vegrant who swarms by a ride." The two laughed at the idiocy of it all and drank a few more her so we to wash down the already consumed good morning beer
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on May 20, 2021 11:53:11 GMT -8
The woman stood tossing her hair back. Speaking to the Togs she nodded, looking East then turning South then West at last on the North her gaze was set. A fast move of Right hand from forehead to chest then Right shoulder to Left. Hands locked behind back she strolled from ship to ship observing men as they worked on the art of deception. Black and blue were the colors of the day, so it seemed. Morrigan frantically engaged a group of those supervising the design. One designer stopped the discussion with a raised finger and they watched. Silver Then took over as the primary shade offering a thin brush over the darker where it did not dominate. Red and yellow was then speckled very light. A smile on her face and she transparently apologised profusely for her premature censure. Turning she walked over to a vessel being the men were locked in their skuldruggery. Entering she quietly took a seat
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on May 20, 2021 14:55:36 GMT -8
*As the woman entered Slaughter stood momentarily, saluted then sat back in his seat again. At his side the colonel di not stand but nodding deeply spoke* -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Good to have you among us again Morrigan." * Chin lifting* -Colonel O'Dubhui- "I see that you took note of the work that we have commenced on the Sentinels." *Then clearing throat he went on choosing words carefully* -Colonel O'Dubhui - "You've been commandeering ships and going on adventures since you were but a child." *A smile crossing worn face as he recalled her youthful shenanigans* -Colonel O'Dubhui- "Your knowledge of the ins and outs of Manaan will be a great asset to us...." * Slaughter straightened up his hearing focused on what was transpiring. And his hands to readied for whatever gems Morrigan possessed from a very active lifetime on Manaan. The Man flipped open a ledger and hand a pen in hand. The colonel didn't need confirmation but the man addressed his superior* -Sgt Slaughter- "I'll take notes...."
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on May 20, 2021 18:23:09 GMT -8
The woman heard the colonel; his point was a simple statement of fact and to that end she modestly said -Morrigan- "Go raibh maith agat." Then voice lowering she unleashed the rich body of first hand knowledge that she had of Manaan, hyperspace entry points, orbit itself, the sky above the planet, the vast body of water and the city. And that spoken word readily translated into the written word. So, she chain smoked, consummed copious amounts of coffeeb and told stories of Manaan. And as she spoke the familiar scream of Uilleann pipes and beat of bodhran echoed out blending into the standard noise of the city
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on May 20, 2021 19:23:38 GMT -8
*Colonel O'Dubhui listened to the woman unleashed her tales. He took casual notes but primarily observed. It was Sgt Slaughter who acted as transcriber, and indeed he transcribed diligently trying to capture every word precisely. He also added notes in the margins. With her tale written at last he could turn to typing it all into a polished edition. Slaughter would also amend maps to line up with the information. A monumental task the final edition was, or so it would appear. I'm reality the whole exercise was quite metric. And to this end Slaughter laboured jotting down her words. A recorded version was also produced*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on May 21, 2021 10:36:56 GMT -8
The woman had sat for what felt like A lifetime. Eyes widened as she sneaked a glance at the ashtray by her side. And then she lit another one. Inhaling deeply she blew out rings mumbling -Morrigan- "Mental note: slip those lung exrays." Kind wandering Togoria came to mind. Signing the visual images flashed by. The Old man had brought her there. Extremely character forming - for both her and the Togs. Had knife from there. And myriad of feline humanoids that believed her to be one of them. They were far from gullible but the closeness at an early age combined with her association with An Tiarna made for a fiercely protective bond. And the strange evaporation of the planet impacted her deeply. Eyes Darkening she thought. Vengeance. A dish best served cold. Was an adage The Old man coined quite frequently. Fitting she thought. And her heart chilled
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on May 21, 2021 11:30:12 GMT -8
*While Colonel O'Dubhui cleaned a pistol Sgt Slaughter waded into his work. The woman had paved one wreck of a path through the Universe wide in her time. And one planet was at the heart of those escapades; Manaan. Slaughter prided himself in his skills as a surveyor. Understanding the land was key indeed, particularly if you intended to blow it to pieces. Still the girl's understanding of the universe, and Manaan in particular was breathtaking to say the least. Head shaking he muttered* -Sgt Slaughter- "The fruits of youthful villainy...." *As the colonel methodically cleaned guns Sgt Slaughter continued his own work. And as the officers laboured so to did their men. The three Togorians and their Juvexian counterparts took to Collecting the extant viper droids. Short Circuit, as they called the main unit, served as the Queen Bee of the group. Maintenance on the Vipers commenced immediately. A count of the Viper units was recorded =650=
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on May 22, 2021 2:50:14 GMT -8
Walking among the Viper droids the woman thought to herself and muttered low -Morrigan- "Kill them all now...." Lighting a cigarette she walked. And she thought. Out loud -Morrigan- "How stupid were these people?" Shaking her head at the idiocy. Inspecting the units took time but time gave one a chance to think. And thinking of anything had nothing to do with what was going on right now. This one know it all idiot.... What did she know about the IF? Right! She was the one who didn't like war messing with her social life. Tossing hair to the right she laughed
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on May 22, 2021 11:02:33 GMT -8
*Colonel O'Dubhui say thinking deeply. Concentrating on the bigger picture. He was completely absorbed in his thoughts, so much so that He lost sight of the smaller things that made the whole. Sentinels were being worked on as The Togs conversely were so attentive to every small detail that the wider situation became irrelevant. It was here that Slaughter proved his worth. The sergeant too grappled with the task ahead. It was mammoth. Looking at the scene that surrounded him a smile came to the Sergeant's face. Sentinel; Tog; Viper droids.... Slaughter was not bombastic. Jotting furiously on a piece of paper he then dropped it before the CO. Snatching it up the old officer smiled* Viper + Tog + Sentinel = Manaan Colonel O'Dubhui smiled.... And the lonely pipe howled as the Bodhran best the song of War
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