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Post by Epona Dubh on Aug 11, 2021 20:23:35 GMT -8
Epona was still quite relaxed. Being alone was hard but in many ways it was a beautiful thing. Still she loved being with those she knew and loved. She knew this family. There she stopped. Funny -Epona- "I must meet this Grace."
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Twi'leck Triplet Dubh
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 11, 2021 20:55:41 GMT -8
The girl was blunt. Not just obnoxiously straightforward. And that hit each sister differently. Gid spoke almost immediately, though not so much in direct response to Epona but rather a question directed at herself -Gid- "How?" Which in turn Alem answered in her response to her cousin - Alem- "When do we leave?" And calling it all off Shakk said - Shakk- "Now." She dropped that word so effortlessly yet meant it to the core of her heart. The stir it aroused from her sisters too was transparent. Might be call was that of Alem
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Post by Epona Dubh on Aug 11, 2021 22:18:39 GMT -8
With a wry smile the centaur spoke -Epona- 'Ceart!' Then turned and headed straight for the door. It looked as if she might well just decide to kick it down but the centaur stopped just in front of the door. She then bent down, jerked the nob and slowly exited. Eyes sweeping the area easily found the Firespray 31-class. Walking straight up to the ship she leaned forward resting elbows on the roof, during her weary head
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 12, 2021 6:32:20 GMT -8
The girls were right on Epona's heels. As they came up on their ship they saw the centuar hugging tightly to the vessel. Approaching quietly Alem gently directing her cousin away from the ship. The rest hatch dropped and the pair entered, followed by Gid and Shakk. The hatch closed, God took her seat at the helm. Don't exactly know what that means but love the way it reads. Helm. Gid was at the helm. And.... Sorry. So, she fired that beast up and it purred like a kitten. Then leaning on the accelerator that sucker transformed into the Big Cat that it was. Finally heading up on the clutch the ship's engine roared and they were gone like the wind
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Aug 13, 2021 22:42:43 GMT -8
Standing Kieran then spoke -Kieran- "Kingpin my man, patron my excuse for a short bit." Turning he walked over taking his brother's arm and led him to the door -Laoch- "Where we going?" Shaking Laoch in the head - Kieran- "How long have I been talking to that hideous thing? Think me needing a bit of fresh air is more then reasonable." Laoch nodded - Laoch- "That bad - eh?" And out the door they went
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Aug 14, 2021 14:57:10 GMT -8
Entering the tavern a sudden feeling struck Kieran. Just like the smell of teriyaki chicken overwhelmed Laoch another feeling struck Kieran like Ndwfoundlander beating a baby seal with a club. Well maybe not that harsh but it was pretty intense. Call it street smarts, call it clairvoyance, call it women's intuition, call it whatever floats your boat. Or we could just assume that given all the outrageously transparent signs all around them the fact that something was up finally struck home. In the bigger picture it doesn't matter. What does matter is that Kieran had the sudden overwhelming urge to split the scene -Kieran- 'Laoch. Let's step outside.' His brother asked -Laoch- 'What'd I do now?' The two had scarce set foot in the door and there they were stepping back out right into a sand storm
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 27, 2021 22:47:28 GMT -8
(OoC This belongs outside the Tavern) A Firespray-31-class patrol and attack craft dropping down from the sky landed comfortably in a nook across from the pub. As the girls paraded out a Tusken wielding a gaderffii stick got close up and personal. Unfortunately for him his days of raiding were over. Head butting the Tusken while grabbing hold of the stick he was wielding she brought her right knee up hard into his groin. With the stick now firmly in her possession she began to beat the fe!low to death. Noticing a little Tusken standing and Looking at the fight compelled her to stop. Throwing down the gaderffii stick she moved towards the tavern) Entering the pub The Twi'leck Three went straight to the bar. The three lined up, less than a foot apart. And left in they stood like such : Alem, Shakk then Gid. Seeing the bartender Gid yelled -Gid- " Look man! Come down here!" And so he did and then grabbing the man roughly by the shirt collar she told -Gid- "We each want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer." With a nod he dropped down six shot glasses and with a bottle in each hand filled them. Turning the man collected three glasses of dark draft from tap. Turning the man set a pint glass of dark ale in front of Alem then Shakk. But seconds later he laid yet another glass in front of Gid
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 28, 2021 8:08:33 GMT -8
Eight hours later and copius amounts of alcohol and Shakk face down on the bar. Her sister Alem is on her knees in the washroom worshiping at the porcelain alter. We'll spare all the retching and moans of pain. Meanwhile Gid is still, although transparently sloshed, is still sitting at the bar -Gid- "Oi!!!" Sauntering over the man behind the bar asked -Barkeep- "What might I do you for ma'am?" With a slight slur the girl asked -Gid- "Hair of the dog." The man explained slow and quiet - Barkeep- "Lady for that to work you're supposed to quit drinking for a few hours." Turing and walking away the man was back in a flash setting a drink in front of the woman -Gid- "Go raibh maith agat!" Sinking a floating piece of lime with the tap of right index finger she began Sipping slowly. An agonizing groan emanating from the bar top rose filling the space above. Head lifting slow Shakk was met by a murky red drink garnished with cut fruit and celery stalks -Barkeep- "Good morn." Looking down then back up then down again she mumbled -Shakk- "Ok..... Do I drink it or eat it?" Laughing for but a moment then answering with a shrug -Barkeep- "Whatever floats your boat honey." Leaning over and picking a piece of lime from the side then dropping into the drink -Gid- "Bloody Mary honey. Drink up. Kills hangovers." The blue Twi'leck began sipping slowly
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 28, 2021 11:22:28 GMT -8
Alem at long last came tripping out of the restroom still quite gassed. Sitting at the bar she too was met with a tall drink care of the House -Gid- "Bloody Mary; you'll like it." Right hand wiping her lips then commencing to pull the celery from her drink when the voices rang out in unison -Gid & Barkeep- "No!!!" Both sounding As it they were protesting one set to club an any seal. Gently pulling her sisters hand away -Gid- "Work nice on hangovers." Answering them sharply -Alem- "Yeah? They say the same with puking and look at me." But all said she too began Sipping away. After a stretch she asked -Alem- "Think that you could lay out where we stand." Looking the place in front of her she added quickly -Alem- "ADr this to that list." Gid scribbled on a piece of paper. Finishing the woman laid the paper down atop of the bar for all to see. And the list read: Ahch-To>>Dagobah>>Tatoonie (Louie's Tavern)>Bespin (Cloud City)>Coruscant(500 Republica) Looking to Alem then to Shakk -Gid- "Those are out spheres of influence."
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 28, 2021 15:23:45 GMT -8
Sitting a long while just looking aimlessly at what, or more precisely where Gid had written down Alem finally responded -Alem- "Spheres of influence. I like that." Catching Gid with her eyes -Alem- "So we have where ad now it's only a matter of when Looking to Gid she waited. Gid smiled. The red Twi'leck answered with but a word -Gid- "Now." Both sisters were out of there seats and headed for the exit almost before Gid was finished
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 16, 2021 22:07:35 GMT -8
Walking into the tavern Gid caught some immediate attention. Some that the barkeep did not take t kindly to. And after abruptly cracking two heads together and saying -Barkeep- "Easy on the gurls." many quickly came to appreciate his way of thinking. The three looking around fast took a seat in a dark corner. Three drinks were laid in front of them by the fellow behind the bar -Barkeep- "On the house." The first to say a word was the red girl -Gid- "Arni." Followed by the muscular green Twi'leck -Alem- "Arni'soyacho!" Then the blue woman mumbled -Shakk- " Arni.... " Gid was actually about to explain when the man said -Barkeep- "Koahiko." He then walked away leaving a few impressed individuals behind
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 17, 2021 0:26:13 GMT -8
Hours later and here's the damage.... Gid..... Gid. For the red woman it had been an interesting day. To start, piloting deep into Hutt space. Then go back to the bizarre little planet you now call home only to get up and leave. Again. And. And? And end up at some dive of a bar at some spaceport town in the middle of a desert planet. After drinking copious amounts of alcohol Gid was now face down on the bar and cold as a cucumber. But she was among individuals who would protect her, hence safe Now Shakkk.... Warnings on labels clearly outline some troublesome drug interactions. Unfortunately, individual all to often pay little attention to such dangers. For example, antipsychotic medication and alcohol are a most dangerous mix. And Shakk, our little blue Twi'leck, benefits greatly from a daily regimen of quetiapine, an antipsychotic medication. Needless to say she was in another dimension
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 17, 2021 1:30:06 GMT -8
With the red Twi'leck passed out and the blue girl talking incoherently to her hand, that left Alem alone sitting and talking to the barkeep, whom this far in our tale we call Barkeep. Dig that capital B. Past that, the green girl could drink. As could the barkeep. And on top of that the man spoke fluent Ryl. Now figure into that little equation that both were enthusiastic about anything concerning maintenance of the body and things become interesting So there stood Barkeep behind the bar. A nd right on the wall behind him sat a must for any bar. Any bar that one would care to drink in at least. For on the wall hung dartboard. Eyes having fallen on the board umpteenth times through the evening the woman finally asked " Darts?" A smile sweeping across the man's face he answered -Barkeep- "Doneeta." Alem kept her eyes on the man as he removed a small box from under the bar. No two. She continued watching as he came around the bar, setting down the boxes with his left hand. With the other he set down a bottle and two glasses -Barkeep- "Damor?" She had to think but a second -Alem- "501." Ironic. I'm more ways than she could imagine. The man smiled And with right handing a dart to the woman -Barkeep- "Nu sienn." And with weak knees Alem accepted the dart. And so they began....
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 17, 2021 4:18:43 GMT -8
And there they were. Still going. And he was good! And she was whipping his ass! So Alem's mind raced. And there it was. Right forearm. Blue ink. Mouth open but slight she stated at the tattoo. A fist. Simple really; just an outline and three numbers with to letters following: 501st. She looked up to the man then back to his arm. The 501st. Thee freakin 501st! Vader's Fist! Shaking head and looking up again the woman caught his eyes in hers -Alem- "Nu li chee?" The man froze for but a second then laughing said - Barkeep- "Not any more."
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 17, 2021 6:11:17 GMT -8
The green woman was a touch shocked. This was.... Strange. Strange to say the least. I mean really? Here she was at an obscure pub in the middle of Hell playing darts with a former member of one of the most notorious Storm Trooper units that ever existed. Like as in ever.... She had a thousand questions. None of which she even wanted to ask. And.... And -Alem- "kunta'afa!" To which her little stormtrooper said wryly -Barkeep- "Ciraa?". Fear of blushing did not worry her much but she knew full well that there were many a way to show your hand. So what then? She asked rather frantically -Alem- "Qa? Qato!?!" Still playing everything cool the man asked -Barkeep- "Kunta tuno?". This was everything but funny. And this dude.... This dude was.... Really confusing. Shaking head with mind racing a mile a minute Alem spoke her mind -Alem- "Tuklii. Kunta'afa." Nodding the barkeep, soldier boy, or whatever name floats your boat, took Alem by the hand and they left the two other Twi'leck behind....
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 17, 2021 8:39:00 GMT -8
As Gid lifted her head the bar came into focus. Slightly. Her eyes were.... Were not quite. Not was her stomach. Or. Oh no she thought. She saw. The see saw. What? Think fast. Think fast. Frantically looking around her. There! A bucket stating but a few meters to her left beckoning. She'd was the. Oh fuck! Standing. Spinning. The room was spinning. Shake your head! Oh no! Belay that order! The staggering she narrowly made her way to the pail before hurling. Then hurling again. Staggering, with pail in left hand, into the washroom the woman fell into a stall. Picking her carcass up her rear end hit the seat and with the bucket at her mouth, we'll leave the rest to the imagination
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 17, 2021 9:08:18 GMT -8
Back at the now empty bar, save our one remaining Twi'leck, that one of the blue variety, things were largely calm. Nothing stirred. Not a sound was heard. If not for the dim light near pitch black reigned. Still and dark. And such were things in the troubled mind of Shakk. Far to oft than not the storm raged inside her head but things at present were moving slow and easy. Calm before the storm? Maybe... maybe not. Time would tell that tale soon enough
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 17, 2021 10:18:48 GMT -8
Back into saddle again.... Alem came waltzing back into the tavern. Happy. The girl was lit. A wave of guilt sweeping over her, right hand sweeping the back of Shakk -Alem- "Lia'ry...." The sound of Gid hurling in the Lou struck her too. Signing deep as reality struck the woman like a of steel toed boot in the nads. It hurt to be sure. And such was life.... Sitting the Twi'leck thought. And she became lost in that for but a moment. In a moment the Universe can turn, so they say. In but a moment
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 17, 2021 13:02:06 GMT -8
Tripping from the Lou the red Twi'leck declared -Gid- "Ryma geeiy'tak alesh!" And with that she exited the tavern. Alem, charged by the bold statement, and indeed call to arms, stood, throwing Shakk over her left shoulder and scampering behind her sister
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Apr 16, 2022 11:09:33 GMT -8
The seedy tavern owned by one Louie Ghernis was one that few reputable people ever entered. The stale, smoky air was hard on the lungs and the place reeked of sweaty spacer and musty wookiee, clearly the barely functioning air scrubbers were completely out of order. A brief reprieve from the odor came as the door to the tavern slid open and sucked some of the air out into the streets of Mos Eisley, taking with it some of the cool air from inside. A man silhouetted in shadow by the twin suns at his back stands tall in the doorway, his duster billowing in the wind. He takes a look around the bar before he steps in, and the door closes behind him returning the bar to dim light, the man all but disappears in the moment of blindness as everyone's eyes readjust to the dark and he strides to the nearest booth takes a seat. It's only a few moments before the servo droid comes around for his order and a hand emerges from the shadowy booth to input the order before the droid chirps produces a glass and dispenses an amber colored liquid into the glass. A lighter ignites and for the first time the eyes of the man are visible to the bar as he lights his cigarra and looks around the bar once more. As the light fades and he is once again covered in shadow a plume of smoke enters the light and his free hand clasps around the glass. "That'll be all droid." The droid chirps and wheels away as the man takes another drag off his cigarra and the door to the bar slides open once more. |
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