(what does your species look like?)
((Oh, got back from my halfway ultrasound today, and I'm having a baby boy! *cheers!* ))(( :o omg! nice to hear it! *cheers!*))
My guards surrounded me in a flash.
Note: All effects are irreversible until the Bartender decides so.))
(You're kidding! Wow.)
(You're kidding! Wow.)
(Not at all! Myitt, Applix, Ossanlin, Breekan1, Alic, Prince Ronny and I have been RPing this since around the time Animorphs was first released. Welcome aboard! Feel free to ask any questions you might have. :) )
((I went to drink ONE pitcher with a friend.. I don't know why I always tell myself just one.. It turned into 3 and 2 vodka/cranberry. ))
((Kids that were born in the nineties should still be in Kindergarten... ))>>> THIS!! UGH! )))
(( OOOHHH YYEAAHA LOOK HOW COOL I AM IM AT THE LIBRARY!! The 12 year old next to me is looking at porn and im on raf, so uber kewl!!! :-X ))
The bartender stares blankly at Blue, a hint of amusement almost passing over his face at the request for a job application. He continues to dry a already dry glass.
(Gaz and Zoshonel are actually outside the bar.)
"Well," he exhales, "could be worse, eh? Could be raining."
((Shal and Breekan are also on the Vagabond.))
((Uh, no one's in the actual bar. Everyone's outside, or fighting.))
((Uh, no one's in the actual bar. Everyone's outside, or fighting.((Heyas. :) I'd probably be down for a Chicago meetup. Are there more details on that somewhere?))
Hey X, long time no see :P Just so you know, since I'm going to forget to send you a message on AIM...some of us RAFpeeps are meeting up in the Chicagoish area for Halloween. You should be there.))
((thats what i ment.. how many pplz, cept me and parker are in the general vecinity of the bar?))((AX is in the bar now.))
((I'll wait for Hunter's response before I take further action.))
Shoot it if you want, bullets dont do much, and It may change form to better eat you with.
THIS MY NEW/OTHER CHARACTER
Name: Khazrak, Devourer of Souls
Appearance: (http://paizo.com/image/content/CrimsonThrone/PZO9008-PestilenceDemon.jpg)
This is just one of its innumerable forms; I will post either a Picture or a description of its current form when it changes.
Weapons: its weapons consist of the claws, teeth, tusks and other natural weapons of the forms it assumes, it will however, pick up weapons if the need arises.
Some background info:
This Demon travels from plane to plane, searching different realities to claim souls to extend its own unnatural life, the souls of thousands upon thousands it has consumed lend it the ability to change form, to better deceive those it preys upon.
It has existed since before any known history and plans to remain in existence until the End of Time.
It has some demonic abilities and is able to create a dark fire that sears with a burning cold, the fire does no apparent physical damage but it causes intense and sometimes crippling pain as it saps away at Strength and Will.
The Devourer has recently turned its attention to what seems to be an abundance of strong souls.
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A gap was torn between a Hellish Plane and the pocket of existence known as the Galaxies Edge Space bar, what came through the gap was a horrifically ravaged creature, broken wings trailing the ground behind it as it stepped through, a gurgling breath escaped its head, which was no more then an elongated toothed skull.
Maggots infested its frail-looking limbs, and a spasm wracked its thin frame as it looked slowly at its new surroundings, a long purple tongue, barbed along its length slipped out of its mouth and tested the air.
Khazrak the Devourer of Souls inhaled deeply through its nostrils, and licked its lipless mouth it could taste the vitality of this place and it tasted sweet indeed.
It moved slowly towards where it could sense a group of vital souls, it might have once moved faster but for now it was content to let itself be seen, as its deceptively frail body was far stronger then it looked.
OOC
Muahaha!! Fear my frail Demonic form!
Tis oughta be fun
Oh, yeah, I'm heading towards the group with Hunter, Parker, Ossalin and others in it
>:D
~
It was already falling apart even though it had recently Devoured the Souls of a large population, with a click of its jaw it expended some energy to Consume some of the stored Souls that were always kept in a disease riddled part of its mind.
Some of its flesh restored visibly and one of its wings cracked and shifted back into a more natural position on its back as the Consumed energies restored part of its shattered and beaten frame.
~
Khazrak was growing hungry, perhaps these Mortals could provide a meal and entertainment, a creak emerged from its jaw as it nodded to itself, a meal it needed and soon.
It coughed, hawked and spat out a lump of decaying flesh, which it scooped up and placed inside its jaws, chewing slowly. Not even its own decayed flesh provided it with much sustenance, it had to eat and it would do so now.
The Devourer of Souls took a few more staggered steps towards the Mortals, heedless of anything that might be able to harm it, it would have to be a powerful thing to be able to destroy the Devourer.
OOC:
Shoot it if you want, bullets dont do much, and It may change form to better eat you with.
C(I'm bribik< )drink
C(I'm bribik< )drink(I think she conveys her situation well enough. Lol!)
((Aww, Parker! You haven't read the Halo books, have you?
((No worries Terenia, good luck! And hey what's your signature picture's quote from?))
Parker runs straight after the beast. He activates his sword and aims to fly straight towards the beast's tail. <I'll take you apart piece by piece.>
Above the demon, he flew, and shot down to attack. He bared his fangs to begin draining the demonic blood from the creature, to syphon energy from it.
(Hopefully he won't dodge at just the right second for my Vampire and Parker to collide with each other in comical fashion.)
((Two characters flying towards the demon at the same time? This looks good!))
((I agree wholely to all of the rules, and any future guidelines instituted by the "vets". I only have Parker (Although I suppose Thor could be considered a character), so no worries on my end.
Terry, what happened to Hunter? Isn't he at the target range with his new pistol?))
((oh, and because the Jedi had to cut his own arm off, the Lightsaber cauterised the wound as he cut, so if u could plz fix ur post... XD))
((Not only from space, but from the extreme past. ;D))
((Not only from space, but from the extreme past. ;D))
((And a galaxy far, far away...x3))
((The Hound was already big, it didnt get any bigger, just so you guys know))
((I'd like to be the one who says my name in public, thank you very much! X3 So yes, that makes me "Kelly."))
(Didn't the hound get sucked into the void? Or is that particular one still alive? It would be badass, though.)
Scooting himself out the door, still sitting down on his backside, he got about a meter away from the bar before he started to hyperventilate...
((Dammit, you guys posting more then once with interaction/fighting with my Daemon or Hound makes my job of replying much harder))
(and Gaz and Morgan are just hanging out in the bar. Fletcher is outside)
Parker saw the new bar patron walk in. He was awestruck by her beauty. His visor cut through the darkness under her cloak and saw her pale skin and saw her dark black/blue hair, but the thing that called out to him most were her eyes, a vibrant silver blue, unlike anything he had ever seen. He stood up to his full 7'6" height and walked over to her. He extended his hand in greeting and said with a mist in his voice, "Hi, I'm SPARTAN 8-2-1, Parker. You are?"
((This is what Parker looks like: http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x315/BTHR_Zero_X/Halo%203%20Profile%20Armour%20Pics/Spartan%20Armours/12Hayabusa-KatanaRightShot.jpg ))
(Talk abou what?)
((I put it in like this so yes. BTW Venom did u put in HIM?))
DEAR SWEET MOTHER OF GOD NO!!!!!!!!!!!!! -- Breekan1, 18:18:01 07/12/02 Fri
My little sister is having a sleepover, and I don't know the local pastor's phone number... *puts on army helmet and fatigue. Takes out holy water, bible, and cross* Looks like I'll have to preform the excorcism myself.
[spoiler] [/spoiler] tags."They were a dark green. I was always told I had my mother's eyes."Did anyone else think Harry Potter when they read this? lol))
Parker looks at Gaz, "So, that's all good and fine, but what's his dead body doin' here?"
((Hellooooo dialect Elayne :P ))
Claxter's attempt to enter behind her.
((No, it's okay. Our characters aren't doing much anyhow.))
Parker sees Silver go to the window. She must not have seen his reach. He excused himself from the circle and sat next to her. "How ya doing? Nervous?"
trying to play it close to his chest
trying to play it close to his chest
((Hmm... that's an oddly human phrase for Claxter to be saying it. ^-^ :rofl2: I'm just messing with ya Chad. ;D ))
Parker nodded to Morgan as he left the bar. "Yeah, you got it." He turned to Silver, "You ready?"
(Ok! We've gotten to the point where I'm going to start a separate thread for this little adventure.)
((
btw, Tara, is Corliss ever coming back? :P ))
(Temrash is a Hork-Bajir controller, but yeah he identifies as male. Morgan's wife isn't named Nora? Where did I get nora from? Ok, I guess I messed that up.)
((Quickest--please use OOC parentheses for your OOC posts, okay? It just breaks up the in character flow.))(fixed it about five minutes later when I realized it sorry, kind of out of it stil))
"I did what was right, but I didn't have to make him suffer that way," says Myitt distantly, moving her hands back to the bar counter. "I killed Zorish because I had to, I'm not some murdering lunatic. None of them understood that it was too great a risk to allow him to live. But...I acted too rashly. He didn't deserve to die like that."
She ignores The Director, too lost in her own brooding thoughts to really hear anything else.
Also, Goku, just a friendly reminder, make sure your characters do have weaknesses and are not Mary Sue/Gary Stu characters. Enjoy the rp!))
~~ is Dante talking to keiko? And where did gaz poof too? ~~
Apparently someone behind her in the hallway has shot her in the back with a Stun. The shot was taken at a high angle, so it didn't hit quite right. She's still conscious. Unfortunately, she can barely move. She can't run.
Yay, welcome back Patty! You can say that Alic ran after Myitt and Corliss. She hasn't posted in a while either, where'd she go?))
(What kind of character did you have, Ronny? I've never heard of you. I am but a wee newbie, ignorant of your prestige. ;))
He made note of the new Andalite that approached the bar. As he attempted to look comfortable, The Director called out, "Sorry mate, you're not really pulling it off."
((Okay, so by "absorb the force", I'm gonna assume the bullets are gonna just stop and drop to the ground. It would help to have those details transcribed though. 'Cause you're the only know that knows what happens against your technology, so we need those details posted. Thanks.((Yeah, the bullets won't pass through, but they'll hit the shield and fall to the ground (by 'absorbing the force' I mean it'll counter the force with the right amount to stop or neutralize it. Again, within limits... does that make sense?) The person holding the gun will feel a fraction of the actual force, but with bullets, it's too tiny to notice. You, on the other hand.... And yes, the shields are a 'blue-and-green' color, and I have three guys projecting them, in a kind of triangle that protects them from all sides... except from above, I guess.))
Also, are the shields visible; and how many shields are currently up?))
”Something's wrong” Andromeda said. “Somebody's on the ship!”((( I think that and what Desmond said are all that's said about me being in the ship, before we ran out.)))
”Defensive Maneuvers! NOW!!! Do not harm them! I repeat, DO NOT harm anyone!”
After that little episode, Cody took in what tamora had said. "I know what it feels like to not have anyone care about me. I was deemed too dangerous to myself and others, so they tucked me away in a room where it seemed like the only people who knew I existed were the doctors that kept me drugged up on meds, and other people like myself."
Lennan and Charlotte finished tending to the fallen soldiers' wounds; they'd stopped the bleeding and cleaned the area.I'm don't think you guys have already taken off yet, but tell if y'all have...)))
"Not entirely. Parker's good at planning. Personally I've been out of practice at leading forces. Obviously we'll need to find our friends quickly, and be prepared for them to be used as body shields if they aren't deemed too important as specimens to risk getting killed. We'll also want to find a way to get an advantage on our hands. Acquire a bargaining chip of our own, perhaps."" Maybe there's someway we could help with an advantage there..." Carson explained "It seems that we weren't too valuable to him, but maybe y'all could pretend we're your hostages, or something to that effect. Maybe we pretend that the four of us have taken over the ship for him.... We're glad to help you get back at this scum anyway we can."
(With great power comes great responsi-*BANG* *dies*)(((Oh my gosh, that's one of the funniest things I've ever heard!)))
The Director observes the bar before seeing that Terenia has already found a seat. He sits beside her and comments, "He doesn't too many people does he?"He doesn't what too many people? O.o ))
I may return Thordon to Anarion. I really want to bring in my new(ish) persona, Darth Revan, if it's cool with you guys. The transition may take a while; I have to find a way to get Thordon back home first.))
((Hmm. I want Keshin to come back in, but I don't want it to be unrealistically convenient. Medicine doesn't work irrationally fast, though it WAS injected. When's the best time? ))
((Revan if you want you could have darth revan blast John's ship as it comes back from giving warrens guys a burial in space. It would destroy but perhaps John would get injured it could make an interesting entrance for your character.))(((That would be interesting... but my guys might start to crack a bit if that happened. Not that you shouldn't do that if you want, I'm just letting you know.)))
((Howdy, newcomer! I've actually got a couple characters in the bar right now... what do your characters look like? Your profile picture?)))
((Guys, if we're going to have long discussions about character development, can we please have them outside of the bar thread? In fact, I'm going to make a GESB OOC thread for that purpose. Thanks guys! Love, T ;) ))
The active outer shield flickers and bulges before the small ARC beeps and displays characters signifying the outer hatch's progress is impeded by electro-magnetic force. The shield-matrix restabilizes, sending translucent blue waves around the ship through what appears to be a hovering ball of water, though that is merely the visual effect of the shield stabilization.
When they got to the "Pride" Dara went and followed Jagill. He knocked on the door. "Hey, it's Dara."
"Stay here." John said to me as he ran down the the Traveler and kicked into Z-space. Both ships shook but eventually went into Z-space when we came out we spiraled around the bar and settled into orbit.
Morgan turned when he heard the voice behind him. "Yes?" he asked. "It's all right. We're finished here. What do you need?"Rayker pointed his gun at Desmond... or rather, jabbed him with it. He was just starting to arouse from his most recent knock on the head. "Justice needs to be carried out." He said.
Fishers attention then settled on large minotaur which greeted him, identifying itself as "Captain Odysseus Morgan." Fisher's magnum immediately settled on the creatures chest as Fisher let out a wild.
"What the bloody hell are you?." After it asked him to lower his weapon, Fisher replied, looking at him suspiciously. "How about you just explain to me what you are, why that guy's dead, and how you can help me?"
"Let me see how I can sum this up," Morgan said, "ten years ago I was a normal man with a new family. The dead man in question had a vendetta against me. Had my family taken away and myself used as a human guinea pig for a secret government project. Genetic engineering. I was a captive for 5 years. Ever since I've been forced to be a smuggler. In other words, yes, I captain a pirate ship. Recently discovered my family was still alive, I had believed them dead. That man on the ground was the one responsible for their pain, mine and the pain of so many others. He was one of a handful of high-up corrupt government officials. The 'verse is better off without him."
Morgan waited to see if the explanation would be suitable enough. Even if it wasn't. It was the truth.
"And thanks to that man," Morgan added a moment later, "I just buried a valued member of my crew. A good friend who died too young. His cousin is inside the bar, only surviving family member and she's not taking it too well."
Al noticed Jackson re-enter the bar with a group of what looked to be his fellow soldiers. He turned on his stool and called to him, "Jackson! Want to play a bit more?" He held up three poker chips, which he fanned out between his fingers. "Your friends look like a fun bunch. You guys like poker?" he asked the rest of the table.The group didn't exactly appear fun at the moment. They each had an expression on their face that was some variation of bewilderment and frustration. Charlotte perked up slightly at the mention of poker, and Jackson turned to look at Al, snapped back to reality. "Huh? Oh..." he looked around at the other Beta Squaders, who looked at him. They were just watching, not seeming to care. "Yeah, we'll play..." He says, adjusting in his seat a little, ready to play. His heart wasn't into the game this time, but it had to be better than all of them sitting there loafing. Sergeant Rayker should play too, he thought.
Al watched as Temrash wandered over to the women having a disagreement and back before saying to him and Dara, "You guys are welcome to join is if you like. It's an old Earth game, so I don't expect you'd know it, but it's pretty easy to learn, if you're interested.""Five card draw?" Charlotte asked. "Why not Texas Hold 'em?" She was mildly interested, to say the least. What was with her and Rayker's love of cards?, Jackson often wondered. He had definitely enjoyed and even loved playing it with Al before, since he'd finally understood it, but those two took it to a whole different level of obsession. Charlie had once won the rights to Rayker's ship cabin for a month from a game of cards.... but that was way back when they'd had their own vessel. That sure would be handy now, Jackson thought, straightening the pile of chips Al pushed in front of him. Al's well-meant question stumped him though. "I don't know really... why are we so depressed now?" He was mostly addressing the others from his group. "We got him, didn't we? Shouldn't we be happy about that?" Jackson was confused inside. The answer was close, but... None of the others answered. After a few silent seconds from his crew, Charlie asked, "Who's bet?"
He then walked over to the table Jackson and his team were sitting at, shuffling the cards expertly. "We'll keep this simple. Game is five-card draw, deuces wild. So, why the long faces, gentlemen?" he asked as he set the cards down and began to deal out chips.
"Texas Hold'em?" Al asked. He thought for a second, sorting through his memory banks. "Ah. Turns out I do know that one. We're gonna go nothing wild, left of dealer starts." As he dealt the cards, he explained the rule differences for Jackson's benefit."Oh... oh, okay." Jackson mutters as he learns yet again how to play from Al. And he'd just gotten used to the old version.... The game began, and as might be expected, he didn't do too well on the first couple rounds. Everyone was very focused on the two cards in their hands, and the five on the table top. Charlotte and Al really knew what they were doing. He tried to tell what kind of hands they had by watching them for a few rounds, but it wasn't working too well for him, either. Al flipped the last card in the river; it was the ten of hearts. Jackson barely managed to hide the surprise he felt from expressing itself... he had four of a kind, of a pretty high card. Inwardly nervous, he pushed forward a high stack of chips. Carson folded, as did Antonio. Charlie looked him in the eye, squinted, and saw his bet. It was Al's turn....
Al ****ed his head and looked from Jackson to Charlie, then to his own hand. He had a pair of tens and a pair of Jacks; not exactly a great hand, considering the tens were on the table. Charlie was probably bluffing- Al was starting to get a sense of his play style- but Al couldn't figure Jackson out. The guy was definitely learning his way around the game quickly. He glanced at his pile of chips; not as big as he was used to, but more than he'd started with. It was always nice to play the game against people who actually knew what they were doing; most people where he came from had never heard of poker.
"Sure, I'll call," he said, pushing forward a stack of chips to match Jackson's.
A few seconds later, he had to let out a groan as he watched Jackson take his chips. He laughed and continued trying to make small talk as he gathered up the cards, shuffled, and dealt the next hand.
"Apparently whatever's got you guys down is a bit of a sore subject, so I'll leave it alone, but what brings a group of fine officers like y'all to a place like this anyway?"
Al leaned forward again. "Sounds like you guys really do have some interesting stories to tell. You're each from a different version of Earth?"Rayker seemed to remember having this conversation before, the last time he was playing cards. It was a good distraction though, and made it much easier to play with a poker face. Talk about something else and take attention from the game. This guy's good, Rayker thought.
This piqued Kikulon's interest, "Indeed? A hub between Universes? Perhaps we are from another universe. We have Human's in our universe as well, you very well may not be from our galaxy."
Fenebok mumbled something.
I spoke, "What was that Warrior?"
Fenebok glared at me, "I said perhaps he is an operative."
I laughed inwardly, "An operative? Warrior, you are filled with the strangest hypotheses."
Fenebok growled, and jumped up again. He fell to the floor, and literally crawled to Vogefac. Vekk leapt up from his chair in disgust. Fenebok tried to get up. When he failed, he swiped at Vogefac's leg. Vogefac lept. Fenebok got up, and tried to strike again...
((Sorry Scinlao. I edited my post to say bear went with John. I couldn't really see areason not to. :shrug:))
"Verywell. It has been a pleasure to meet you. Riksa'uk, John of Earth. May all your efforts be fruitful."
"I will see you later John," I said.
Kikulon cued his subcutaneous comm device, "Sovereign to RIMS Milo Khorvilis: Please lock on to Fenebok's signal and beam him up. And once you have, have the doctor remove his communicator. He is no longer working with us."
"Aye sir. As you say," Came the reply.
"Sir," I began, "May I...inform my family of all that has happened here today?"
"Of course, Capt –– Lieutenant Colonel. Of course." Vekk.
"Thank you sir." I left the room. I left just as Fenebok was stood up, and disappeared as the blue lights played around him in a cylindrical fashion, then disappeared when he was gone. My brother. He was gone. I would probably never see him until I retired. And that, I hoped, was long, long off.
I entered the Zetylon. We went to the bridge, and I walked into my ready room. I cued the transmitter, "Computer. Establish comm link to Reptilina."
~WORKING~ the machine said back, ~WILL TAKE APPROXIMATELY 30 SECONDS~.
Al decided to stay and see what the river brought up. He was taking a risk, and there was almost no way he'd be able to bluff through all four of them that were still in, but he just might be able to make something of it.Charlotte laughed at Al's little demonstation, and Rayker said, "If that's supposed to be dancin', I'd rather not. It looks more like you got fleas in your pants." And Rayker smiled at Salem's attempt at a cowboy accent. 'Well, ''y'all''s a good start, but ya need a bit more to pull off that role, bud. They all left after the little spat we had in here a few moments ago. No clue where they went...." Rayker loved using conversation to draw attention away from his excellent hand. A flush, all heats, with a queen high. He tapped on the next round of betting. Jackson folded. Tony and Charlie passed as well.
"Yeah, I do remember you telling me that," Al said to Rayker. "And you're all from... it sounds like shattered versions of the same planet. Tragic, sure, but there's so much else to see out there. I could start by teaching you guys a few crazy dance steps from the Cosmain homeworld. Similar physiology, so you should be able to do them. Some of them get reaaalllly nuts," he said, attempting to demonstrate by shimmying awkwardly in his chair.
At that moment, Salem walked in, scooting around the new guy in the doorway. "Scuse me," he said, tipping his hat slightly at the stranger. He walked up to the table where Al was sitting and handed him the display device; it was silver and about the size of a cell phone with no discernible external controls.
"Here you go. One history of Earth." He tipped his hat to the Beta Squadders at the table and said, "Howdy, y'all. I'm Salem, for those of you I don't know."
Al laughed. "Dude, you gotta stop trying for the cowboy thing. There's more to it than wearing the clothes and saying 'y'all' all the time."
Salem punched Al good-naturedly on the arm and asked the table, "Is Terenia still here? Or... Corliss, I think was his name?"
The one with energy attacks had charged forward, but stopped short. Fredrick brought his whip forward so he could ensnare her and drag her to him. "You are the one with psionic attacks. Your energy will be well received."
Artemis tried to destroy his symbols with her staff, but if it was that easy to get rid of, he wouldn't have bothered making it in dirt. The symbols just reformed again. The fire was back, though. His cape responded, and moved around him protectively.
"Uh... huh." Fiona reaches out a finger to poke the Helmacron. "I've seen mightier roaches."<SHUT UP INSOLENT FOOL! You shall not torture me with your words this way! You are an idiotic fool, and you will not hear otherwise from anyone else! I could have my ship shoot your head off if I wanted!"
Fiona smirks. "I'm sure you could," she says condescendingly. She pounds her fist on the bar. "Hey barkeep, get this guy a drink, will ya? Assuming you've got a glass small enough, that is." She turns back to the Helmacron. "You did come here to drink, didn't you? Or was it for a bath?"
Fiona ignores her. "Dyvinia Ku, huh? Well, nice to meet you. I'm Fiona, Matriarch of Absolutely Nothing. You may address me as Fiona."I humphed, <I shall address you as 'Human' if it is all the same to you.> I said sarcastically.
"Whatever floats your boat, Dyv," Fiona says, shrugging. "People have called me worse things."
"You can probably find the first two easily enough. Can't help you with the gravitational doo-hickey, though." Fiona shrugs. "I don't think I know what one looks like." She swings around to Claxter, as though just remembering his presence. "Do you know?"
(Missed that post...)
<Can't say I do, off the top of my head.> Claxter said.
<Redin. Seems like a regular drink here.> Claxter said. <By the way, the bartender takes whatever currency you have.>
"I didn't see any female Andalites. There was a girl laying on the ground out side the bar. She could have morphed." John thought about what Vogefac had said. "So this Pariah was a cannibal?"Dr. Hirojan walked to Slver, "You know, this is just my intense care unit. If you'd like I can have one of my nurses take care of you in the next room?"
Fiona eyes her for a moment. "No offense, Ku, but I don't really fear anybody. It's really not worth the effort."<Oh...well....>
The sun failed...the ground shook...what was going on?
I turned to look...a giant turtle-thing had walked up and began to sit on my stool! That ignorant fool!
<HEY!! Don't sit on me!> screamed the tiny, insignificant Helmacron.
...[OOC-Clearification....]
As he seated himself on the floor next to a vacant table...
Temrash heard a loud noise and skittering, which sounded like a Taxxon. However it was in the back and Temrash hadn't actually seen it. He thought maybe it was a member of his repair crew that got out. "I'd better go check that out. See if it was one of mine." He told kevlin, and made his way around the bar with drink in hand. The Taxxon was easy enough to follow, but when Temrash actually saw it he didn't recognize it.
"Hey. where did you come from?" he asked. Of all the species he had seen, he hadn't seen a Taxxon show up. He wondered if it was an Imperial, rebel, or just a lone Taxxon without a Yeerk.
"Yeah, I'm a Yeerk." Temrash said, having more experience listening to Taxxons talk than someone like Claxter. "Ship crashed, huh? That's pretty common around here. You're probably hungry. Or your host is if you're actually just a Taxxon. I could buy you some food, but I'm already kind of feeding two other Taxxon controllers and don't have an unlimited credit account. I don't suppose you're an Imperial?"Imperial? He didn't remember what that meant. He'd actually been a rather casual observer of himself while his Yeerk had been in charge. Iosse looked at the person talking with him. He'd probably be wonderfully lean, and not too dry, and... this was his contact with the Yeerks. This was his way home. "SSSSHhrrreeeerk .... SSSSSsssssst-Aaaahhrrfffitt. KKkkkkkuuuhnguhrrrr rie."
claxter hung back a bit and watched the commotion. How big a crew did Theta have? Was five most of it? Should he try his plan now and hope he could subdue the rest of the crew afterwards? He spared a stalkeye for Silver to see what she might do. She was breaking into small laughter.
"Isn't your species always?" Temrash said. He turned to Kevlin, who had followed him, and rolled his eyes. "Tell you what. I don't think it would be smart to let a hungry Taxxon wander around too long without food, so I'll take you somewhere to get fed. Follow me." He said. He could take the guy to the repair ship where there were food stocks laced with a medicine that reduced a Taxxon's hunger. It made them feel full longer. It did at least reduce the need for constant feeding.((Sorry I'm so slow between posts here.... :P))
He started walking towards his ship, listening for the Taxxon following him. The thing was probably already considering taking a bite out of him or Kevlin, so he was on his guard.
"Oh, hi." Mandy said. She tried to keep a low profile wherever she went, and people in general made her uneasy. However, she said: "I'm ok, things have been crazy in my life lately, but I suppose that happens to other people too. How about you?"I nodded, "I am vine. Vhat exacthly is Wrong wif your lithe?"