Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Hunter]

(Mar-Jo Komus)

"Hey, thanks. Temrash was it? I'm Mar-Jo Komus, Jedi Knight from Coruscant." Grinning as he said this, mainly because he was a little loopy from the blood loss.

"Also, if any Imperials come looking for me, I was never here. Understand?"

Letting Temrash lead the way to the ship, he started to scratch at the stump of his arm.

[Shenmue654]

Mar smirks, glancing at Myitt's injury. "True, true. You're hardly in a state to go off fighting massive demons. But then again, neither am I. And I tried it."

Mar glances at his wine but thinks better of that idea. It's immensely tempting, but it's better not to get drunk again after it made him speak so...bluntly, for lack of a better description. Breekan still seems to be fiddling with the strange liquid, and Ossanlin seems to be outside tackling the demon. With any luck we'll be rid of the hideous thing and I can relax. As well as determine exactly what relation Crayak's relations have to Him. They seem to exhibit rather bizarre behavior periodically.

[Chad32]

"Don't worry Mar-Jo. The Empire is no friend of mine either." Temrash said, thinking he meant the Yeerk Empire. He made it to Morgan's ship, and knocked on the door. "I've got another patient for you, Morgan! If you have room!"

(You know, I could probably make a Sith...No! Bad Chad! No additional characters! *slap*)

[Myitt]

((Hehe Chad...maybe if you make one of your other characters fly away somewhere? xP))

"Not monkey, you idiots," Myitt snaps good-naturedly.  "A monk, like a sort of religious person who always wears robes and lives in the mountains somewhere, being...all peaceful and things like that." 

She turns to Mar-Jo quickly when he explains that he's a Jedi Knight.  "Well I'll be damned," she says, shaking her head.  "He's a lunatic."

<Oh, come on, weirder **** has happened here,> Tara scowls.  <What if he really is a Jedi?>

<Maybe, that would explain why he's so damn calm when his arm's off,> Myitt replies.

"A Jedi, see, I told you," Corliss' host Mike breaks in, shaking Myitt out of her reverie.  "A bleeding Jedi.  This place is too weird for me." He looks at Breekan.  "That is what he said, right?  It's been a very long few days, I could easily be confused."

Myitt eyes Mar.  "Well, Mar, you're apparently suicidal and there's a Jedi walking around the bar, after a fight with demons from a video game, or hell, or wherever.  It's just like 90210.  And before you ask, don't ask."

[Breekan1]

Breekan holds his hands up. "So wait, a Jedi is kind of like a monkey, which is a religious human that wears robes and lives in trees, and does not mind losing limbs?"

[Darth Revan]

((Haha, Chad, I was actually thinking of bringing in a reincarnated, reformed version of Darth Maul. But I was going to wait until the battle outside died down. Even then I was going to wait a while to let the atomosphere die down.))

[Myitt]

"No, Breekan, look, a monk is a real life religious human, very much on the ground without tails or fur.  A Jedi is a fictional religious human, sort of easily confused with monks, except where I'm from, they're in a goddamned fictional movie about outer frigging space!"  She calms herself down and takes a breath, continuing.  "What I'm trying to say is, they aren't supposed to exist.  But then again, we're in a bar filled with aliens in outer space.  Maybe we aren't supposed to exist, either."  She barks a laugh, shaking her head again.  "Bartender, can I have a cream soda?"

The bartender obliges and sets down a frosty mug.

[Darth Revan]

((Not only from space, but from the extreme past. ))

[Myitt]

((Not only from space, but from the extreme past. ))

((And a galaxy far, far away...x3))

[Hunter]

((Not only from space, but from the extreme past. ))

((And a galaxy far, far away...x3))

((yes, yes we are... gah... i need Gaz to post!))

[Darth Revan]

((I need Zombie to post!!))

[Chad32]

(I need both to post! lol.) )

[Hunter]

((well, i can't post until Gaz posts!))

[Six]

((Ima getting round to it, hold your horses))

[Shenmue654]

Mar cackles, glancing at Myitt. "Don't be surprised if a number of apparently fictional people appear in this Bar. You might remember dimly that many people on Earth had doubts about the existence of beings like me. So you could say that this place is the crossroads of the ethereal, real, and unreal."

Mar takes another sip of his wine glass, looking amused. The battle with the demon is going quite well, and he figures that the bar's regulars are no longer in danger. "Or perhaps the Space Bar is simply a place where people of all three kinds go to get away. I admit that it's nice to avoid doing my job for a while."