Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Darth Revan]

"They were a dark green. I was always told I had my mother's eyes."

[Midnight_Huntress]

She tilted her head in thought, her dark hair falling over her shoulder. Then she smiled. "They started a dark green and now they have a golden tint to them. Like you have a light trying to come out."

[Darth Revan]

"Well I..." Parker blushed. Wow, I haven't blushed in years. What the hell is wrong with me? "I don't know about that. I mean, I wasn't the only one who had a discoloration like this. Although mine was the only radical change."

[Midnight_Huntress]

She gave a giggle as he blushed. "well, whatever the cause, it suits you."

[Darth Revan]

"Thanks. You know I'm really beginning to like this bar. At first when I arrived, there were tons of crazies trying to destroy us. For a moment I thought the only thing this place attracted, was trouble. I'm glad to know I was wrong."

[Midnight_Huntress]

She laughed again. "You aren't the only one. When I first got here, so much was going on, I thought I might go insane. Then you started talking to me. I was wrong, too." she smiled.

[Darth Revan]

"Ha-ha. You thought that was insane? Oh boy. You're lucky you came in when you did. Did you see the hole in the roof?" Parker asks slightly to himself, "Or has that healed over yet? Either way, that was from me. I shoved my last plasma grenade into the skull of some weird demon dog that just would not die. Did a backflip into the air, and when it exploded, the shockwave hit my shields," Parker slams his fist into his chest and his personal shield shines around his entire suit, "it sent me flying into the air. I underestimated the force, and went through the roof, through the ceiling, and landed on your dad's table." Again, slightly to himself, "Speaking of which I think I owe him a replacement drink."

[Midnight_Huntress]

Her eyes were bright as he told his tail and she was smiling. When he was finished she was laughing. "Wow, I have to say, I haven't been in a fight like that one eefore, mine were simply for jobs or something."

[Darth Revan]

"Heh, oh that was just the ending. I'd tell you the whole tale, but the sun might set and rise again." Parker's eyes widen momentarily from the memory of the fight that resulted in him catapulting into the bar.

"What kind of jobs would you do?"

[Alic]

((uh wow I missed out. Ill read and post tomorrow))

[Midnight_Huntress]

"It used to be whatever I could get, and for a time I was a demon hunter. Now I knda of do like my rather does." she said and smiled.

[Darth Revan]

"'Demon hunter? That sounds like fun. We SPARTANs are actually known as 'demons' to our enemies."

[Midnight_Huntress]

"Well, it got ugly sometimes. And i can honestly say I never fought one of your kind. I would deffinitly remember someone like you. Although I did get my butt kicked by one demon, almost dragonlike......gav e me a scar, too." she said and pulled back her cloak where she wore leather trousers and a midriff vest. Across her left side of her midsection, was a ragged looking scar.

[Darth Revan]

"Whew, that's a beaut. I'd show you some of mine, but uh, getting out of here's rather 'involved'." Parker lifts his arms to show a lack of seams in his suit. "Let me tell you though. The impressive ones are uh, a little embarrassing to show."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((The Mirage looks something like an irridescent silver sting-ray except the wings are a bit narrower and curved up a bit at the tips, and the tail is arched up over the body.))

Ossanlin nods as he commands the computer to broadcast the received messages broadband, and almost commands the frequency to open before Claxter steps forward and hits the manual activation and takes command of the transmission.  Ossanlin nearly reprimands the Warrior for acting so impulsively but holds his thoughts for the time being.  This transmission was more important.

He commands the support field to disengage after the transmission finishes and the gentle uplift provided by the energy field vanishes from underneath Efaen.  <An extremely complicated situation indeed.>  He watches impassively as the two young andalites look at each other...and smiles a bit inwardly.  He privately commands the computer to lock the Mirage's systems down so that only the hatch, and short-range comminicators are accessible by anyone but himself, and turns to walk out of the medbay.  <Well, it seems you two are getting along well.  If you need anything Efaen, you can send a thought.  Claxter, I expect you to behave as a Warrior.  We will speak later.  I have another friend that I must assist now.>

Ossanlin had sensed a familiar presence drawing closer to his ship and trots down the ramp, emerging from his ship and transforming along the way, his body rippling with silver until his fur, blade, and hooves gleam in the sunlight, his sky-blue eyes once again glowing intensely.  His improved senses pick up Mar's familiar energy signal almost immediately and he makes his way to the interdimensional being.  <You require assistance.  I happen to have a few spare moments now, I will be happy to help you retrieve your avatar.>

The air around Ossanlin seems to begin to shimmer and flux in miniscule waves, light twisting and warping ever so slightly, like looking through a rising column of warm air on a sunny day, as he begins to distort time and prepares to make the transition into the timestream.  The visual effect around him would be quite unique if anyone happened to be looking his way.  He waits to go any further for Mar to prepare himself as well.  <Whenever you're ready friend.>