Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Breekan1]

"Things? What th-" Breekan listens for a moment. The blackness begins to creep in again, conquering the gold for space in Breekan's fur. He sits down, and looks slowly towards Conner.

"Howlers," he says.

***
They rip open the door.

[Gumby]

Conners gun was out in a flash. He fired at own, and vaporized it. He called up a com.

"We need soldiers at the bar, ASAP!"

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal moans softly, and her eyes flutter. She's beginning to regain consciousness.


***

Keirdan throws up, but with the tape over his mouth, he begins to choke on the vomit.

[Breekan1]

"Oh, thank God!" Breekan says. "How are you feeling? We need to get out of here. He's sent-" Breekan is interrupted by the sound of an exploding Hork Bajiir.

[Myitt]

Myitt glances at the door as it is unceremoniously torn down by bizarre lava creatures who look like they have a serious mean streak.  She has never seen them before, but knowing her friends are the children of Crayak, and judging from the sense of foreboding these creatures give off, she wonders vaguely if these creatures belong to them. 

Both of her arms hurt now.  "F*ck," she hisses, Seran still breathing down her throat, her Dracon arm trembling from wound trama...or the fact that she's fearful for her continued existence. 

A Hork-Bajir growls and sinks to the floor, greenish-blue blood seeping from its eyes and ears and nostrils, then it is simply torn apart.  This doesn't exactly help.  "Huh," is all Myitt can stammer, staring back at Seran as he looms over her.  Several bar chairs have at this point been knocked over and pushed aside as she tries to get out of arm's reach, but she doesn't much care--a goddamned Hork-Bajir just exploded twenty feet away, and her head hurts more than her arms, quite suddenly.

<What the Jesus Christ are those things?!> Tara yells silently in her own head.

<I don't know!> Myitt yells back.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((Sorry guys, I didn't have a great chance to get on the forum over the weekend...I'll post a response as soon as I can Myitt...sorry.  I'm in class at the moment, just letting y'all know I'm not dead.))

[Myitt]

((Oops, posted from my phone.  No worries Ozzy ))

[Pez001]

Torran wakes up at the sound of the door exploding inwards.
"Oh, jeezis," he groans, holding his head gingerly. "What the hell did I drink?"

He glances up at the lava creatures. He blinks, rubs his eyes, then shakes his head. "Great. And now I'm hallucinating." At least I hope I'm hallucinating.

He clicks off his gun's safety, just to be safe.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal coughs, and opens her eyes. She remains on the floor, but looks towards the sound of the door breaking in. "What the he** is it!? Where did it go?"

[Breekan1]

"Howlers," Breekan whispers. He reaches into a panel on his chest, digging around in his torso for sometime before pulling out a small black electrode which he attaches to the side of his skull. His teeth are chattering. "They're just outside. We'll be just fine."

[Myitt]

Myitt, on the other hand, is not just fine.  Her head feels like it's being relentlessly squeezed in a vice, and those creatures look just about as deadly as the visser with the intent of disabling her so she can be packaged up all nice for the Council of Thirteen.

Not to mention her bloody arm still hurts like a motherf*cker.

Just another day off at the bar, really.

<Myitt?>

<What?> she snaps anxiously.

<If we get out of this alive, I am so totally getting us tickets to Palm Beach.  Christ, I can't feel my arms...>

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal struggles to sit up, still breathing heavily, still glowing brightly. She almost immediately drops back onto the ground. She sighs. "Thank god they left. They're the last damn thing we need right now. They were being so quiet...do you think this is a new troop?"

[Breekan1]

Breekan shoots Shal a concerned look. The muffled howls grapple with something in his chest. They wrench at the blackness on his fur, swishing it back and forth across his face. "Do you nnnnnnnaguth!" he coughs out a scream, his eyes burn red for a moment before the blackness subsides somewhat. "Do you nnnot hearr th-that?"

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Seran:

*grins to himself as his arm blades connect and give Myitt, or rather Tara, yes that was her host's name, and deep wound.  Not as deep as he'd hoped, but a hit nonetheless.  He begins to advance again and a piercing pain echoes through his head as the howlers scream.  He squeezes his eyes shut against the pain and is stunned for a moment.*  "Not now!"

*he grits his teeth in a grimace and spins, lashing his tail out at Myitt's legs, hoping to sweep her to the floor where she might be more easily contained.  At the same time he sees a bladed arm swinging toward his face.  He puts up both hands defensively, intercepting the incoming blade with his arm.  He grunts as the blade cuts into his host's flesh, the bladed arm belongs to another hork-bajir.*  "You fool!  What do you think you're doing?"  *he throws the other hork-bajir off and turns towards Myitt, his bladed tail lashing at her again.*  "The Council will reward me handsomely for you, Myitt..."


Ossanlin:

*yells in rage as a blade cuts into Tara's arm but then yelps in pain as his sensitive hork-bajir ears succumb to the screams of howlers.*  <<How in the moons did they get here?!>>  *there was no time to worry about that at present, the immediate threat was to Myitt and her host.  he regains his composure and leaps forward at Seran just as the controller pirouettes to lash his tail at Myitt.  He slashes at Seran with an arm, but manages only to score a glancing blow on Seran's arm as he intercepts the blow.  He gets thrown back into the crowd as Seran turns back to face Myitt again.  This was not good, he had to think of something fast.  he wasn't even aware that his communicator was still open, waiting for his response to the Tyrennian.*

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((Why are all the girls displayed as guys and all the guys displayed as girls?))  O_o