Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Myitt]

The heat of the combined Dracon backwash sends Myitt backward, wincing.  Electricity crackles around the metal seams of the bar counter. 

Without much time to react, Seran slams into her, knocking her backward into the pile of bar seats that has collected behind her.  Her injured Dracon arm is pinned against her chest, and she snarls in pain and frustration.  "Goddamnit!" she seethes, struggling.

The strong reptilian visser tries to grab her Dracon arm but it's already pinned pretty well, so his wrist blades succeed in slicing up her jacket and her lower right arm.  More pain.  Irrelevant...there would be even greater pain if she didn't get out of this mess.  In the midst of their struggle she tries to maneuver the weapon outward, into Seran's chest, not really knowing or caring that the settings dial has clicked itself to high stun rather than blast-a-hole-into-ten-feet-of-titanium-alloy--something that would make the backwash hit both of them rather than just the target. 

She fires the weapon, way, way too close to both her upper torso and Seran's, making her Dracon hand go completely numb.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Seran:

*his body impacts against Myitt's, his blades digging into her host's flesh.  She snarls, a sight that Seran takes great pleasure in.  But before he can subdue the treacherous Yeerk, he gasps for air and crumples, his chest going numb and collapsing.  He takes a knee and then roles to the side, trying to gasp for air, not able to make his stunned lungs work properly.  He pounds his chest, trying to elicit some sort of feeling from it, trying to make the host's lungs work.  He finally manages to take in a breath of air, he begins to get to his feet, and stands up to see Myitt leaning against bar-stools, dracon-hand still grasping her weapon.*

*He becomes aware of the other hork-bajir limping forward from the back corner of the bar, his own dracon aimed at Seran.  No...wait, that wasn't a dracon beam, that was a shredder!  What's more, that hork-bajir was wearing a pair of swords...that seemed very familiar...then Seran began laughing.  Every laugh was followed by a cough and a shudder from his host, but suddenly the situation was very funny indeed.*  "O...Oss *cough* anlin...of..course.  Hah.  Come back...for another bout?  Hah!"  *Seran gestures to the milling hork-bajir whom had become entranced watching the fight, technically Visser 3's contingent, but he knew he could rile them up.*  "That hork-bajir holding a shredder....hah, he's a morphed andalite!  And a highly...*cough*...ranked War Prince!  Capture him!"  *the hork-bajir looked around in confusion and then recognized the shredder in Ossanlin's hand, their faces grew very grim as Gallard echoed around the room, Seran twisted his face into a grotesque smile, still wheezing but gaining better control of his host with each passing moment.*  "Capture the human female as well, she's a traitor to the Empire!"  *suddenly the hork-bajir began to advance, each controller eager for his own piece of reward for the capture of these two valuable potential prisoners.*


Ossanlin:

*manages to grab his shredder and stands, favoring his injured leg.  A muffled "tsseewww" sounded from under Seran's massive body and he gasped, rolling to the side.  Myitt's dracon was held limply in her hand as Seran struggled on the floor.  Seran managed to regain his composure and looked from Myitt to him, seeing the shredder.  Ossanlin watched as recognition passed its way across Seran's face...then confusion, then...mirth?  The controller started to laugh, wheezing and coughing at the same time.  The controller finally recognized who he was.* 

<<Yes Seran, what a fool you've been for not seeing me sooner.>>

*Seran suddenly turned to the hork-bajir around him and apprised them of the situation...this was not looking good.  Not to mention Ossanlin was getting close to his morph limit, he needed to return to his andalite form soon or risk becoming a nothlit.  The other hork-bajir controllers began to advance on both Myitt and himself.  He limped closer to Myitt, still holding his shredder out towards the group.*

<<Are you alright?>>  *he send a private thought-speech to Myitt*  <<I think we'd better think of something fast...>>

[Myitt]

Myitt glares around at the throng of Hork-Bajir, moving her Dracon to her left hand--not her host's best shooting hand, but the only one that was relatively ininjured and capable of feeling. 

"I can distract these sons of b*tches if you morph back to Andalite," she says raggedly to Ossanlin.  Very thirsty all of a sudden.  She swallows again and glances briefly at her bloody right arm, sliced in several places, and deeply.  Her right hand is still numb, and she flexes it curiously. 

<Ugh, it's like Novocaine,> Tara murmurs.  <Hurry up and look back at the goddamned Hork-Bajir, they're looking at us like they're at a Chinese buffet.>

She looks back up at the soldiers of Visser Three, stepping away from the temporarily incapacitated Seran, and aims uncomfortably with her left hand. 

<We're going to die.>

<No we're not,> Myitt snaps, and she fires at a couple of the closest Hork-Bajir, still on a high stun.

[Shark Akhrrana]

Two short figures entered the room and stared at the chaos.
"totally what you were expecting brother?" the shortest one asked
"uh mostly" The taller one answered as he and his brother sat at a table.
The two were freelance Skrit Na traders who had taken their own small ship and parted ways from the larger ships they usually used.
"So Arri you think this is a good place to make plans?" teh young Na asked
"yeah and a good place to make connections too. just listen in and see if anyone is looking for something. Just think of what we have ad if you have something to offer well..ou know what to do" Arri said with a smile.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

((NOTE to Shark Akhrrana: The bar is currently filled with Hork Bajir and Howlers. Conversation probably isn't plausible right now! Welcome to the GESB!   ))

[Shark Akhrrana]

(ooc: that is nice to know thanks)
"Arrri I DON'T THINK THEY ARE INTERESTED IN BUYING ANYTHING"
"JUST WAIT FOR THE BATTLE TO END Ain"
The two brothers stared at the battle for a bit wondering who would win and started making bets on the battle

[Breekan1]

Breekan rips into the two Howlers, his claws going through them far too easily. Their skin melds and mushes around him as they regenerate- he stands covered head to toe in their goopy fleshy mess as they attempt to reconstitute themselves around his body.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal remains perfectly still on the floor, apart from the rise and fall of her chest as she pants. She stares up at B1 with unblinking eyes.

[Gumby]

Conner fired numerous shots at the howlers, destroying them, but depleting his charge rapidly. Outside, the medical officer takes the kids tape off his mouth and fires his machine gun at the creatures, one, two, three fall, but he ran out of ammo. He screamed, as Howlers ripped him apart. Conner grabs a com system.

"We need troops down here, and we ned them now! Come armed to the teeth, howlers!"

[Kit Cloudkicker]

As the officer holding him falls dead, Keirdan gets up from the ground, and calmly enters the bar through the shattered front door. He picks through the crowd, seeking out Shalner and Breekan1. As he approaches them, he stops in his tracks. He opens and closes his mouth as he stares at Breekan1 with strange fur and spikes, standing over a bloody, unmoving Shalner. His eyes flash red. He opens his mouth. He screams.

***

The windows of the bar blow out. The tumblers and bottles stored under the bar top shatter and burst. The BT's hologram flickers, and fades. The Hork Bajir in the bar fall to the ground, unconscious.

***

A split second before Keirdan screams, Shalner lurches towards Breekan in an attempt to warn him. She misses him, and falls back to the ground, covering her head with both arms.

[Breekan1]

The Howlerskin subsuming Breekan ripples and boils, the Howlers screaming as they're reduced to inert, dead muck. The tar bubbles out of Breekan's broken ears, replaced by spurts of blood as he falls to the ground, writhing. The blood washes the scratches off of the marks on Breekan's suit, revealing the symbol of the Crayak, unmarred. Breekan's head pulsates once, very slightly. He stands back up.

[Gumby]

A transport starts heading down, only for the scream wave to crush it, obliterating it. Conner looked, saw the child start to scream, and was bowled over in a fit of agony. His ears and eyes bled, and he screamed his throat soar. His com unit vaporized, and his weapon exploded. He hit the ground, writhing.

Above, the human vessels suddenly ceased movement, and started drifting.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

((Okay, Gumby, sorry, but I have to do this. You are POWERGAMING. Having unlimited troops that you can call in as you please, continually firing at people at point-blank range, and not responding to the actions of others - Keirdan's scream should have knocked you out like it would anyone else, is powergaming. This isn't okay, and it makes you no fun to role play with. I know that Keirdan's scream is a big honkin' controlling thing for me to have, but it's the ONLY weapon (other than a regular old knife that Shalner has), that ANY of my characters has, and it's only the THIRD time that I've used it in SEVEN years of playing his character. There is a BIG difference between what I did there, and what you're doing between firing point blank at me, and calling in all of these troops whenever you feel that your character is threatened. I'm sorry to be harsh, but I'm starting to lose interest in this RP now because of this issue. From this point on I'm no longer going to acknowledge anything you post that so unfairly threatens my own, or any other player's character, or that calls in an unreasonable amount of backup force or weaponry.))

[Myitt]

((Erm.  Sorry Conner, she kind of has a point.  You've got to be considerate in an RPG.))

Myitt pauses in the middle of aiming a shot at another Hork-Bajir, the deafening sonic horror of Kierdan's scream hitting her full force.  Never have either of them experienced the child's most dangerous power. 

Well, first time for everything.

She collapses onto the sawdusty floor, eyes rolling back, Dracon clattering to the floor.

[Gumby]

((Sorry, get carried away sometimes. Anyway, changed post))