Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[PrinceRonny]

((Andalite Prince. I'm glad at least some of you remember me. Those who don't, ask around to the older posters. Especially SpaceBar folk. They'll fill you in. So tell me. What's the scenario right now? Are we even still in the Bar?))

[Chad32]

(Yeah, we're at the bar. There are various characters around. Mine are an Andalite Warrior inside the building, a Hork-Bajir controller currently poisoned in a ship that used to be a Visser, and an emperial controller whose Yeerk is currently feeding in a Prince's ship and whose mentally unstable host is tied up inside the bar being watched by the Warrior. I also have a Human who is just learnign that aliens exist, but I haven't done much with him. I had plans for him, but they went out the window after he and the controller who's responsible for him being here had their memories wiped. That's all my guys, and I'll let others describe their characters.)

[Midnight_Huntress]

Silver looked up at Asda in surprise and then to her parents. Morgan had composed himself and placed a reassuring hand to her arm, but she could see the fury in his eyes. She lowered her head to her knees once more and sighed sadly.

~~Silver is the daughter of Andromeda and Morgan. She was taking away from them at birth and they have been recently been reunited thanks to memories and dreams Silver had. Her nickname is silver, her real name is Artemis. She and Parker are an item he is currently on another ship guarding someone, and Silver just found out from Asda, ships doctor, that the CG has put a chip in her brain which is why whenever the CG is brought up and she becomes panicked or upset, she passes out and her memory of the CG moment blanks out.


I may draw a picture of how I see her one day.~~

[PrinceRonny]

((Holy crap. How do you keep up on so many characters? Especially in a Forum-based RPG? In a chat, maybe. In a forum? Suck!))

*lands my small fighter amid a host of other parked vehicles, some strangely familiar and others completely foreign. As I disembark from the ship, I notice a commotion both within and without of my old Haunt, the SpaceBar. Among the throngs I see some familiar faces and smile my mouthless smile, memories flooding back to me. The unfamiliar ones seem strange and awkward, like children attempting to imitate their fathers and doing an adequate, if ultimately silly, job of it. As I approach the bar I wave to some familiar faces and open the door to the greater commotion.
I can barely tell what is happening in here. People, with the term used loosely, are everywhere. Some tied up, some with weapons, others just ignoring the rest. I ignore it all until I can get a better handle on it, my main eyes focused on my destination at the bar while the stalks continue scanning the room, attempting to get a better idea of the dynamics present.*

[Chad32]

(It's not always easy. There have been characters that fade out due to unuse. Part of the reason we have multiple characters is because groups have left the planet, so we make another to interact in the bar proper. Derrel may fade if I don't find something interesting to do with him, and I plan for my Emperial to leave unless Ossanlin the Prince says otherwise.)

(FYI Cody is a Human or 28 years, and Claxter is the warrior.)

Claxter noticed an adult Andalite come into the room. He held his posture as a Prince would, and Claxter lowered his tail a bit in respect but otherwise didn't say anything. Cody turned to look at him because he thought the Andalite was Ossanlin at first, but turned back when he saw it wasn't.

[PrinceRonny]

*notices a young Andalite lowering his tail in respect and gives an internal "Hmp!" of acceptance. Good. At least someone still remembers the way things should be done. I arrive at the bar and order a drink, which the barkeep - what hasn't aged a day in years apparently, promptly delivers through a slot in the floor so that I may drink through my hooves. I keep one eye stalk close to the young Andalite, wondering how a Warrior arrived here in these troubled times, and the other scans the room proper for any other familiar faces*

[Shenmue654]

((Oh, this place gets very crazy. Though Chad and I are both one or two year old regulars. My characters are:

*Mar, who's basically a version of the Devil. His need to avoid territorial conflict with Crayak has caused him to create a mortal shape to use in the Bar. Most of his magic is therefore useless other than flight, telekinesis, and telepathy (without mind-reading. Common in the Animorphs series anyway). Flight is easier than telekinesis, which is very tiring. His mind's pretty shot too, which has resulted in fun character development. ;3 He's with Elayne in the Bar, dressed like he spent too much time in the 18th century.

*Joanne and Keshin, fairly skilled bounty hunters. They have powers but rarely use them much because they're in the late stages of the disease/mutation that's killing Joanne. You'll more often see them using a Dracon unless desperate. Half the Bar's trying to kill them because Joanne shot Hadrin out of self-defense, which actually killed him. And they caused trouble for the rebellion. They'll do nearly anything for money or a very rare kind of medicine. They're on the ship of a guy named Salem, who helped them for his own motives.

Sorry for the long OOC post! I'll post later! ))

[Darth Revan]

((Yay Prince Ronny! Good to see you've decided to join after all. I have three characters:

*Parker is a SPARTAN-II from the HALO universe. He is 7' 6" tall and wears Green HAYABUSA armor and has an array of weapons about his person. He has a Katana crossing his back (this is more of a status marker, he rarely uses it) and three long barreled weapons on top of the Katana: A BR55 "Battle Rifle" (long range rifle), A 50 cal Barret sniper rifle, and an M90 Shotgun. He also has an energy sword hilt "strapped" to his right thigh, however with the blade deactivated, it only looks like an oddly shaped piece of metal.

He's currently aboard Prince Ossanlin's ship The Mirage guarding him, Terenia, and Corliss while Ossanlin heals.

*Thordon is a completely original character. He is an ascended being with control over the element Electricity and can manipulate Energy in any form. He’s an extreme pacifist. He only uses his abilities to help others. Rarely ever does he cause harm. He stands to a full 6 feet. He looks to be a tanned Caucasian, moderate build, but his muscles are well defined and toned. He wears a simple black short-sleeved tee shirt and black jeans. He has light dirty blonde hair that is about 3 inches long. His eyes are a vibrant, bright blue; and, if you look carefully, his irises almost seem to have arcs of electricity travel around their circumference.

A big attribute for Thordon is that he has four arms. His top pair is like a human’s, normal shoulders and all. His bottom pair is connected just under his rib cage to another set of shoulders that protect his kidneys. He’s currently meditating in front of Trey’s ship while he repairs it.

*The Director is a Time Lord from the Doctor Who universe. He has a TARDIS and a Sonic Screwdriver. Like The Doctor, he doesn’t carry weapons, and refrains from causing direct harm. As a time traveler, it doesn’t do well to harm those that shouldn’t be. The Director stands at 5’ 9”, has short brown hair, and also dons all black attire: a black tee, black slacks, and a black trench coat. He has a Northern British accent.

He’s currently inside the bar, at the bar, speaking with Tamora, Terenia’s twin.))

[Gaz]

(These are mine: All are members of a "pirate" crew from a universe inspired by Firefly. The CG is the "Central Governement" and secretly running genetic experiments on people they deem rebels or traitors/prisoners.

*Odysseus Morgan (everyone just calls him Morgan) was a victim of these experiments when he was taken away by a bounty hunter. He believed the hunter, Caven (who came earlier and was killed) killed his wife. His daughter (Silver) vanished. The CG injected him and genetically changed him so he looks like a near 7 foot dark colored Minotaur. He was a captive for near 10 years. He's the captain.
*Andromeda Morgan is Odysseus' wife. Was believed dead for the past decade, but it was recently revealed she was a prisoner of the CG the whole time. She was also experimented on and now has scales on her arms and two live snakes on her head and snake eyes.
*Gaz is a normal human, mid-twenties, with dark hair with purple streaks. She likes to wear a blue pirate-style jacket and is often seen with an old fashioned pirate hat.
*Fletcher is Gaz's cousin. It was revealed he was an inside man for the CG before joining Morgan's crew and is part cyborg. Currently Morgan and Gaz refuse to speak to him because they feel betrayed.
*Asda has pure black eyes and four arms. She is the ship's doctor.)


Inside the ship, Morgan asked Asda, "What do you think the chip is for? Is it hurting her?"

Asda was looking at the scan of Temrash's wound and replied, "It's hard to say. I need to find a way to figure out exactly what it's doing. I'm afraid to just remove it because I don't know what would happen. I might end up doing more damage than the chip might be doing."

Looking at the scan, Asda nodded in approval. "Good. No damage to any major organs. That's good. It can be stitched up, no problem."

Asda started to stitch up Temrash's injury with careful precision with her four hands working in unison.

"We'll figure this out," Morgan said. "They won't get away with it."

[Midnight_Huntress]

Silver nodded and stood up. "I'll be in the bar if you need me." She saidm she put a smile on her face and hugged her parents before she slipped out. She walked to the bar slowly letting things mull over. What if they were using her? What if she was a harm to everyone. She walked into the bar side stepping someone with a quiet "excuse me." And sat at the bar.

[Alic]

((Roonnnnyyyyy!! ill reply when I get home. I'm me, Alic, no one else.))

[KitsuneMarie]

((Hi Ronny. I'm new since you left; I've been here since January. My characters are Elayne, a 20-something-year-old human female, who is the former leader of a Yeerk rights movement on Earth, and Tora, a former Andalite aristh who now works for the Yeerk rebellion under Reven. She remains in her human morph a vast majority of the time, and she only trusts Myitt and Corliss, of all the current Bar patrons, to know her true identity. Neither is currently in the building.))

[Midnight_Huntress]

¤forgot to mention. Silver is kind of like a Chameleon. She can change her appearance but also casts out illusions that can look and feel real.¤

[Gaz]

Asda finished closing up the injury on Temrash and said, "Now we just wait for him to wake up."

"I'm concerned how this is affecting Silver," Morgan said. "All of this...happening."

Andromeda nodded. The two snakes on her head seemed intuitive to her trouble feelings and looked almost as if they were trying to offer some comfort.

"This family has been through much," Andromeda replied.

"We haven't been much of a family the past decade," Morgan grumbled. "Silver was missing, I believed you to be dead. The CG has done...something to us. There's a chip in our daughter's head doing who knows what to her!"

"I'll figure it out, Captain," Asda said firmly as she returned to her computer to do an analysis on her scans.

Morgan sighed. "I know you will. It's just...just..."

Andromeda stood and put a hand on his forearm. "You're afraid of losing her again."

"We've only just found her," Morgan said quietly, "I have to get to know her all over again. I'm afraid what all of this may drive her to do..."

[PrinceRonny]

*stalk eyes are still scanning the crowd as I drink, though recognition is beginning to come a big easier. Alic appears to be here, if barely recognizable. A few comrades from recent Andalite campaigns seem to be scattered across the establishment as well. Everyone else is a stranger. This place has changed greatly since my last appearance all that time ago, but the familiar layout, design, and overall atmosphere of the place, along with the presence of the ever-unchanging and permanent fixture of the Bartender relaxes me and calms the annoyance of all the other changes.
I consider what to do first as I drink. In the corner I can still see some discarded old broken tables legs, presumably from the battle with Ares judging by their age and progressive rot. As one stalk looks up I can see the perch in the rafters where the imitation Tobias would always survey the room. So many memories have been made here. Perhaps there is a hope for some new ones to form as well
I finish my drink and slide the saucer back under the bar to the Bartender and turn, leaning my weak Andalite arm on the bar in a comparable way to the manner I observed in Humans during my time on Earth. It is not overly comfortable, but it allows me a nonchalance I desperately need as I begin searching for a niche in this new environment.*