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[Breekan1]

The knife goes into Breekan's face. He seems unconcerned. He spits out the bit he chewed, looking disappointed. He goes outside, and takes flight.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

*moves close to the door but not outside the bar with Myitt.  He curses his weakness and collapses next to Myitt barely conscious.  Myitt stirs and moves, coming back into the world of consciousness.*  <Oh, yes....that...>  *he allows the null-time barrier to collapse as well, sounds in the bar again becoming audible.  He watches as Myitt surveys the damage again and follows her eyes to her dracon next to Seran.  He raises a hand weakly, the dracon shuddering and skidding a few feet closer to his outstretched hand.  He breathes out a laborous sigh and allows his hand to drop again.  He leans his upper torso against the wall, his sky-blue eyes turning a bit listless.  He had never remained in this form for so long, normally he would've reverted by now....something was different.*  <Thank goodness you're okay Myitt...I could never have a better friend in this galaxy.  You're one of a kind, you know.>  *he coughs through his breathing apertures.  The weakness would pass in time...but using so much of his power with so little practice had really taken a toll on him.*


Seran:

*coughs and wheezes, hardly aware of his own existence.  The pressure within his host's cranium had increased dramatically, indicating some sort of trauma.  This of course placed him in his own bit of discomfort.  He had to get the hork-bajir's systems running smoothly again...he regulated the creature's heartbeat and irratic breathing, and sent signals through his host's body that would reduce stress and hopefully get rid of some of this oppressive cranial pressure.  As he reconnected with his host's senses, he found that he could not open his eyes, not yet, and could only hear a dull ringing in his ears.  This was a mess...he needed to get back to his ship and get himself patched up, but he was still unable to make his damaged host work...he couldn't afford to lay here for long...he needed to heal the hork-bajir as quickly as possible.*

[Myitt]

Myitt shakes her head, her ears still ringing weirdly.  "Hey, uh, no problem man," she says, and her host's voice sounds strange to her screwed up auditory system.  "Thanks for getting me out of that mess.  Whatever just happened." She glances at Ossanlin.  "You gonna be okay?  You look like you need to lie down or something."  She sits back against the wall of the bar near the main entrance, rubbing her forehead.  Still feeling disoriented.  Why had she fallen unconscious in the first place?  And why couldn't she remember moving closer to the door...?  Well, she'd been unconscious, but...this was confusing.  Her arm still hurt terribly and she looks down at the dried blood on her jacket, barely registering how it had gotten there. 

<The Dracon, man.  You need to go and get it already,> says Tara hazily. 

<Oh.  Yeah,> Myitt says faintly.  <Sure.>

She sucks in a breath and slowly gets to her feet, using only her uninjured arm, and she staggers around the bodies to where her Dracon had fallen.  She picks it up, nearly falling over as she crouches down, and puts it in the inner righthand side of her jacket.  Seran is still unconscious nearby, and she tilts her head a bit at him.  <Ah, yes.  He wanted to kill me.>

<How drunk am I, exactly?>

<Something about the child, I think.  Something knocked all of these creatures out.>

<That's great.  Well, it's been fun, but shouldn't we, you know...run screaming for the hills right about now?>

Myitt doesn't reply, walking slowly back over to Ossanlin and leaning heavily against the wall.  "It was the child, wasn't it?" she asks.  "Kierdan, he did all of this.  Where is he?"

At this point she notices Breekan flying outside from the grimy bar window...is that Breekan?  While waiting for Ozzy's reply she wipes some of the muck from the window and squints outside, curiously. 

[Gumby]

Conner was white with shock as Breekan spat out his blade, and flew off. He turned to Myitt.

"Myitt, what the h--- was that?"

[Myitt]

"Damned if I know, kid," she says, still gazing out the dirty window.  "I think his big bad dad's come out to play."

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal's body goes stiff, as she senses Breekan outside. She turns her head, staring wide-mouthed at him, still holding the knife to Keirdan's throat. She begins to scream "HELP! SOMEONE GET OUT HERE! HELP!"

[Myitt]

Myitt starts, as if out of a trance, and rigidly makes her way out the door, her bleeding right arm still clinging gingerly to her jacket.  She draws her Dracon with her left hand and looks down at Shal and Kierdan.  At the knife.  Then up at Breekan, flying high above them. 

She aims the Dracon at the child.  "What is it you want me to do?" she asks Shal harshly, voice tinged with pain.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

"Get Ossanlin. He can pin Keirdan here. We need to stop Breekan before we lose him." She continues to hold Keirdan at knifepoint.

[Gumby]

Conner found a dropped dracon beam on the ground. He ran ooutside, and said.

"Okay, what is going on here?"

[Breekan1]

Breekan circles overhead, before floating gently downwards. He points at Keirdan. "[Greeting]," he states. His voice is flat and false. "Would you [courtesy] let me [process] his [prime mechanism]?"

[Myitt]

Myitt steps toward the door to the bar, still aiming her Dracon with one hand at Kierdan.  She pushes the door open.  "Ossanlin, get out here, Shal needs you."  She looks back at them as Breekan floats closer.  "Like, right now!" she snaps.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal turns her head towards B1, still pinning Keirdan. She speaks softly and hesitantly, "Breekan, brother, come on. Snap out of this. He's getting to you, and you don't want that. Weren't you the one who told me earlier that Keirdan is our brother, and we can't hurt him?" Her face shows a saddened expression, she's torn about how to help her brother.

[Gumby]

Conner points his dracon beam at Breekan and fires.

"No more brain eating, breek."

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal tenses at Connor's shot, but remains calm. "Connor, leave him alone. He's close to going completely over the edge. I'm worried we've already lost him. If you are the cause, I will kill you. Let me help him before the eye shows up."

[Gumby]

"Cause? Eye? Over the edge? What are you talking about?"