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[Chad32]

<<What is it you want, terenia?>> Claxter asked, including Ossanlin in his private speech. She wanted a private conversation, but included him in the statement. He didn't move from where he was, since it wouldn't matter for a private thoughtspeech conversation. He also didn't ask what her business with the Human rebel had been, though she seemed fixated on tora for whatever reason.

[Myitt]

Myitt shudders and looks away, not even bothering to respond to Mar.

She glances up at Salem, holding her forehead as if something is causing her great pain.

"Don't do it," she hisses.  "Just...don't."

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Corliss looks over at the newcomer, a young woman a couple of seats away, and frowns.  She seems...familiar, somehow, in a way he couldn't quite place.

"Excuse me," he says, leaning towards her, "have you been here before?"

[Stephquiem]

Fiona turns her head to look at Corliss. Instead of responding right away, she reaches behind her, picking up the glass the bartender set there. She takes a long drink.

 "No.Not for some time." She sets her drink down again. "I'm called Fiona. You are?"

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Salem blinked his eyelashes and feigned innocence at Mar's implication that he didn't have enough resolve, but before he could reply, Myitt suggested, in no uncertain terms, that he not go through with it. He looked back at her, less and less in a joking mood, and swallowed. Whatever was going on here was very clearly something he didn't grasp. He searched her face, but saw no sign there that she was trying to trick him- not that that meant much. He'd never been great at reading people. Still, she looked... well, she looked as though simply thinking about Mar... or suggesting he turn down Mar's deal?... was causing her pain. He shuddered as he mulled over the possibilites. He gave her a slight nod and the hint of a smile before turning back to Mar.

He shook his head slightly. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to put our deal on hold, Mar, at least until I know more. This isn't like dealing in products and artifacts like I'm used to. And your trying to goad me into rushing it is just making me nervous. It's not a polite business practice." He smirked, "Even if it is one I've used on occasion."

[Terenia]

Efaen favors Claxter with a steady glance from her right stalk eye. Her main eyes remain focused on Ossanlin, while her remaining stalk pans the bar for trouble.

<<Terenia is indisposed at the moment,>> Efaen says in response to Claxter, <<And I, as already mentioned, wish to speak with War-Prince Ossanlin and yourself. I believe we may have several items of importance to discuss, given the recent turn of events.>>

[Shenmue654]

Mar smirks nastily. "Oh, I've never been one for politeness. But you may have it your way. I will allow you to consider the situation. You should know that I have no intention of doing what I did to Myitt to you. That isn't my game here. Although...I always have a game."

"As for my sweet pet..." Mar moves behind her and glares irritably. He wishes he could put her in her place, but without direct access to her soul it wouldn't really work. Damn him for not letting her die. Why did it pain him so to think about it? "....I admit that I don't have you yet. Not while you breathe. But could you please be quiet while I'm working? It is not your business to disrupt my every move."

[Chad32]

<<Good to hear you then, Efaen. From what I remember, you are thinking of going back to Visser Three. We just can't allow that. If you insist on working for the Yeerks instead of the Andalites, you should join Myitt's rebellion. They're still Yeerks, but they won't torture you. Unless you actually like what Visser Three does to you in his torture room. Of course we'll want to get rid of the tracking cells they placed in you. We might need a Yeerk with good connections for that, though.>>

[Terenia]

Efaen's stiffens her shoulders, looking offended. <<You have a lot to learn, warrior. I have no intention of working for Visser Three, or any other piece of Yeerk filth. I trust you are familiar with the concept of espionage?>>

Efaen scuffs a hoof, annoyed that Claxter does not see her intentions, <<I can damage the Yeerks most by remaining close to them. It is the simplest solution. However, that is one of the issues I wish to address with your Prince.>>

[Chad32]

<<Oh, you're trained in espionage? How many years? Sounds facinating.>> Claxter said sarcastically. Efaen was no professional spy. <<A good spy is supposed to be trusted by the people they're spying on. Not closely monitored, forced to go through memory scans, and working under a person who has her own separate goals in life. You are no spy. Even if you were, who do you report to within the Andalite military to relay all that important information you gather?>>

[Terenia]

Efaen whips around, her main eyes narrowing as they focus on Claxter. She is much better at maintaining her temper than Terenia, but her thoughts still come out icy. <<A good warrior is able to undergo whatever task best suits the goal. Our goal is to eliminate the Yeerk scourge, and I am most effective where I currently am. Or, at least, I was.>> Efaen amends, <<I may not be trusted by Visser Three and his crew, but nevertheless I have access to information the Andalite military does not, for the simple reason that that buffoon Visser Three does not believe that Terenia is a threat.>>

She looks Claxter up and down before adding,  <<What use have you provided to our cause? I do not believe the Electorate smiles upon those who run at the slightest threat.>>

[Chad32]

Claxter fell silent at that last remark. She got him where it hurt. No, he hadn't done one useful thing for the Electorate. He was a nobody. Worse than a nobody. He was a liability. It was becoming clear that Efaen was just too far gone to even want to escape, and why should he care? He barely knew her. If she wanted this life, why try to stop her? Let her be destroyed by it, if she wasn't already destroyed.

His thoughts drifted back to when he rescued her. <<The only good thing I ever did...was give you a few minutes of joy on this remote rock away from any Yeerks. We had a bit of fun. Well, go ahead and try to convince Ossanlin to let you return to Visser Three, if that's what will make you happy.>> 

[Terenia]

<<You should not be so quick to assume, warrior,>> Efaen says, softening slightly. <<I come over here and you immediately jump at me for choices I have not yet made clear. All you know is that which has been relayed to you through Terenia, who is deluded at best. You should not be so quick to judge another Andalite. We all have the best interest of the People in mind, and we all do what we can to serve Them.>>

Efaen hesitates and then adds, <<I apologize for insulting you. You did indeed grant me freedom, albeit short, and I am in debt to you for those moments.>>

[Cobra (Gymn)]

Bear looked up at the tall reptilinod. He wasn't scared. The reptilian was to tall to comfortably hit him. He sat down and scratched his ear.

Kevlin decided to head back into the Bar. He walked through the door and went over to the counter. "I'd like a Jarvè." The hot red drink should help him think of what to do next. He leaned against the bar asmhe waited for his drink.

[Myitt]

Myitt struggles to turn herself to face Mar, glaring.  "I am not your pet," she snarls defiantly. 

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"Pleased, Fiona.  My name's Corliss Three-Eight-Two," says Corliss, offering a handshake.  "My host's named Mike.  What brings you to this corner of the galaxy?"

[Midnight_Huntress]

The only sounds her training made was the whistle through the air of the battle staff and the sounds of her illusions. She had to clear her mind...other wise she wouldn't focus. Some sounds were very loud, some were unheard. Each move was quick and precise.