Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Salem smirked at Mar and stood up. He was vaguely aware of the growing number of Andalites in the bar, and less vaguely aware of his apprehension at the thought of one of them recognizing him. If there was one thing he missed about his Andalite morph, it was the stalk eyes. At the moment, he was trying to listen for the sound of an Andalite approaching him from behind. Myitt's continued anger towards Mar was also making him uneasy. The result was his strong desire not to be in the bar at the moment.

He laughed, "Mar, I approached the Yeerk, not the other way around. I'll play your game once I know the rules." He turned to Myitt and said, "Myitt, you were on your way out, I believe. Would you mind company as you walk?"

[Myitt]

Myitt stands up abruptly. 

"Yes, I would appreciate that," she says to Salem, all too quickly, glaring at Mar as she sidles out of the booth. 

<Wow, he's really got your hackles raised,> Tara says quietly.

<I don't know why, but I can feel his connection with me more strongly,> Myitt replies tersely.  <All the more reason for us to get the hell out of here.>

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Salem walked to the newly-reformed door and held it open for Myitt, tipping his hat slightly at Mar.

[Myitt]

Myitt hurries out the door, stuffing her hands into her jacket pockets.

"Thanks," she murmurs to Salem, staring at the gravel her boots kick up.

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Salem fell into step beside Myitt. "I don't think I realized what I was asking back there," he said as he walked. "Seems like you guys have quite the history. I..." he stuttered, searching for words. "I feel like I should thank you. You validated my apprehensions, at least. When you get the time, can I offer you something? I've collected crap from all over." He smiled at her. "Least I can do. We could call it a peace offering after... after earlier."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin looks over at Terenia and Efaen as they approach.  He listens to their conversation, not interfering...not really out of wisdom, simply because he doesn't feel like dealing with squabbling at the moment.  He directs his hork-bajir eyes at Efaen's main eyes, nodding in acceptance.  <<You should both be a bit more civil.  I will leave it at that.  What is it you wished to speak to me about Efaen?>>  Ossanlin's eyes are calculating, this could be some ruse by Terenia, but he feels a change in manner and demeanor...and his intuition is rarely wrong about such things.  The Silver Blade abilities, even in their severely muted form, add to his feeling that Efaen is indeed the one speaking.

[Terenia]

Efaen realizes that in her confrontation with Claxter her tail had raised instinctually. Now, with Ossanlin's chastisement, she lowers it again out of respect, turning to respond to him. She keeps a wary stalk eye on Claxter, unsure as of yet whether she can count him as trustworthy.

<<Thank you, War-Prince,>> Efaen mumbles, <<I would like to speak with you regarding my current situation. I still believe that I will be most useful to the cause by returning to Terenia's previous post on the Blade Ship. I am willing to use my resources to pass along information to yourself or any other Captain willing to take on my services. However, there are a few factors which, as Warrior Claxter mentioned, make this a dangerous and possibly impossible task. I was hoping that we could reach some sort of compromise.>>

Efaen pauses, seeking out Terenia. The Yeerk-girl is watching Efaen speak with disinterest. Efaen presses on, knowing that she could lose her control at any moment.

<<There are the usual risks of memory dumps and trackers,>> Efaen admits, <<As long as I remain on the Blade Ship the latter should not be a problem, but the former provides quite an issue. Even if Visser Three only conducts a memory dump on Terenia, he will still be aware of my conversations. I was hoping that you may have a solution to this particular issue.>>

<<My second concern is more recent,>> Efaen hesitates once more, waiting for Terenia to seize control, preventing Efaen from speaking. When it doesn't happen, Efaen continues speaking in rapid thought-speak, <<Terenia has become unstable since the death of her sister. At the moment she seems relatively harmless, steeped as she is in depression over her own foolish action. However, history and my knowledge of humanity indicates that she will cycle through various phases of coping with this grief. I fear that once she leaves her depression behind something much more sinister will surface.>>

[Stephquiem]

Fiona frowned. It was just her luck. "The situation on earth wasn't exactly to my taste." She levels a pointed stare at him. "I decided it was time to seek my fortunes elsewhere."

[KitsuneMarie]

Tora pauses a brief moment to watch her green eyes in the grungy bathroom mirror. She spends little time in her Andalite form--just long enough to eat and sleep, usually--and mirrors are hardly a common commodity in the Base; even so, it surprises her how much her reflection looks like a stranger. I suppose I am changing, too. Aging. I just never see it, she muses, although something about the thought seems somehow off.

Abruptly becoming aware of the muffled conversations drifting through the door from the Bar, Tora begins to morph again, averting all four eyes from the mirror as blue fur melts into tan skin and superfluous organs vanish into Z-space.

[Myitt]

Myitt glances sidelong at Salem. 

"Nah, don't mention it," she replies, looking back at the ground.  "Just don't trust strange creatures who go around offering favors in return for 'just a little' of your...of your..."  Her shoulders sink.  "Of something I never thought was real." 

She looks up at Salem again as she walks along.  "You wouldn't happen to have any single-use Kandrona wave/particle generators hanging around, would you?"

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Corliss watches Fiona curiously. 

"The situation on Earth?  And what situation might that be?"  He takes a sip of his drink, wondering...the girl could surely be from his version of Earth...or perhaps someplace wildly different.  He was not above playing dumb.

[Stephquiem]

Fiona waves her hand. "Yeerk invasion. It's still in progress, as far as I know." She makes a disgusted face. "I have no desire to be someone else's host." She reaches for her drink again, not particularly bothered by the hypocrisy of her statement. "No point sticking around for that."

[Myitt]

"You are human, then?" Corliss replies.  "I wasn't aware humans were capable of this sort of long-range spaceflight."  He leans against the bar.  "We are quite a long way from Earth, after all."

[Chad32]

<<So that's what that bloody mess was about. But surely you wouldn't just take tamora to terenia, Prince Ossanlin. Terenia swore to kill her. So efaen, you want us to try to keep Visser Three from doing memory dumps while also trying to keep Terenia in check?>>

[Stephquiem]

Fiona shrugs. "I have a few connections that make... 'borrowing' a ship easier. Relatively speaking." She chose not to answer his question for the moment. She saw no reason to be completely forthcoming. The answer was complicated, anyway. "And it is a long way. That was somewhat the point." She smiles. "There aren't many options too close to Earth. Unless you like cold and uninhabitable."

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Salem shook his head at Myitt's inquiry. "No idea what that is, actually. Kandrona... that's a Yeerk thing, if memory serves." He laughed. "I think I've managed somewhat one-sided knowledge of the Andalites in your species' war. I might be able to track one down for you, though."