Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Shenmue654]

Mar laughs a bit. "No, she wouldn't. It's not an incident she would care to remember. I am on no side of this war but my own, yet I think I did cause her distress. Ah, well. It was to further my aims. As to how I knew what was going on in the Bar..." *Mar plays with a glass on the bar and then looks at the bartender and states, "Wine, please." "...that is for me to know and you to find out. It isn't really important."

He sighs. "Suffice it to say that Myitt is significant to me, and where and what some of these people have done interested me."

[Myitt]

"If Myitt is significant to you, why don't we know you?" Tara demands.  "And who are you?"  She tilts her head a bit.  "What are you?  Are you employed by the Empire?  I'm not even really sure you're human."  She squints at his strange fang-like teeth.

[Shenmue654]

"You don't know me because Myitt likely repressed that particular memory. The knowledge of what happened is a dangerous kind, a kind that would harm Myitt. And no, I have no relation to the Empire other than in passing. As for my humanity...I am physically human, no? What else is there?"

Mar chuckles to himself and awaits his drink...

[Myitt]

The bartender steps over and writes, "Cash or tab?"  He seems put off by this strange person who wants to pay the tab of one of his long time customers, but then again, it's hard to tell with a creature like the bartender. 

Myitt continues to swim in the cramped plastic container.  If it were possible to gauge the irritation level of a blind slug, then it would be clear that this was one helluva annoyed blind slug.  But, beggars can't be choosers.

Tara shrugs.  "There's a lot more than appearances, pal.  You should know that.  And what do you mean, Myitt's repressing memories, shouldn't I remember what she's forgotten?  Or have you been messing with my brain, too?  I don't like the idea of forgotten dangerous encounters with weird, rich..." She glances at Mar's frilly outfit.  "...Victorian strangers."  She shifts her arm and winces, grunting.  The pain was much worse now that Myitt wasn't absorbing a bit of it.

[Shenmue654]

Mar smirks a bit. "You're the same as ever."

Mar reaches inside his pocket and manages to fish out some bizarre German bank-notes that appear to be from World War I, but he has it on good authority that they take any kind of money at the Space Bar.

"Don't worry. I suppose meeting me wasn't all that significant to you. You'll see, sooner or later. Right now, in your life, I'm only a kind gentleman that wishes to help."

[Myitt]

"Right.  And I'm the queen of France."  Tara glares at Mar.  "Are you really going to pay our tab?  I mean, seriously?  You've got to want something from us.  I wasn't born yesterday.  You need us.  Or rather...you need her."  She jabs a finger at her friend, swimming in little circles around the humming Kandrona wave/particle machine.  "And I want to know why.  No riddles and nebulous answers.  Tell me."  She draws the Dracon inside her torn jacket and taps it on the bar counter.  "I can use this just as well as she can."

[Shenmue654]

Mar smiles a bit wryly. "Would you believe that I'm madly in love with her? I don't think so. And yes, I'm really going to pay your tab."

Mar lies back. "I suppose you really could kill me with that at this point, but you wouldn't believe the correct answer."

[Myitt]

Tara watches Mar for a moment, then bursts out laughing, coughing and holding her sore ribs.  "Hahaha...madly in love with...that's rich, man, really...ahahaha... that's just classic..."  She giggles and wipes her eyes with a single hand, setting the Dracon on the bar counter.  "No, I'm not gonna do anything drastic, not unless you start getting outta line.  Heh...heh.  Really, where did you come from?  Someone must've sent you here.  Did Cor put you up to this?"

[Shenmue654]

Mar shakes his head. "No, Corliss didn't put me up to this. Nice man, really. A little nuts, but nice." Mar taps his fingers on the bar idly and states, "I come from a place some ways away from this location. It has nice but very wet weather. And no, no one sent me here. I came of my own will."

[Myitt]

"Just to pay my tab?" Tara shakes her head.  "There's got to be more than that.  You said you...heheh...you said you cared about Myitt.  Why?  Lots of people like her, lots of people want her dead, too.  What are you, some old flame from before she met me?  Heh...I really can't see that part of her, you know.  She's not exactly the romantic type."  She frowns.  "I wonder if you're just playing with us, trying to make up some kind of story to get us to trust you.  God, she's made me just as paranoid as she is."

[Shenmue654]

Mar nods. "She can never seem to trust anyone at all, that woman. That didn't exactly work in my favor when I asked her to do a job with the bounty hunter the last time we met." *Mar grumbles to himself.

"I suppose you could say I'm an old flame, but she never loved me. I merely was able to take something from her that gives me hope for the future."

[Myitt]

"Alright, I guess I can buy that."  She smirks.  "What, did you win a ship from her in a poker tournament?"  She glances sideways down at her friend.  "I don't think I'd call her a woman, exactly.  Hmh."

The bartender taps irritably on the notepad that says, "Cash or tab?"

[applix]

Applix nodded towards Ossanlin, agreeing with him but also slightly nervous about the whole thing.

<You really should answer them if they call. They're probably just concerned about their captain.>

He hesitated as his stalk eyes caught sight of the yeerk slipping from Tara's head. He winced slightly, but not for the obvious reason. A flashback hit him hard and he tried to push it away as he looked towards his andalite friend.

<I have to admit something to you.> he said as his mind wandered once more over the truth. The andalite would find out sooner or later so he decided sooner was best. Applix looked away slowly as his delicate fingers twiddled about, feeling empty without a weapon. His tail wavered, knowing it wouldn't be quick enough to react if Ossanlin were to behead him right here and now.

<You say what you've done has been for the Electorate?> He looked the man in the eyes, his stalk eyes directed at him, too. <I am wanted by your people.>

Most of what else was going on went by his head, mostly because he didn't want to be reminded of his wife and that's exactly what Tara was doing to him.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

*watches as Myitt approaches to feed and smiles to himself as Tara waves back at them.  He senses a strong aura about the newcomer to the bar, he's very wary...this apparently human male was not putting him at ease to say the least.*

*He ****s his head at Applix and shrugs*  <So you're wanted by the Electorate...so is Myitt.  The Electorate are for the most part a bunch of rage-blinded war-mongers.  No Yeerk is trusted, their minds are completely closed.  I do what I do for what I believe is the best future for our people and the rest of the galaxy.  I have the support of the public, and the respect of senior commanders, but the Electorate while acknowledging my accomplishments, are generally distant.  In truth I am merely tolerated by the Electorate, they fear anyone with public support.  The Electorate see me as too "open-minded."  *he points a slender thumb back at the plastic basin in which Myitt was currently swimming.*  <They know I've synchronized and planned attacks with the rebels...it's been effective thanks to Myitt, and that's why they can't reprimand me for it.  But they do look down from their pedestals.>

*places a hand on Applix's shoulder again breifly while he speaks.*  <You're a friend Applix, as are Myitt, Tara, Shal, and Breek.  Do you really think the Electorate would approve of any of you?>  *Ossanlin chuckles.*  <I trust my friends as the Electorate do not.  I would place my life in the hands of any one of you, and Shal and Breek are both related to Crayak!  But I still trust them as I do Myitt and Tara, and you.  And if you need to speak, I'll always have an open-mind to listen.>  *he nods at Applix reassuringly.*

[applix]

Seemed to relax almost immediately as Ossanlin spoke of him. In the long run paranoia had almost driven him to the brink of insanity and just now it had gotten to him badly. His body shivered with the hand on his shoulder, but in a good way.

<Thank you Ossanlin.> He said, placing a gentle hand on his friend's. His stalk eyes glanced back at Tara, reassuring himself of the stupidity he had just experienced in thinking Ossanlin could ever be capable of turning him in.

Applix felt a tingle in his fingers and for a moment the blue along his arm turned to a mix of orange, black and white. He jerked the hand away quickly as he felt it, knowing exactly what was happening. His tail began to soften into a strange orangish image before suddenly fading back to himself once more. He blushed somewhat, but the flush was not as accented as it might have been in a human with his blue fur hiding it. He looked at Ossanlin with his main eyes, a bit frightened for a moment and then looking only embarassed.