Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[KitsuneMarie]

Elayne tugs the rubber band from her hair to reorganize her frazzled locks, taking a few steps towards the next ship to investigate its engine. It is not of Yeerk or Andalite build; it is something entirely alien.

At the sound of approaching footsteps, she pauses and looks up, hands still tugging at her hair.


"A few more salvageable pallets of canned vegetables are on board," Tora tells Myitt, "but there is nothing for us to do beyond that than initiate the self-destruct sequence. Only..." she stops and peers at the nearby ships. "Are any of these too close, do you think?"

[Terenia]

"I don't know, exactly," Terenia says, her expression softening slightly as she addresses Corliss. "Everything happened kind of fast. One second Efaen was almost punched in the face, then the next thing I know we're flying into the bar table. It felt like someone punched me in the gut. Shoved Temrash right on top of me. I think he broke a rib or something."

Terenia realizes that she's talking too much and her jaw snaps shut with a snap. When she opens it again her face has closed off, her eyes becoming more guarded, "At least I didn't get beamed in the head with a stool. Could have been worse."


Trey squinted through the darkness, noticing the silhouette of someone against the hull of a ship. Taking a step forward he managed to distinguish Elayne's familiar features and a a small sigh of relief escapes him.

"Hey," Trey says, quickening his stride to reach her. "Elayne. You disappeared for awhile."

[Shenmue654]

Mar shakes his head, rolling his eyes. "No, I'm not claustrophobic. Some of the new patrons are...peculiar, however. Then again, this Bar has been known to attract somewhat questionable clientele. In fact..."

Mar glances at Fiona, raising an eyebrow. "...why come here, to this tumbledown shack? You can't really even get here unless you know about it or you have a need to get away. I came because I followed another patron inside for a meaningless reason."

Mar grins to himself. And my simple role appears to have gotten far more complicated. What a grand fool I was, coming in here, thinking I would leave so easily.

[Midnight_Huntress]

Silver decided to see if her father needed any help with anything. She went back around to the front of the bar to find him. It was then she noticed a couple of people with their dog staring at her father. That just infuriated her and she disnt ubderstand why... She walked a little closer and pulled out the battle staff once more as she called to them. "Hey! Stare at something else will ya? Its rude! And close the dogs mouth before it collects dust." She said holding the staff in both hands. She walked over to her father and hugged him once. "Need any kind of help, Father?" She asked.

[warren_bearclaw]

Al decided to stay and see what the river brought up. He was taking a risk, and there was almost no way he'd be able to bluff through all four of them that were still in, but he just might be able to make something of it.

"Yeah, I do remember you telling me that," Al said to Rayker. "And you're all from... it sounds like shattered versions of the same planet. Tragic, sure, but there's so much else to see out there. I could start by teaching you guys a few crazy dance steps from the Cosmain homeworld. Similar physiology, so you should be able to do them. Some of them get reaaalllly nuts," he said, attempting to demonstrate by shimmying awkwardly in his chair.

At that moment, Salem walked in, scooting around the new guy in the doorway. "Scuse me," he said, tipping his hat slightly at the stranger. He walked up to the table where Al was sitting and handed him the display device; it was silver and about the size of a cell phone with no discernible external controls.

"Here you go. One history of Earth." He tipped his hat to the Beta Squadders at the table and said, "Howdy, y'all. I'm Salem, for those of you I don't know."

Al laughed. "Dude, you gotta stop trying for the cowboy thing. There's more to it than wearing the clothes and saying 'y'all' all the time."

Salem punched Al good-naturedly on the arm and asked the table, "Is Terenia still here? Or... Corliss, I think was his name?"

Charlotte laughed at Al's little demonstation, and Rayker said, "If that's supposed to be dancin', I'd rather not. It looks more like you got fleas in your pants." And Rayker smiled at Salem's attempt at a cowboy accent. 'Well, ''y'all''s a good start, but ya need a bit more to pull off that role, bud. They all left after the little spat we had in here a few moments ago. No clue where they went...." Rayker loved using conversation to draw attention away from his excellent hand.  A flush, all heats, with a queen high. He tapped on the next round of betting. Jackson folded. Tony and Charlie passed as well.

[RAFrukh]

John nonchalantly observed the beasts likeness to a Minotaur.

"I realize that, J'kiira. What I would prefer to recognize is the possibility of a Minotaur on the edge of a Galaxy...roughly 19,999,999,999 to 1. Considering that Minotaurs do not exist."

[KitsuneMarie]

The bandage on the boy's head immediately gives away his identity. "Trey," Elayne smiles, walking forward to close the gap between them. "Sorry, I was working on repairing my ship. What have you been doing?" she asks.

[Cobra (Gymn)]

"I'm not really surprised. The place is pretty unusual." John turned to the Bartender. "Something non-achohlic. Oh, and a bowl of water."

[RAFrukh]

"I see." I replied to John, "Rev'maak ale, please." I said to the bartender. I still had trouble taking my eyes off the the beast.

[Cobra (Gymn)]

The Bartender brought John his drink and a bowl of water. John looked at the green and purple concoction that was fizzing over the edge of the glass. He picked up the bowl of water and placed it down in front of me. <Thanks.> I began lapping at the water.

[RAFrukh]

After the barkeep gave John and Bear their drinks, he placed my rev'maak ale in front of me. It was not purple or green, but it did fizz, almost overflow. The beverage itself is a dark, dark orange with yellower bubbles that produced the bright yellow 'fizz' on the top. Humans might say it resembled a large glass of Terran beer.

"Well, today has certainly been...fateful. Even if the Zetylon had been in a major battle with the Kqorrians and won, I do not think I would have been promoted to Sergeant, nevermind Lieutenant Colonel. Did anything good happen happen to you in that time? I didn't notice..."

[Cobra (Gymn)]

"I became your bloodbrother." John said simply.

[RAFrukh]

"Well, if you appreciate it that much. I know humans are famous for two things: Their tongue, and their friendships. But, we barely know eachother, so I didn't even expect you to accept my invitation. What about you Bear?"

[Cobra (Gymn)]

<I can't really think of anything.> I said. It had been a pretty normal day for me.

[Myitt]

Corliss sighs.  "Foolish bar denizens, getting involved in something they don't understand," he says wearily.  "Unless perhaps the bar did it, itself.  That place has a few tricks up its sleeve, yet."

He turns his head to peer at her, glad to have at least some range of movement.  His head aches in return, but the dizziness is fading.

"Temrash," he says directly. "It's fairly clear he's unstable, fighting you like that while unprovoked.  My fight is of course my own, any soldier knows that.  He's too hot-headed.  I'm not sure why he's even been allowed to remain in here, to be quite honest."

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Myitt takes stock of their surroundings.  

"I'm not sure," she says worriedly to Tora.  "We are pretty close to these wrecks.  Let's see if we can salvage the goods, first.  Do you think we could set up a containment field?"