Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Chad32]

"Well of course you do. Who wouldn't?" Fredrick said when she said she wanted to keep her soul. Hers was not the one he was most interested in, anyway. "So, are you two doing anything? I don't really have anything going on for the moment, but I wouldn't mind helping other people with their business."

[Hunter]

Jumping out of hyperspace well beyond the farthest charted planets, a 1981 DMC-12 DeLorean ((improbable, yes, but IMPOSSIBLE? not in this RP!)) that has been heavily modified for space-flight changed its bearings to head towards a little planetoid moon that was known as the GESB.

Guiding the space-ship ((or car, depending on the way you look at it)) towards the landing area, it managed to make a smooth landing, despite the pockmarked terrain. The drivers side gullwing door opened, and out stepped a man of just under 6 feet in height. He had short, spiked black hair, blue eyes that shone silver with the right lighting.

Locking the DeLorean, he headed towards the door of the decrepit looking building.

((ok, so im back! i decided to not go with my original idea for my new character, so i just came up with this one on the fly, so to speak... i still haven't thought up a name for this guy yet, so bear with me until i can think of one... LOL))

[KitsuneMarie]

Tora sighs at her friend's stubbornness. "I will attempt to create a containment field while you're gone," she tells Myitt's retreating form.


"Unless you have a hidden skill set, I can handle it," Elayne responds. "My ship is a little damaged, but I'm a mechanic, so it shouldn't take long to wrap up the repairs." Giving another bland smile, she offers a belated, "Thanks, though."

[Gaz]

Gaz listened to the explanation. "Wow," she commented, "sounds pretty bad. That being an understatement. Well, if Morgan's not up for going, I've got my own ship and would be willing to lend a hand. Tired of sitting around anyways."

Outside Morgan replied, "Shouldn't be anything wrong. Just some regular maintenance that has been...less regular lately. But if it was left for too long than something could go wrong...yeah."

Looking over the tools, Morgan said, "Why don't I give you basic maintenance 101? Everyone should know some of the basics, and who better to teach than someone who was in the Trading business?"

[Stephquiem]

"It's not like that," Fiona says tersely.

"And anyway," she says, quickly changing subjects, "I have been here before. Skrit Na, several years ago." She finishes her drink across the bar, quite pleased with herself when it doesn't go over the edge. When the bartender approaches, she waves a hand at him. "Quit being such an eager beaver, I'll tell you when I want more."

She turns back to face Mar, composed now. "I got out the same way I came in. In a different body, of course."

[Chad32]

Can't say I have any mechanical expertise." Fredrick said. "I suppose I should bid you both goodbye, and let you be on your way. It was nice meeting you both." He said. He turned around and started heading back towards Temrash's ship.

[BaronConall]

"Heh, yeah. At last count there were maybe 100,000 scattered survivors. Non-infected survivors, anyway." I look at the bottle and finish the last half in one go. A thought occurs to me. A bar that accesses all Universes and points in time...

"BARKEEP!!! All three bottles of the Dalmore 64 Trinitas, the only bottle of 64 year old Macallan in Lalique, all twelve bottles of Dalmore 62, twelve bottles of Glenfiddich 50 Year Old and a bottle of Macallan 1926. All in an easy to carry bag that seperates each bottle with 100% protection against breaking. And I'd like to start a tab, please."
A tab. Right. That order alone will take me decades to pay off. That's $1,882,000 worth of Scotch-Whiskey... Hell, one of those bottles has been maturing for the last 140 years... Still. When in a trans-universal pub, do as the trans-universal patrons do. Plus it's not like anyone's watching the banks back home, anymore.

The barkeep brings the order in two bags specifically designed to cancel all gravity and inertia, whilst also lightening the bag to a tenth it's original weight. Regardless of my appearance being that of a man in his mid-twenties, I smile for the first time in nearly 41 years.

"Well then. You provide the pirates, I'll provide the whiskey. I get the first drinks, though." I say, pouring us both a shot of Trinitas and downing mine. Now that was special. And I can't wait to see what a minotaur looks like after a few.

I sling the bags over each shoulder and get ready to depart.

[Midnight_Huntress]

"All right. Show me what you got. I gotta learn anyway if I'm to go into the family business." She smiled stepping up beside him.

[Terenia]

Trey waits until Fredrick is far enough away that he hopefully will not be able to eavesdrop and takes a step closer to Elayne. With two fingers he fishes into his breast pocket, coming out with a small disk, no larger than a fingernail.

"I found this," Trey says, "on my dad's ship. It has...everything. All of his plans, his designs. Everything he didn't get a chance to share with me before he..." Trey trails off, his eyes losing focus momentarily. Shaking his head, he pulls himself from the stupor and offers Elayne a lopsided smile.

"Anyways, I was wondering if...I mean, if I'm really going to do this and start something to help my people. I'll - I'll need help."


Terenia feels much more content now that Corliss seems to be recovering. Unfortunately, now that the desperation of the situation has passed she has time and energy to expend on thinking. At the moment, that is a rather dangerous topic. Especially now that it has become quite clear she cannot relinquish control to Efaen without disastrous results. It helps if she focuses on the here and now, though. She directs her thoughts at the most recent events, those that resulted in Corliss lying here. Instead of sorrow and grief her mind becomes saturated with anger - an emotion she is much more familiar with.

"Corliss," Terenia says softly. "If you are certain that you will be safe here, I think I am going to go on a bit of a walk. I have some...business...t o attend to."

[Myitt]

"Yeah," says Corliss, straining to nod his head.  "Ugh.  Just going to lie here a bit.  Mike's coming to, which is nice.  This old thing'll just leave a nasty cut and bruise something awful, but let's face it, we've 'ad worse.  Ossanlin will take care of us while you're gone.  Be careful, all right?"  He hesitates, then adds, "Both of you."

[Terenia]

"Yeah, I will be," Terenia says, deliberately leaving Efaen out of the equation. She gives Corliss a half smile before turning and heading towards the bridge. Halfway there a sharp pain shoots through her and she pauses at the doorway, leaning against the frame and breathing shallowly.

"Corliss appears to be fine," Terenia says, addressing Temrash coldly. "No thanks to you. I understand that you're uncomfotable with me demorphing on your ship, so I'm going to go out for a bit and heal some of my injuries. If that's alright with you, of course." She sneers a bit at the last part, her disdain for the Hork-Bajir growing as she realizes just how much fault she holds with him for Corliss' injury. Ossanlin is right though, she reminds herself. He may have started it, but it was the soldiers that actually injured him. Besides, at least Temrash is doing something to help. No point in seeking revenge now, when Corliss is still lying on the bed immobile.

Terenia hesitates for only a moment, not really caring to hear Temrash's response. Pushing away from the doorframe she makes her way out the already open hatch, pausing a second time on the ramp to catch her breath.

"Ow..." she murmurs, beginning to demorph.

[Chad32]

Temrash didn't say anything. While he wasn't the one to injure Corliss, Ossanlin was right that everyone involved was a little at fault about what happened.

Fredrick noticed the person he had been waiting for was coming out, and moved closer to get a look at it. He wanted to wait until that person was out of earshot of the ship before moving in, though when he saw her he noticed something was quite off. She was transforming into something else, and as she continued, it seemed like she was changing into one of those blue creatures.

He was both fascinated, and a little put off. after spending so much energy before, he felt that trying to manipulate her through energy was unwise. However he also didn't know if hypnosis would work on someone with extra eyes that weren't looking into his. His hypnosis required constant eye contact, which might not be possible on a creature with stalk eyes.

However it was just too good to pass up. He stood near the ship, and watched her transform.

[Myitt]

Myitt trudges through the edge of the woods, stumbling out into the middle of the gravel lot, where her ship is parked.

She heads inside and unloads a couple of mag lev hover transports, shutting one off and stacking it on top of the other.

After locking the ship back up she kicks the mag lev along, grinning a bit childish grin and attempting to ride along on top of it like a big black skateboard.

<Jesus, you're going to break my ****ing neck!> Tara yelps, watching helplessly as Myitt throws her body off of the board.  She hits the gravel on her knees, giggling with exhilaration.  

"All right," she laughs, "all right.  I know, we've got a job to do."  Myitt pushes the hovering metal boards along through the woods, picking them up and hauling them along sideways when the trees become too thick.  

In a few minutes she rolls the boards back into the clearing where Tora's ship lies half-dead; it wasn't hard to find, for all the smoke and the acrid stench of burning grease.

"Here we go," Myitt grunts, lifting the top mag lev and reactivating its electromagnetic field.  Both boards hover in front of the big pallets of canned goods, and the little flat of...what looks to be predominantly corn.

[Terenia]

Terenia did not move from the ramp as her body shifted and changed. She had been able to walk and morph at the same time in the past, but it was a delicate process, what with limbs appearing and disappearing and balance shifting. It was much more sensical to wait while her fingers, legs and eyes multiplied and purplish fur grew all along her body, covering her black morphing suit. She was grateful for her hooves; walking barefoot along the gravel was somewhat less than pleasant, and it was nice to have her tail back, as always.

She completes the morph after a couple of minutes, not rushing it. As she morphs she mulls over the last hour or so. Really, those soldiers had no room to act as they did. Temrash was stupid, but he was trying to defend someone he thought of as an ally. Those soldiers - I've never seen them before in my life and they just up and shot at people with those stupid guns. Clearly they don't understand how things work around here. Terenia lets out an unconscious snort through her nose slits. Well, I'd be more than happy to give them a lesson in minding their own business.

Her morph complete she finishes her descent down the ramp, hooves making a satisfying clanging noise against the metal. When she reaches the gravel she pauses only for a moment, her stalk eyes scanning the area for danger, before heading towards the bar.

[Chad32]

Fredrick began to follow the creature towards the bar, trying not to be noticed until he was far enough not to be heard by anyone on the ship. Though with those roving eyes it wouldn't be easy to sneak up on her.