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[Myitt]

Corliss struggles with picking Terenia up, then finally sets her gently back down again, wiping some of the vomit from his sleeve. 

He sighs in a mixture of pain and exasperation, turning and glaring at Temrash. 

"I don't know what happened to her outside, but whatever it was must have led to some kind of psychological or neural damage.  Administering her a stimulant with full knowledge of her precarious mental health, not to mention her obvious sheer exhaustion, is utterly irresponsible!  You can't keep taxing a body like that just because you want someone to suddenly wake up."

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"And if he isn't?" Myitt asks skeptically.  She softens a bit, realizing just how terrified Tora is.  "Do you want to just get out of here?"

[KitsuneMarie]

"Yeah," Elayne shrugs uncomfortably, glancing at Trey again. It's awkward, speaking about him as if he wasn't there. "But I want to help him, Mar. I didn't get as far as I did on my own. It was when I lost support from others that the whole thing fell out from under me." She offers him a small smile. "Don't worry about me, hm? What are you doing out here, looking for Myitt?" she asks, proud of how steady her voice sounds.


Illim finally catches the eye of the Bartender and orders a Corona, a beer that reminds him of his one-time Peace Movement assignment in southern Texas. Regrettably, it doesn't arrive with a lime slice in the top.

The Bartender pulls out a grimy notepad and flips to a well-worn page. He taps his finger on the two words -- "cash" and "tab" -- while giving him a bland stare.

"You take U.S. Dollars?" he asks, hunting about in his pocket for his wallet.

The Bartender makes no response other than to point to the two words again, and give a slightly more irritated expression than before.

"Uh, right, cash then," Illim responds, raising his eyebrows.

<<Not particularly gregarious, is he?>> Serid remarks.


Myitt's last question hangs in front of Tora like a polished silver bell. She desperately wants to hear its chime and let it transport her to a happier place where all she has to worry about is not dying in a general sort of sense, not the imminent fear she is now feeling. The realization that her fear is just as strongly related to the thought of suffering the sharp consequences of betraying Serid as it is to her precarious position as a wanted individual makes her feel like more of a coward than ever.

Biting her lip, she pushes the tempting image of the bell from her mind's eye--at least just for the moment. She puts a shaking hand on the ****pit chair and quietly asks her friend in what she hopes is a steady voice, "Do you truly think there is a chance he is not an Imperial?"

[Myitt]

Myitt shrugs hopelessly. 

"Hey, how should I know?" she replies.  "If he's not with us, there are two options: Imperial or Peace Movement.  The odds do far outweigh on the Imperial side...unless you think he could be independent?  A turelek, perhaps?"  She shakes her head.  "The only way we're going to find out is by confronting him.  So far his ship reads as Imperial, but that tells us next to nothing."

[Chad32]

"I needed her to wake up so Efaen wouldn't become a nothlit. I know she was exhausted, and if she was in her natural Andalite form I would have just let her rest it off for several hours or so. However, she needs to wake up enough so she doesn't get trapped in morph.After that she can crash for as long as she needs to. I'm not sure why she morphed anyway. That thing out there didn't do any lethal damage as far as I could see."

[KitsuneMarie]

Tora bites her lip for a brief moment and then nods in agreement. "So... if you were to contact him... what would you say?" she asks.

[Midnight_Huntress]

Silver was lost within her thoughts. She had to find a way to slip away from everyone to find that wretched creature and make him pay....

[Myitt]

"There are far better methods of stimulating a person to consciousness than guessing at an injectable dosage," Corliss fumes.  He glances over at Terenia.  "What did attack her, exactly?"

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Myitt considers for a moment.  "I suppose I would say 'hello'," she says with a wry smile.  "Then I'd probably remind him that I'm a wanted criminal with a gashad and would he please tell me if he's been brainwashed by his own people?"  She snickers, patting Tora on the shoulder.  "How about we contact him while we're on the ship, hmm?  A safe distance?  We can shield the signal properly."

[Chad32]

"I didn't guess. I looked it up and gave the correct dosage for her weight. Granted I don't know her exact weight, but I can guess within the nearest ten pounds. I said I'd give her a stimulant in an hour. I don't remember you saying anything against that. As for her attacker, it looked Human. However I'd say it would have to be something else to have almost killed her. The whip he used moved very quickly, and she seemed dazed for some reason."

[KitsuneMarie]

Tora sighs, not sharing any of Myitt's amusement. "Alright. I hope this proves useful," she murmurs, looking down at her feet. There is no good reason to contact him, except for the extremely small chance that he might prove an ally. She supposes the only reason Myitt is suggesting it is for Tora to have the opportunity to face one of the demons of her past. As grateful as she is to her friend for taking the risk for her, it is adding to her sense of guilt.

[Cobra (Gymn)]

Kevlin's ship re-enters the atmosphere. He sets down next to Temrash's ship and gets out. Kevlin walks over and enters. "Hey, Temrash. I just realized that I can't really go back. Dara is a wanted Hork-Bajir. They would suspect me for helping him escape. I also forgot some equipment." He gestured towards the bag in the corner. "What is making you two mad?"

[Myitt]

"If you didn't know her exact weight, then you guessed!" Corliss cries, incredulous.  "And as for not replying to you, I probably didn't hear you--I was in this room, half-conscious and immobile!  Now, can we stop this pointlessness and get her off the floor?"

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Myitt rapidly types a few lines of encryption on the hovering holoscreen, then taps the icon that signifies Illim's ship signal, setting up the communications link between her shipboard computer and his own.

She sets the stream to audio-only, and sends the hail.

"Here goes nothing," Myitt murmurs.

[Chad32]

(I thought she was on the table)

"Hey Kevlin. Sorry I didn't really say goodbye to you before. We're getting a bit riled up over terenia. seems she lapsed into unconsciousness, and after letting her rest for an hour I gave her some stimulant to get her waked up enough to demorph. Unfortunately something made her go into a siezer, and corliss is up in arms about it. He wants to get Asda, the doctor, but he's afraid to leave her." Temrash said as he got her on the table again.

"She's got about forty five minutes to wake up before her host becomes a nothlit, but she isn't waking up. take Corliss to go see Asda." He told Kevlin. He took a few steps towards Kevlin to say something quietly in Hork-Bajir tongue to him. "Then leave him outside. He's getting way too emotional."  

[Cobra (Gymn)]

"Yes, sir. Let's go get the doctor. What does this Asda look like? Is she the one with four arms?" 

[KitsuneMarie]

Tora's fingers drum nervously on the back of the chair as she watches the screen, waiting for a response.


Three sips into his Corona, Illim jumps as a tiny chip on his belt gives three rapid, loud beeps. He removes the device and compresses its single button, which causes a tiny holoscreen to be projected above it. Incoming communication, the holoscreen reads in blocky green letters. He frowns in worry. Who would be calling him? It could be dangerous to answer, but he couldn't chance missing a message from his friends.

After a tense moment of silence, Serid speaks up. <<Are you going to accept the communication?>>

Illim responds wordlessly, picking up his beer in his free hand and walking outside. He moves to one of the sides of the building and taps the holoscreen once more to accept the call via audio-only input. "This is Madra oh-seven-beta-nine. Please identify. Over."

[Myitt]

Corliss squints at Kevlin.  He exhales, trying to remain calm and collect his composure.  

"I don't know who you are, but I'm not going with you and leaving her with him," he says as patiently as he can.  "He just injected her with a neural stimulant without knowing her proper dosage, carried her while she was having a seizure, and didn't even recognize the importance of preventing a human who is having a seizure from biting off his own tongue.  I can help her, and I'm certainly not going to leave her."

---

Myitt watches as the signal transfers from the ship to one of the communication links being worn by one of the patrons inside the bar.

"Got him," she whispers.  The little green sphere, pulsing with light, moves just a hair closer to their ship's position.  

When Illim's human male voice echoes into the cabin, Myitt stares at Tora.

"Beta-nine?" she mouths, utterly nonplussed.  She swallows and opens her end of the communication.  "This is...this is Myitt One-Nine-Five, I am located in a nearby ship.  I see your ship's signal, here, and I'm curious to know why a brother Yeerk would find himself in such a remote location.  It isn't very often I come across our people in this strange crossroads of a place."