Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Shenmue654]

Mar glances towards the people on each side of him, realizing immediately that he stands no chance of fighting all of them, strong as they are. He is disoriented enough by his current mind and perception of reality, but he knows he cannot destroy them.

If they kill me at this point, it will take an enormous amount of time to reform another shape of this kind. They seem powerful enough that even a simple avatar will take effort, and it would be unwise to create an avatar near a place with people who have had dealings with Crayak. I must tell them something, or this situation may destroy my progress here.

Mar turns towards Myitt. "We first met because I sought your presence in a place that I spend a great deal of time. I have many such places from which to work, but this one is closest to my true residence. You stayed there under my dominion for a time, and I did not harm you or anyone else. You witnessed me about to order the destruction of an enemy of mine, and asked me to spare him due to sympathy. I asked for you in return. You do not believe in what I have taken, and so in effect my involvement should not disturb you. And since you requested that I do not directly involve myself....I won't, for a time. All I seek is to check up on you from time to time."

Mar glances at the hostile parties irritably. "Clearly, this was the wrong time and place."

Mar glares outward at the group. "Is this the way you behave? Threatening people who have done nothing at all but speak their position and attempt to protect someone's mind from harm? You think yourselves superior to that empire you so hate, but you act just as they do when confronted. All I wanted to do was pay the tab of a young lady I know and determine what involvement you have in the game being played in this world. Hmph. I don't want to be killed, but your weapons are pointed at me. Let me have a drink of my own, or shoot away."

[Myitt]

The bartender taps the glass of red wine he had set in front of Mar some time ago.  A new note next to it reads, "I'll put it on the Yeerk's tab."

Myitt doesn't notice.  "Sorry, but I don't like it when strange creatures show up and tell me I've sold my soul to them for something I have no recollection of.  What else don't I remember?"  She shakes her head.  "I need you to give me your assurance.  Promise me you won't use whatever powers you have to cause harm to the rebellion.  Not some half-*ssed 'some of the time' promise, either.  If you can't do that, then I can't hold off any of these people here from destroying you."  Her tone is cold.  "Myself included."

[applix]

Mike had wandered about for the whole day, delirious because of how long he had spent out in the sun without food or water. His body seemed to waver every few minutes. At one point he crashed into a tree, just falling over into it and passing out for nearly a quarter of the day. He woke to a throbbing head and a purple brow, wondering why twilight had progressed into the sky above him. He couldn't see where he was going half of the time and there was even a few hours he just lay on the ground with his face in the mud trying to remember his name. Night came and the day of insanity passed as he walked in the wrong direction, essentially away from the bar which was the nearest establishment.

The youth who appeared to be about 3 years shy of his 20th birthday or a bit younger, finally collapsed against a strange object he could only feel with his hands. His sight had gotten better but tears, sweat, and blood now held his eyelids partially closed. His chest rose and fell quickly, his tongue dry and his body looking beaten and bruised. His skintight outfit was lacking with all of the holes appearing in the black material. He mouthed something with his lips, but it really didn't mean anything now. His mind was off hallucinating and dehydration was quickly making him its victim.

The boy had found refuge near a ship, mud covered him but his shape was obvious enough.

(Anyone who wants to claim this ship, please do so. I don't really have a strict plan right now and I'd rather not be forced to RP with myself so I don't want it to be Applix's ship. If you want it can be alarmed or whatever.)

[Myitt]

((Sure thing Applix XD  Another new (old) character! ))

The young man inside the sleek, crouched Skimmer ship watches the boy outside.  He whistles to himself, amused.  The boy looks like he's about to collapse, poor b*stard, and so the young man decides to help him.

The Skimmer's hatch melts open in its black metal side, and a 20-something white guy with messy black hair, wearing a grey single-piece uniform, sits down on the edge.  His skinny legs swing back and forth above the grass, black boots just missing the longest blades.  He has a jug of water--it says "Thermos" brand on it--and he rolls it between his hands.

"'Oy," he says.  "You look a bit worse for wear, mate.  Do you want some water?"  The young man has a black gun and a number of other devices slung around his belt, and he looks pale, like he hasn't been out in sunlight in some time.  He reaches down and unscrews the top of the Thermos, handing the open container to the boy.  "Come 'ead, we'd better get you to a medic.  And I reckon the closest one's gonna be inside that building over there."  He nods at the bar, some distance away. 

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[Breekan1]

Breekan catches glimpse of Shal's dazed look and odd behavior. He turns, concerned. He snaps his fingers in front of her face, seeing if he can get her to focus or react. "Hey? Hey, you alright?"

[applix]

Applix lowered his form as he landed on all fours, his muzzle now at about abdomen-height. He quirked his eyes and his fur shook wildly, standing on end. His little tail flickered behind him, ready for a fight if one came. He looked to Myitt with his dead black eyes.

***

Mike looked up at what he thought was a ghost, the man's outline barely seen. Without really knowing what had been said to him or really what the slowly darkening object was, he reached out to it with his shaky left hand. His fingers found the thermos but he lurched forward without a sense of balance in his weary state and clumsily knocked it over and into the grass before him. He withered away from the fallen object as if in fear and rolled his eyes before fainting where he lay. His body looked youthful but also worn and crippled. He didn't even bother shivering in his sad state of unconsciousness even though his skin was cool to the touch in the warm weather about him.

[Myitt]

"Bloody 'ell," says the young British man in the spaceship, and he hops the few feet to the ground, picking up the water bottle and crouching by the boy.  He checks the boy's pulse.  "'ey, you alright then?"  He slaps at his face a bit.  "Wake up, mate.  You need to drink something." 

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[applix]

The youth appeared awake for a moment as his eyes opened and the blue spheres inside those sockets rolled around a bit. He could see the hand moving in to slap him in slow motion, but his muscles wouldn't budge and even if they did he didn't know what was going on or how to react. He opened his mouth mostly because it was easy to let it just slide open. It made it easy to feed him the bottle like some vegetable in a coma. For now he remained in a half-sleep, needing a few minutes to collect his mind and return from the hallucinations that had come to him in fits of dehydration.

[Myitt]

The young man lets the boy drink a little, holding his head up so he doesn't choke.  He sets the Thermos down and glances around, watching some birds--or something like birds--fly off from a nearby tree.  He stands up and lets his hand rest on the gun at his hip, turning back to the bar.  He doesn't say anything, he just stares off for a long moment. 

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[Shenmue654]

Mar glances briefly at the bartender and nods, sipping the red wine. It makes him feel better, and he can't recall ever having had such satisfaction with the stuff before. He then sighs tiredly at Myitt.

"If you so insist. Dying would complicate matters, and I'm in dire need of a cold drink. I hear that does wonders for the mind, my dear. I don't have anything personal against your little gang, and I believe they will fail miserably in their endeavors in any case. You are not a weak rebellion but it isn't good enough, and that suits me just fine."

Mar's practically sneering at this last bit of conversation. He's obviously not very happy.

(And still a jerk. I feel kind of bad for writing it. XD But hey, he's him. )

[Myitt]

"It's good enough for now," Myitt snarls, sitting back and wincing at the shooting pain in her arm and her side.  She exhales, suddenly quite tired.  "Close enough for government work."

<When was the last time I slept?>

"I don't know," Myitt murmurs wearily.  She looks around at her friends and acquaintances, most of them bristling for a fight.  "Come on, let's have a round.  It's better than bloodshed."

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The young man gazes down at a small, floating translucent screen.  Its green light makes his pale skin look very odd indeed.  "Hmh.  Well, she's here somewhere.  Dunno where, 'er luck she's face down on the bathroom floor, singing 'Show Me The Way To Go Home'..."  He glances back at the dehydrated boy, lying in the gravel. 

The holoscreen flickers off and he exhales.  "Right.  Hello?  Are you alive?  Bleeding Christ, I can't carry you like this..."  He paces a little, wondering where he's left the stretcher.

[Shenmue654]

Mar sighs. "I suppose since I'm paying your tab, this is on my coin. Very well, mooch off of me. You have no idea how much I will be looking forward to the day when you die."

Mar continues to sip his drink, looking truly irritated with how far these fools have gone in humiliating him. Even if I can't mess with thing things directly ...I may be able to cash in on a few old favors. I'd say that I wouldn't stand for it, but I have before. And I will again. Patience is a virtue. ......an annoying virtue.

[Myitt]

"Yeah, that's great," says Myitt flatly, taking a glass of redin from the bartender and clicking it against Mar's wine glass.  "Cheers."  She drinks the entire glass, sets it down, and finds herself suddenly unconscious, face down on the bar.

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The young man outside helps the unconscious boy onto a stretcher made of black metal, floating a few feet off the ground.  "Close exterior hatch," he murmurs in a language that the boy might not understand, if he were conscious.  The Skimmer ship's hatch melts closed, and the young man pushes the boy toward the bar.  "I swear, if it starts raining half dead humans in spandex, they'd better not all come running to me," he mutters, weaving around the parked ships.  He reaches the door and props it open with a foot, pushing the semi-conscious boy inside.  "Right, got a sick bugger 'ere, dehydrated.  Gave 'im some of this."  He waves the Thermos, then pauses, blinking at the scene.  "Oy, what, is she drunk or dead then?" He nods at Myitt.

[Shenmue654]

Mar backs away from the bar in sudden shock and then glances over Myitt. He lightly pets her hair and seems almost warm, but quickly stops before someone inside the bar can take offense. He then glances at the new arrival and states,

"You look vaguely familiar. But I can't place it at all. Maybe you look like someone else I know. She's just unconscious."

[Myitt]

Myitt shudders, unaware of anything other than a dark and troubling booze-induced nightmare her host is suffering through...or is it from the alcohol at all...?

The young man looks at everyone in the bar, nodding at a few people.  "Oy, Breekan, Shal...Christ, Shal, what 'appened to your leg, mate?...Ossanlin...what's this, a fecking reunion then?"  He glances at Mar, looks him up and down.  "Don't know ya.  I'm Corliss Three-Eight-Two."  He eyes Myitt, slumped over the bar counter next to him, then looks back at Mar.  "D'you know my sibling, eh?  And why she's down for the count?"