Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Chad32]

"Hey Ossanlin." Temrash said as he passed. He let Ossanlin do his thing, though he wasn't sure what it was. He looked at Kevlin, and gave the Hork-Bajir version of a shrug.

[Cobra (Gymn)]

Kevlin shrugged back. This was confusing.

[Kitulean]

The atmosphere of the small planetoid that was home to the eclectic bar was broken by yet another ship. This one was of the 'flying saucer' variety that marked it an obvious part of the Skrit Na scavengers. As random and nomadic as the race was, the ship arriving wouldn't be that unusual. What was unusual, however, were the screams coming over any open com channel that could or would pick them up.

"May Day!" The young brunette human girl, who looked more like she should be sleeping through 10th grade math than sitting at the controls of an advanced (to her) starship, shouted. "April Day, June Day, whatever Day gets me out of this stupid thing! Help!"

Not so very long ago at all, Vanessa Eldridge had been an ordinary girl. She liked watching movies, mainly comedies though some action and romance poked in at either side of the scale sometimes, and she liked rollerblading, cooking, and drawing. She was average in school, getting decent grades but nothing to earn trophy for. In all, Vanessa wouldn't have earned any of the 'most likely to' awards. And she was most definitely not 'most likely to be abducted by idiotic space aliens who couldn't differentiate between an important human that was worth snatching and a tired girl who just wanted to walk from school to the mall without getting kidnapped by refugees from a Mystery Science Theater film, damn it'. For one thing, the plaque would have to be enormous.

But here she was. Ten minutes earlier, Vanessa was being dragged kicking and yelling from the empty room that she had been tossed into moments after being abducted. It was one of the grey aliens that was pulling her, at least, rather than one of the ugly ****roaches. That much she had been grateful for. But whatever they wanted her for, wherever the grey alien was pulling her, she wanted no part of. No siree.

Then, in the midst of her struggle, the aliens, all of them, had simply vanished. Vanessa had fallen onto her butt with a yelp of surprise. After looking around with a mixture of suspicion and disbelief for a moment, she decided not to look the gift horse in the mouth. Heck, for all she knew, these aliens had been abducted as some kind of karmic retribution for abducting her. Still though, she had been briefly sure that the aliens would come back. So she took the opportunity to run and find a good hiding place. That lasted for about 2 minutes before she'd realized that if the aliens didn't come back, all hiding was going to do was ruin her chances of getting home. And possibly result in a flaming kablooey of death when the ship rammed into something.

During her run and hide phase, Vanessa found what looked like Star Trek's prop room. A whole pile of high tech odds and ends, including some kind of laser gun. Figuring whatever was in the same pile might come in handy, she had taken her backpack that used to contain her schoolwork and filled it to the brim with everything it could carry. Then she took the blaster gun thing to protect herself. Because she didn't figure she could count on everything that might hurt her being as nice as the stupid grey aliens and ****roaches had been by disappearing.

After loading her backpack down, Vanessa had hurried up to the front of the ship. The idea had been to land the thing somewhere. But that idea was lost in translation since she had absolutely no idea of how to do that. Instead, she found herself hitting buttons at random, praying one of them was a radio, while she shouted and plead for help from anyone who would listen.

"Oh god, someone please tell me how to land this stupid thing. Or better yet, beam over here and do it yourself. Captain Kirk! Someone get me Captain Kirk! Or Picard! Or Data! I'll even settle for Sulu, people! Sulu! We are at Sulu level desperation, guys! Anybody?"

[Terenia]

Trey shifts his weight, his face flushing as Elayne and Mar have a conversation about him directly in front of him. He is touched by Elayne's desire to help him, but he feels oddly guilty for keeping her from Mar. No reason to, he tells himself. Mar isn't exactly one of the good guys.

Trey's thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a new ship entering atmosphere. He looks up curiously, noting the familiar Skrit Na layout. He is about to dismiss it, when he notices that the ship is not following a familiar Skrit Na landing pattern. In fact, it looks quite out of control.

"Um....guys?" Trey hastens to interrupt, pointing upward.


<<I can hear you, I just can't do anything with this stupid body,>> Terenia says, hoping Ossanlin can hear her frustrated reply. She is unsure how she feels about his presence, but decides against protesting. If he can help her...

Terenia pushes her anger at Ossanlin aside, momentarily, and instead focuses on Efaen. She is still drifting somewhere beneath consciousness, but there seems to be the slightest amount of life there. Maybe. It is hard for Terenia to tell if she is witnessing dream fragments or bits of memory.

<<She wore down,>> Terenia informs Ossanlin, relaying what she knows from Efaen's comatose brain. <<Too little sleep, I guess. It's been....God, it's been days, I think. That, plus morphing and several fights and ->> she stops herself before mentioning Tamora, redirecting her thoughts <<-everything else that has happened. She just collapsed on me, and I can't get the dapsen Andalite to wake up!>>

[KitsuneMarie]

When the feed is ended, the fuzzy image goes black, and Tora returns her hand to the chair's back in an attempt to still its trembling. Despite her fear, she gives a small smile. "I presume that the Yeerk will likely only speak about himself--if he is, indeed, infested--so Serid may never even enter the conversation. You are talented at dodging questions you do not wish to answer, so I know that we will remain safe."

She glances back to the blank holoscreen before saying, "Myitt, I thank you for speaking with him. Perhaps I could listen in so that, if there is trouble, I would know it and come to your assistance. He should not recognize me, as I acquired this morph after I lost him."


Once the woman's voice and background noises go silent, Illim brings his full attention to reading any details his device can draw from her ship. Unfortunately, there is nothing more he can determine without attempting to hack into Myitt's computer. Feeling vulnerable, he powers down the holoscreen and puts it away, snagging his Corona from the windowsill before returning inside. Instead of making his way to the Bar, he chooses a seat near the corner that afforded an unimpeded view of the room.


Elayne is distracted from her conversation by Trey's interruption, but once she lays eyes on the Skrit Na ship, she cannot seem to look away. "Is it just me... or does it look like its trajectory might take it dangerously close to the Bar?" Biting her bottom lip, she turns and hurries back the twenty meters to her ship, wanting a clearer reading on the spacecraft.

[RAFrukh]

While the ship powered up, Vogefac began to worry about his friends. Anathema could have snuck up on the Bar by nowe

{John? Are you all right? Just think the answer, I will hear you.}
{Bear, how are you?}

He searched for Artemis, {How are those scars?}

All that time, he was working on a S.E.N.S.O.R. to find what had gone wrong with my Pulsce core. It wasn't charging properly. Ah. The Intramatrix liquefier mechanism was offline.

"Engineer, get the ILM online!", he called.

[Midnight_Huntress]

Silver heard Vogefac within her mind again. {They do not hurt anymore. Your nurse treated me well. How are you holding up?} She thought back as she watched her father be taken to the sick bay.

[RAFrukh]

{Well, the ship is coming along fine. Personally...I'm not sure how I am. Reptilinod are not very concerned with self-comfort...} I said,

{However, if I were to put words to it? Probably anxious. In both ways.}

"Get the communications relays on in the next two minutes or you'll be with my brother shoveling Vlethath dung, Neretorg!"

[Shenmue654]

Mar carefully follows Elayne's eye toward the bizarre (and strikingly stereotypical) spacecraft in the air. He doesn't have a clue what's going on, but the Bar is no stranger to odd visitors. Himself included, really. Mar smirks at this thought and then gestures out in the spacecraft's general direction.

"I was looking for Precious, yes," states Mar uneasily. "When I found her ship, I realized that I could not get inside it regardless. If I attempted to teleport, I might have damaged myself. It is no easy task. I have therefore directed myself towards you. Shall we determine if the new arrivals are a threat?"

[KitsuneMarie]

"Yeah," Elayne nods in response to Mar's question, finding herself wondering why Myitt--who usually seems comfortable in the Bar's eclectic crowd--would hole herself up in her ship, until she realizes it may be to avoid Mar, himself.

She boards her battered Bug fighter and leaves the hatch open for Mar and Trey to follow. Once seated in the ****pit inside, she rouses the computer with the punch of a button and begins mapping the incoming ship's worrisome trajectory. A moment later, a light flashes blue on the console, indicating an incoming call.

"It's from the ship!" Elayne exclaims, accepting the call. "Skrit Na vessel, this is Elayne Jogan. I... I think you're coming in too quickly. Do you copy?" That's the understatement of the hour, she thinks, watching the trajectory plot that springs to the front of the computer screen as the calculations are completed. Sure enough, unless the ship corrects its course, things are going to get hairy.

[Kitulean]

Voice! It was a real voice other than her own rambling one. Vanessa's first instinct was to hug the console. She restrained that one, barely, and avoided accidentally hitting anymore buttons.

Then she realized what the miraculous voice had said, and peered at the screen once more before letting out a startled meep. "Uhh, just a little!" Her voice caught. "Only all the stupid ****roach aliens and Spielberg's wet dreams took some kind of hike and disappeared. And I don't even know where the cup holder on this thing is, let alone how to fly it! S-so, Miss OnStar, can you please uhhh, get me down from here?! The slow way! The slow way!"

[Chad32]

Temrash was distracted by the ship telling him he had an incoming call. After hearing it, he turned to Kevlin. "There's a distress call from a Human sounding girl calling for different people such as Kirk and Picard. My scanners show there's a skrit Na vessel coming in at too sharp an angle for the girl to survive."

"Everyone needs to buckle in." He said, as he went to apply a stasis field around terenia. "If I hurry I may be able to get this ship into the air and pull the Skrit Na ship with the tractor beam. I've already started the engines. terenia should be safe inside a stasis field. The rest of you might want to sit down or hang on to something."

[Terenia]

Trey breaks into a jog, following Elayne back onto the ship that he had just exited moments before. Automatically his hand trails to his pocket, looking for the computer disk. It isn't there and for a moment he almost panics, but then he remembers that Elayne has it. Relaxing slightly, he tunes into the voice coming over the com.

"****roach?" he echoes. "Sounds like Skrit Na. I wonder..." but he cuts off, listening to the girls response to Elayne.

[Myitt]

"What?  Wait a minute, don't put her in a stasis field, she won't be able to answer him!" Corliss protests, pointing wildly at Ossanlin.  

He then squints up at the ceiling.  "Skrit Na?" he wonders aloud.  Part of him briefly considers that if the ship does crash, there may be salvageable supplies on board...but the girl was either human, or very much indoctrinated by modern human pop culture.  

And she was probably going to die.

<And all you can think about is whether they've stolen a television, or some portable Kandrona wave-particle generators,> Mike jabs.

"Christ, all right," Corliss mutters, half to Temrash and half to Mike.  "Help me strap her in, someone."  He sets about pulling the gurney's living metal restraints out from underneath the table.  The first two snake around Terenia's prostrate form like translucent worms, meshing together at her chest and thighs.  

---

Myitt smiles weakly at Tora.  "Yeah.  Yeah, it'll be fine.  I--"

The holoscreen beeps, indicating a new tech reading...approachi ng the bar area at a precarious speed.

"Uh," Myitt breathes, tapping at the icon.  A human female sounding voice booms into the cabin, and Myitt yelps.  

"Computer, decrease ambient audio levels!" she snaps in Galard, covering her ears.  The voice decreases in volume, but just a little--whoever this was really was yelling frantically.  

About Star Trek.  

"And...you take care of this," Myitt says, hastily getting up and hurrying for the hatchway.  She pauses mid-step, looking back at her friend.  "Please, just, try not to get hurt.  And don't let that thing **** up my ship.  But you're...you know."  

<More important?> Tara suggests.

Running a hand idly along the dirty inside wall of the hatch, Myitt adds quietly in Yeerkish, "You'll be okay."

Then she opens the hatch and hops over the edge of the extended ramp, jogging along toward the bar and keeping an eye on the brightly colored flying saucer careening towards the only bit of civilization on this rock.  

[Chad32]

"I know this will be inconvenient for Terenia, but if we don't move this second that girl will die." Temrash said as he worked with Corliss. He didn't have time to weigh the pros and cons of doing this. If this Human careening towards them was worth saving. They either had to help her this second, or hope she wasn't someone they would have liked.

After finishing their work, Temrash ran to his seat and sent a message to the other ship. "I'm coming up to help you. Find the pilot's chair, and pull back on the closest control mechanism to you." He said. It was typical for the flight controls to be nearest the pilot's chair. Other than that, he didn't know enough about Skrit Na ships to help her. He ran the emergency liftoff procedure, boosted the compensators, and blasted off towards the ship.

He swooped around behind the careening ship, and flew along above it until the tractor beam managed to grab hold. Now was the hard part. He kicked the thrusters into high gear, trying to slow the descent of the vessel.