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[Myitt]

Corliss steps away from Terenia once he's sure she's secured, then he hangs on to the metal edge of her table. 

"Never a bloody dull moment around this place," he sighs. 

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Myitt walks along the gravel path, weaving around a couple of decrepit old ships, her attention fixed on the little glowing icon that represented this 'Madra' person.

And what was he talking about?  A beta designation?  It was ridiculous.  Had Imperial Yeerks become so numerous that letters were required as well as numbers?  Surely not.

<Penny for your thoughts.>

<You know, it would be quite pointless for you to give me a penny for my thoughts,> Myitt replies.

<You're being very closed off.  Are you worried that this Serid guy might actually know who we are?> says Tara.

<He may as well know the truth,> Myitt murmurs.  <I hate pretending to be one of them, anyway.  If he knows who I am, if he's already called us in, then we at least have the opportunity to get out of here before it's too late.>

<You sound awfully sure of yourself,> Tara says worriedly.

Myitt glances up at the sky again.  The Skrit Na ship was being suspended by...by Temrash's unusual Yeerk spacecraft. 

Well, that will save Tora from having to intervene, Myitt thinks.  And it will keep our escape vessel intact, should we need it...

Adequately reassured, Myitt pushes the door to bar open and peers around the room.  She consults her holoscreen again, and meets the gaze of several people before spying a fairly dark-skinned human in standard Yeerkish uniform. 

<Hey, where's Corliss?> Tara asks.  <No, turn me the other way, I couldn't get-->

<He's not here,> Myitt says tersely.  <Unless he's in the bathrooms, and he knows I don't trust the bathrooms...>

She swallows and nods at Serid/Illim, making her way over to them.

Stopping at their table, she looks briefly from the holoscreen to the Controller and back.

"So," says Myitt with a grin, tapping the holoscreen closed, "I take it you are Madra...what was it?  Oh-Seven-Beta-Nine?  That's an unusual designation, brother."  She offers him a hand in the human greeting.  "Myitt One-Nine-Five of the Tayon Yerralash pool, may the Kandrona ever shine and strengthen you." 

Her free left hand, though not her usual gun hand, perches itself on the butt of the Dracon in her pocket...just in case.

[KitsuneMarie]

Illim's eyes narrow as a human woman, who appears to have been deprived of some of the benefits of civilization for a while, enters the Bar and heads almost immediately towards him. <<How does he--?>>

<<Perhaps ours is the only unfamiliar face to him,>> Serid interrupts, just as interested in the significance of the Yeerk's host's scruffy appearance as Illim is. <<It seems he has been... removed from the Empire for a while. Perhaps he is on remote assignment.>>

Myitt's seemingly carefree smile catches Illim off-guard, and he slowly clasps Tara's hand, shaking it twice, firmly. "And you, brother. Sorry for the confusion: Madra isn't my name. It's my ship's class." Cheerful and talkative, huh? Sure, I can play that game too, he thinks, releasing her hand and waving an invitation to sit in the vacant chair across the table. "I'm Illim Eight-One-Seven of the Hett Simplat pool."

[Myitt]

"Well met, Illim," says Myitt, shaking his hand firmly and sitting down across from him.  "Yes, a ship.  That makes quite a lot more sense." 

She squints down at the table, drumming her free right hand on the scarred wooden surface.  "What are you having?  I, personally, fear that my host is in desperate need of coffee."

<He's a lively one,> Tara comments.  <Be careful.>

[KitsuneMarie]

"Picked up a Corona," Illim jabs a thumb towards the bottle of pale beer. "Regrettably, he didn't stick a lime in it. Ask him to put your coffee on my tab, alright?" he adds, flashing a grin.

<<Even if he is an Imperial,>> he tells Serid, <<he sure doesn't seem the formal type.>>


Tora blinks in surprise as Temrash's ship enters the holoscreen's visual, seemingly out of nowhere. Remarkably, whatever Temrash is doing seems to be working: the Skrit Na vessel is slowing its wild descent.

She gives a start as she abruptly realizes she is hearing Serid's familiar voice, and her head whips towards the speaker. It seems he and Myitt have already begun speaking. The morphed Andalite leans forward, listening to every sound.

[Myitt]

"Thanks," says Myitt, waving the bartender over.  "You're too kind.  Bartender, a big mug of coffee, please.  Black.  Oh, and with clean water."

The bartender stares blankly at her.

"It's on his tab," she says, nodding at Illim. 

Without a word the bartender brushes at his smudged apron, looks at Illim, and walks away.

"No sense in contracting some sort of illness from this dismal little place," Myitt says to Illim, smiling.  "If I might ask, where are you stationed, Illim?  This is, again, an awfully remote place if you're um...typically located on Earth."

[Cobra (Gymn)]

Kevlin leaned against a wall as Temrash took the ship up. "It's probably a good idea not to press buttons at random."

Bear slept through Vogefac's message and John replied {I am fine.} He made is way out of the Bar without Bear noticing. He leaned against the wall. He had an urge to  head into the forest.

[KitsuneMarie]

Illim blinks in owlish innocence at the bartender before looking back at the woman seated across from him. "I am stationed on Earth, but I just got an assignment off-world, so I'm out for a bit of a ride," he gives her a tight-lipped smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "You, Myitt?"

[RAFrukh]

"Colonel, we're picking up extra life-signs. Coming in fast...bearing 15.6, mark 3487."

"Onscreen," Vogefac commanded.

An average human female ran through the forest. Only she was not so average.

"Artemis?" He thought outloud to himself, "She must have gone after him alone..."

Vogefac thought. He had to think fast, or  his friend might be killed!

[Myitt]

Myitt inspects her fingernails, then looks up at Illim.

"Well, it's funny you should ask, Illim," she says casually, lowering her voice and meeting his gaze.  "Now before you panic, I'm not going to hurt you if I don't have to.  There is a Dracon aimed at your host's handsome guts.  If you move, I will cause him some severe and irreparable damage.  Are we clear?"

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin "hears" a muddled series of pictures, thoughts, and feelings coming from Terenia before he's able to clear them up and interpret them clearly.  <I do not know how much longer you have in morph Terenia...I can attempt to trigger the morphing sequence in Efaen's brain.  It is dangerous and not entirely easy, but the morphing process is automatic once it is triggered.  If I can manage to start the demorph, it should continue on its own.>

Ossanlin takes a deep breath, eyes closed, completely unaware of anything else at the moment, not even the fact that the ship has taken off.  <I will not do it without your permission.  It may sound strange, and I can't help but think that Efaen would not wish to be stuck as a human forever, but I do not know whether she would be willing to risk brain-death to avoid that.  You are the closest thing to a...well a family member...that she has right now, and I think you wish to keep her as a host so I would assume that you would have her best health interests at heart even if only for yourself.  Do you wish for me to attempt to trigger her demorph?  This could have unfortunate consequences as I mentioned.>

[Myitt]

Corliss watches worriedly, still hanging on to the side of the table where Terenia is strapped, while the ship careens through the planet's atmosphere. 

Thank the Kandrona the inertial dampeners are functioning properly, Corliss thinks, but Temrash must really be pulling some maneuvers out there.

His attention snaps back to reality as Ossanlin's voice rings in his head.

"This process, there is a significant risk of killing them?" he demands, turning to Ossanlin and fighting the sudden wave of dizziness.

[RAFrukh]

"CLOAK THE SHIP!" Vogefac ordered Nefenok.

"Sir, cloaking the ship will take up at least half our energy reserves. We will lose system repair, automatic tar––"

"I said, CLOAK! We don't want Anathema to know we are coming for him. And if we can, we will wait to see if Artemis can take him out on her own. It is what is driving her. As fellow warriors, we must respect that."

The RISS Zetylon shimmered, and faded into thin air.

"Now, take us around behind Artemis and follow her at a distance of 5 meters."

He was still debating whether or not to contact her telepathically...no . This was her fight. But still. With so dangerous an opponent...

He anonymously donated psionic strength to her muscles and mind. He tried his best to keep her from knowing he was the source of the energy.

[Kitulean]

The new voice told her to strap in. Vanessa opened her mouth. "Uhhhh..." With some effort, she managed to figure out how to shove the restraints down over herself. Though they weren't designed for someone of her size and shape, so she wasn't sure how much good they'd do. Still, better than nothing. "Okay, is there any way to tell which ones are the landing thrusters? This stuff isn't labeled. At least not in English."


OnStar's additional advice made her nod a little jerkily. "Right, doing whatever they s--wait, bar patron? What bar?" Vanessa asked blankly before shaking it off. "Umm, whoever's got this spaceship, what's the best thing for me to do when I don't have any idea what any of this stuff does? I haven't even taken my driver's test yet."

[Chad32]

Kevlin said it wouldn't be best foir her to press buttons randomly, but it was hard for Temrash to explain anything without seeing the control board. "Kevlin. I need your help. She needs to activate the landing thrusters to slow us down, but I'm unfamiliar with English letters. You need to try to translate some Galard by comparing enough Galardian letters to English letters, so she'll know where to look. If there's any wording around the controls, they should be in Galard." He said.

The ship was too close for them to swerve to the side and hopefully get the Skrit Na ship to go into orbit. otherwise he may attempt to board the vessel. As it was they'd just have to try to crash the ship as lightly as possible.

[Midnight_Huntress]

She didn't take to the trees this time. Instead she let her senses take her. She jumped over roots and fallen logs, dodged low branches and even used the staff to lift herself over obstacles. As if part of the forest, she moved with a grim look of determination. She thought of all the horrid things this monster did and felt her muscles gain strength and she sped up with the new energy.