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[Myitt]

Corliss kneels down by Efaen's left ear and waits impatiently for Terenia to fully disengage.  

"Please, don't let 'er wake up now," he murmurs, glancing at Efaen and sliding a hand under Terenia's slug body to support her.

---

Myitt looks from Tora to Serid and back again.

"See?  We can all play nicely, can't we?" Myitt says hopefully.  

[Chad32]

"Coem this way please." Temrash said, and made his way back to the ship. Once he was back at the entrace, he commanded the ship to turn off the barrier, and entered the ****pit. "Vanessa, I'm going to want to know if the Skrit na did anything to you. when she gets the time, I'll have our local overworked doctor have a good look at you. She at least looks mostly Human, save for two extra arms. Please rest in my chair here in the cokpit." He said after Vanessa entered the ship.

he went into the medbay to check up on things, and saw Corliss holding terenia in his hand. He went to a shelf and pulled out a portable kandrona container. "Place her in here. I'll find soomething to restrain Efaen. I'm certainly not going to have an unrestrained Yeerk hating Andalite waking up on my ship. I think the Skrit Na are gone. I'll have a look around a little later to see what salvageable things are in there."

[Stephquiem]

"Well, when you ask so nicely," Fiona says sarcastically. "I told you, you've got nothing I want. There's no reason for me to help you." She lifts her glass, then sets it down abruptly. "Besides, even if I was so inclined to help anyone, why would I help you?"

[RAFrukh]

<Good question. If it makes it feel you any better, I feel exactly the same way.>, Dyvinia said, trying to disgust her.

[KitsuneMarie]

Tora releases her hold on her Dracon and folds her hands on the table. "I suppose that depends on Serid."

This, however, is apparently the wrong thing to say. The nothlit snarls at her. "I do not appreciate your condescension or your patronization. You know full well what you did to me, and if you have any remaining decency, you will grant my right to be furious and bitter with you."

Tora sighs, trying to calm her jittery stomach as she nods. "Serid, I have felt constant guilt for what happened between us. I wish that I had been more open with you regarding my growing sympathies with the Yeerks. The truth is I knew you would not understand, and I thought that if I told you, you would jeopardize our assignment. I acted selfishly throughout. I wish to correct you on one part of your story, though."

"Oh?" Serid leers. He has sat through her little speech with growing contempt, and now his scornful smile has returned.

Tora nods again. "I did attempt to rescue you, both immediately after you were captured and for days and weeks afterwards. I heard not a single word about your location, no word of a new Andalite controller. I acquired this morph and visited the Yeerk Pool daily. I never saw you."

[Terenia]

Terenia fully removes herself from Efaen, falling a few centimeters to Corliss' hand where she curls up on herself, blind and helpless.


"Great!" Trey calls back. He continues his trip around the ship, looking for a visible hatch. He does not see anything that looks as though it is opening, though, and soon enough he has made a full circuit.

"Hmm..." he wonders, brow furrowing. Maybe they went into the other ship...Temrash's? Is it his? Trey bites the inside of his cheek, not really sure what to do next. He wants to make sure that the girl is alright, but clearly she is being taken care of by....someone, and Trey can't do much if they are all aboard the ship. He contemplates returning to Elayne, but Mar might still be there, and that thought deters him. Torn, he stands there, shifting his weight from one foot to another in a moment of indecisiveness.

[Myitt]

"Don't restrain her," Corliss calls, waiting for Terenia to finish crawling over his hand.  So strange, as always, to hold one of his own people.  Stranger still that it was Terenia herself.  "Not yet.  I'll make sure Terenia is taken care of, but for now I don't think we should risk moving Efaen.  If you can...just...bind her tail, that should do."

<Smart move, mate,> says Mike.  <I'm glad you value my 'ead as much as I do.>

Corliss lifts Terenia up and up, taking her to the metal container that Temrash had set out.  He fills the little portable pool with water from the med bay water faucet, and shakes out one of the nutrient packets it dispenses, pressing the included Kandrona generator on.

It instantly emits its calming hum.

"Posh," Corliss says with a small smile, testing the water temperature with a pinky finger.  He places Terenia into the pool with a sigh.  "You're safe now, at least.  Have a bit of a rest." 

---

"How long did it take for Illim to become assigned to you, Serid?" Myitt asks.  "If it was a significant amount of time, the Peace Movement contacts you made while in Yeerk morph, Tora, may never have been aware that Serid was a nothlit, or that he was being given a Yeerk sympathetic to the Movement's cause."

She frowns.  "It's so odd, though.  Why would the Empire cover up the acquisition of an Andalite host?  Even an Andalite nothlit in human form?"

[Stephquiem]

Fiona shrugs, crossing her legs under the table. She continues watching the door. What's taking him so long, anyway? She didn't expect to actually be stuck here for any real amount of time.

"I guess being small isn't such a good thing after all," she says idly, drumming her fingers on the tabletop. "You could try waiting for somebody to come in and ask them."

[KitsuneMarie]

"The Visser's pride. He wanted to be the only one," Serid sneers to Myitt. "As a nothlit, I was of little more use to him than a human, so there was no reason to broadcast my capture." The longer he talks, the more his face relaxes into a neutral expression. "To answer your other question, it was ten Earth years." Then, abruptly, he snarls again. "But do not try to make excuses for her, Yeerk. Ertoran had ample time to devise a strategy. And, by the looks of it, ample resources with her newfound connection to your rebellion."

Tora sighs in agitation, folding her arms across her chest. "Once I joined the rebellion, I could not sacrifice the safety of many for the sake of one. Besides, I have hardly ever been on Earth since."

"Is not the life of a fellow Andalite, beside whom you once swore to serve the People, more valuable than a nest of strangers?" Serid demands, his eyes narrowing in anger.

The laugh Tora gives is indistinguishable from a cough. "I am no longer an Andalite."

"Feh," Serid snorts in disgust, turning his head away from her. "Would that we could have traded situations. You are deplorable."

[Chad32]

Temrash had been practically ignoring the person who was calling outside. He supposed he should figure out who it was and let him enter. "hey Kevlin. Why don't you find that guy that was outside and invite him in?" He said as he grabbed the same forcefield generators he used on Keshin.

"These should do. As long as no one tampers with them from the outside, and she doesn't have a morph large enough to break out, she should be well restrained without having to touch her." He said.


Back in the void, the phantom fought with Vogefac. trying to slash out without being harmed by the enrgy claws. Fredrick tried to free Silver and get her away as they fought, feeling he would just be in the way otherwise.

[Myitt]

Corliss nods, taking the forcefield-generating restraints from Temrash. 

He clamps one to Efaen's tail, halfway down its length, and the other to the end of the tail blade.  The blue-green field of energy snaps on along the rear half of Efaen's tail, rendering the tail blade no more dangerous than a Dracon stun shot. 

He then approaches the pool again, looking down at its sludgy gray surface.

<I have to talk to her,> says Corliss.  <Alone.>

<You're not honestly leaving me here with a bust head and an Andalite hell wench?> Mike cries.

<You've got my Dracon.  You'll be fine,> says Corliss, leaning himself over the little pool and tilting Mike's head to one side.

<Like hell I will!> Mike yells silently.  <Oy, wait, get back 'ere!>

Corliss starts to disengage from Mike's brain, slowly slithering out into the air. 

In a few moments the Yeerk splashes under the surface of the pool, and Mike backs away, dazed and irritated, rubbing his ear.

"You'd better be quick!" he yells down at the water's surface.

---

Myitt snorts in derision.  "Of course.  The wearying and overpowering pride of Visser Three," she mutters, looking down.

In response to Serid, she turns to him.  "Ah?  Are you so eager to join our rebellion now, Andalite?  So eager to trade places simply because your misfortune is the product of a failed mission?  You are a warrior, are you not?  And your comrade attempted to save you.  That is more than many can ask for.  You should consider yourself lucky to have had such loyalty on your side, for all its unfortunate ending."

[Shenmue654]

Mar snickers, stroking his hand up Elayne's arm and shoulders. It feels odd to tell such a pure woman about this man. It's as if he feels that it were rather inappropriate despite Elayne's mature age.

"Well, you see..." Mar blushes slightly. "...while I can technically do all of my jobs myself I at times require a second opinion. I therefore picked out parts of myself and summoned them as my Generals. One of them deals with...well...deals with what I am experiencing now. But..."

Mar shakes his head back and forth, suddenly pulling away. "Look, this isn't really the time. There is something...off going on out there. Ossanlin has changed and there are other metaphysical beings on the Bar's premises now. You cannot be wandering around doing all this ridiculous babysitting or you will get hurt."

[Chad32]

"Actually Vanessa, I guess you probably don't want to sit in a ship at all. Skrit na or otherwise." Temrash said, and opened the hatch. "Come on. You can take a walk. Just please don't run very far, because this place isn't totally safe."

[KitsuneMarie]

"So she says, anyway," Serid turns his sneer back on Myitt. "I have no cause to believe her. There is no proof that she did as she says."

Tora shakes her head in irritation. "Simply because there is no proof does not mean it did not happen. Are you so childish as to find yourself unable to take anything on faith?"

"On the contrary," Serid growls, swinging his head towards the plain-looking woman. "I have embraced what my life has become, for what it is worth, but I have no reason to trust you. I am perfectly content to doubt your every word."

Tora huffs. "I maintain shreds of honor, despite what you might imagine. I am productive in the war against the Empire, and I did what I could to assist you. I have felt guilt, true, but there is no reason for it; there is nothing more productive that I could have done after your capture than search for you as I did."

Serid shakes his head angrily and clamps his mouth shut. <<This conversation is over. It is like reasoning with a statue,>> he tells Illim in irritation.

The Yeerk heaves a sigh as he resumes control of his host. "Serid would like me to report that he's got nothing else to say," he says, his tone dull as he offers Myitt an apologetic frown. He is not even really conscious of the action or why it should be directed at her, distracted as he is by the fuming Andalite.


Elayne's face, if possible, becomes even more heated as Mar speaks, and she takes a long breath when he finally changes the subject to focus herself. "I'm not a child--not by my own people's standards, anyway, Mar," she tells him. "I won't get myself hurt. In fact..." she hesitates a moment. "Mar, I'm not sure I belong here. At the Bar. I'd thought that, maybe, I could set up shop as a mechanic, put my past out of my mind." With a wan smile, she says, "I'm not sure I can yet."

[Shenmue654]

Mar's grip suddenly tightens to the point where it actually hurts. An odd red sheen briefly appears over his clear green eyes, and then fades. How could she...even think of leaving this place? This was the only place in existence in which Mar could take this form. If Elayne left the Bar, then she would lose him forever. Or at least the version of him that cared about her at all. Perhaps she simply did not grasp that.

"Elayne, sweetie..." states Mar very carefully but with an odd tone in his voice. He can't hide his fear. "...if you leave, the me you meet outside will not be the same. We must come up with a way to recreate this effect before you go. You are one of three people I have any affection for. I..."

Mar rubs his forehead. "...I don't know why I am in this situation. But I don't care anymore. I will not lose you to anything or anyone."