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[KitsuneMarie]

Tora nods. "I--"

She abruptly cuts herself off with a frown, ****ing her head to the side. Her mousy brown hair falls over her shoulder. "Wait, what?" Clearly the expression is baffling her.

[Myitt]

Myitt smirks.  "We're looking for help from the wrong allies," she explains.  "But what other allies can we...you know...ally with?  Do you think there would be more like Illim, more Peace Movement people who are even more tired of inaction and willing to give up their whole lives for it?"

[KitsuneMarie]

Tora's confused expression dissipates, and she gives a slow nod. "I would be surprised if he were the only one. As I understand it, it is much easier for dissatisfied Imperials to join with the Peace Movement than the rebellion on Earth, as we are more covert."

She straightens her head. "Perhaps we could contact them--securely, of course. Do you think that...?" Tora's brow furrows and she crosses her arms as her question trails off. Do not suggest we return to him for help, or even for his communication device, she chastises herself. That Yeerk and his host can only lead to trouble for me and the rebellion.

[Myitt]

"Hmm?  Oh.  Illim?  No, we'd better go with someone a bit more reliable," Myitt says, drumming the fingers of her free hand on the other armrest.  "Only trouble is, the Peace Movement and our faction have had so little to do with each other recently.  I can't even think of who we could contact on Earth, not who's still alive, at least."

She glances sideways at Tora, eyes narrowing.  "If Illim is our only chance to recruit from the Movement, you know we have to march back in there and talk to him, right?  And I just wanted to sleep in my own nasty old cot in my own little cave..."

[Terenia]

"Hm..." Trey says noncommitally, wondering what her version of Earth must be like. Very different from 2010 on my Earth, that's certain. Trey takes another, smaller, sip of his Coke and leans back in his chair. For the first time since entering the bar he actually feels somewhat comfortable, despite the fact that he looks as though he just walked out of a losing bar brawl. As if to remind him that he isn't really in top condition his head pangs painfully. He winces, raising a hand to the bandage wrapped tightly around the right side of his head to see if any blood has seeped through.

"So," Trey says, lowering his hand, "if you're from a time where Earth was still planet-bound how'd you get here? Did the Skrit Na abduct you or something? They have a bit of a tendency to do that, though I've never heard of them taking anyone from Earth."


<Maybe...> Terenia allows. It is obvious from her tone that she does not believe him, but also that she wants to believe him. She wants to be able to think that what she did really was best for Tamora, and that others recognized her insanity too. Somehow she doubts that, though. Still, it is something to hold on to.

<Do you think...> Terenia trails off, feeling awkward about asking the question that she has been mulling over ever since she spoke to Mike following Tamora's murder. Even if he gives her the answer she wants, she isn't sure if she'll be able to believe him. She has to ask, though.

<I really...really...don't want to go back to the Empire,> Terenia begins again, her "voice" shaky. <I know it is what Efaen wants, for her own reasons. As soon as she is convinced that I am not going to go crazy and kill everyone we talk to she will try to convince me to return. I just...it's been a long time since I've been free of the Blade Ship for this long, and strange as it sounds it has been one of the most relaxing couple of days I've had in awhile.> She laughs bitterly, a series of electronic pulses. <How insane is that?>

[Myitt]

<It is not insane at all,> Corliss replies, and if he could smile, he would be.  <If you don't want to return to the Empire, you don't have to, you know.  Why not let Efaen return to her people, and come with us?  Surely you have no ties to the Empire, now that...now that you've eliminated them.  Visser Three would never be able to find you.  Not if I can help it.>

[Terenia]

For the first time since arriving at the bar, Terenia seems to seriously consider the prospect of leaving her host. It is certainly tempting. Except...

<If I left her I'd lose the ability to morph,> Terenia says. <I'd lose...I'd lose my morph. It's the closest thing I have to my humanity. I know it sounds awful, but I can't see myself without her.> Strangely, the "her" Terenia is referring to is not Efaen at all.

[Myitt]

<Then it is your choice,> Corliss replies. <I can't make you join us, and I can't make Efaen join us, either, in spite of what Reven has said.  You'll have to choose between saving the image of your humanity, or saving your life.  There's nothing but death for you in the Empire.  Of course, you could let go of that image and help us try to save all of humanity.>  He laughs bitterly.  <Or at least, die trying.  Those are terrible choices, I'm afraid, but at least with us you'll have a place to live.  You'll be away from Visser Three.  You'll have...well.  People who care about you.>

He barely notices how close he's gotten to Terenia's body, their antennae-like palps touching; not a romantic gesture, those are unknown to Yeerks, but one of personal intimacy.  Trust.   

[Terenia]

<I hope she's alright...> This time Terenia is referring to Efaen, still unconscious on the floor of Temrash's ship. <It's strange, you know. Efaen and I hated eachother for so long, and we still don't exactly get along. I'd never call us friends, but...I feel sort of responsible for her, you know? Like...if something bad happened it would be my fault, even though I'm not inside her.>

Terenia lets out the equivalent of a sigh, glad that Corliss is here to talk with her. He is the closest thing to a friend she has had in years, and he actually seems to care about her well-being. Perhaps that is why she is so seriously considering his offer. The thought of being near Corliss is infinitely better than the thought of being anywhere in the vicinity of Visser Three.

<If I...chose to join you, what wold happen?> Terenia asks.

[Myitt]

<I hope Efaen is recovering, as well,> Corliss says gently.  <She may want to kill me and Mike, but I don't exactly want the same for her.>

He considers Terenia's question.  <If you joined without Efaen?  I would transport you to our new location.  You'd have to be questioned, of course, but Myitt says she's performed a full memory dump on you, and there isn't much that can hide from one of those.  You'd have to be observed for a while, nothing intrusive and nothing you'd notice; everyone goes through it, and all communications in and out are screened to ensure someone hasn't decided to cash in on our little hideaway.  But, you know, in all these years that's only happened once.  Out of thousands of loyal individuals.  We're quite good at figuring out the cracks in the system. 

You would be allowed a host, if you choose to take one.  Efaen is another matter...if she joins with you, her volatility would be...problematic.>

[RAFrukh]

((Just in case...))

Vogefac walked up to Bear first, "Do you forgive me for the trouble I caused you? The PR/E I mean? I would not blame you if you did not want to speak to me again..."

I walked around the bar a little, asking people for help...something I shouldn't be doing as a Helmacron. I should not be afraid to ask for their ships. Even if they are bloated, and hard to use...

A shadow billowed around me. It was a strange shape... it looked like...a hoof?

A HOOF!

I turned around just in time to see the Andalite foot crash down on top of me.

What a nice way to go, I thought to myself, For Dyvinia Ku, Matriarch...of the...Helmacron.... ..vessel.......Dang er's...........baa––

And Dyvinia Ku existed no more.

[Stephquiem]

"Ah." Fiona nods. "Kill a few people, and you're not welcome anywhere." Sounds like my life in a nutshell, she muses. "Sounds like you need to make some new friends, fast. Or take to stealing what you need. That'd work, too."

[KitsuneMarie]

Tora gives her a bland look. "I did not bring up his name for a reason. I, too, am ready to be home. As much as I have no interest in returning to Serid, however, Illim is our only direct link to the Peace Movement, and he is only a few hundred yards away." Then she smiles. "Perhaps a partnership with his former people would keep us in our leaders' good graces, despite my destroyed ship and our delayed return to the base."


"Both've crossed my mind," Illim admits. "The new-friends idea didn't pan out so well. And Myitt says I wouldn't make much of a turelek, and I agree. So it's scavenging from here on out. Which, you know, could be fun, I guess," he shrugs, unsmiling.

[Stephquiem]

"Take it from me, there are worse ways to live," Fiona says, shrugging. "Though, I'm not sure what a... turelek is." She pauses. "Or who 'Myitt' is, though that doesn't really concern me."

[Aluminator (Kit)]

The hatch of Salem's featureless, black, ovular ship slid open. He stepped out and took a deep breath of the air. He needed to get off that thing. He still wasn't totally 'cooled off' from the argument that had taken place with the Flekteon, but honestly, he had to admit that it had worked out better than he expected. Al had elected to stay on board for the moment, but Salem wanted to take advantage of the fresh air as long as they were still allowed on this little planetoid.

He glanced around; most of the chaos that had taken place seemed to have abated for the moment. He was starting to get a feel for the ebb and flow of the action at this little bar; if something wasn't happening, it was about to.

He still wore his cowboy getup, and was still holding a mostly-rectangular briefcase-like container in one hand, but now, slung over one shoulder, he also carried an empty sack made of canvas, or some similarly heavy fabric.

Fingers brushing absently against the newly-repaired custom pistol in his holster, he began making his way towards the Skrit Na ship that had crashed not long before.