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[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin remains more or less motionless on the cold floor of the med-bay, still leaning against the support truss of the gurney with his upper body.  He truly lacks the energy to stand or really move much at all.  He falls into a deeper state of unconsciousness, though he does not feel secure.  There is really little other choice for him after taxing himself so much.  It is all catching up with him.  He does not notice that Efaen is stirring.

[Cobra (Gymn)]

"It would appear so." John said. "It would be an interesting situation if Morgan had come out and seen Frederick with Silver's body."

[KitsuneMarie]

"Hm," Illim grunts in response to Fiona. "Were they all humans to start with?" he asks, sipping at his water glass. "And do they all remember nothing of their past lives? What the heck do you spend your life doing for that long, anyway?"


Elayne turns bright red, but she gives a pleased smile. "I just didn't want to assume. I mean, it's good to talk about this kind of thing first, don't you think? And, besides, I know you've got... other ovens in the fire," she says, thinking of Myitt, or at least her soul.

[Stephquiem]

"The ones I've met have been," Fiona says. "But... well, it's not like I've been looking in places that other sentient species spend a lot of time. At least not for a long enough time." She picks at the peeling wood of the table. "I wouldn't be too surprised to find out that others can."

"As far as I know, no, they don't remember their past anymore than I do." She chuckles. "What do I do? I live out lives. What else would be the point of sticking around?"

[Myitt]

"Fine," Myitt exhales, leaning forward and tapping at one of the big, pale green holoscreens hovering in front of her face.  "Let's give him a call."

She hails Illim's personal communicator on an encrypted frequency.

"Hi," she says with a grin.  Then she sits back and waits, allowing the initial access audio and narrow range visual, only showing Myitt herself. 

[KitsuneMarie]

"I don't know, but I'd think that'd get boring after a while," Illim frowns to Fiona. "Not to mention disheartening."

Just then, he hears a beep from his pocket: his communicator, indicating an incoming call. With a frown, he lifts the device from his pocket and inspects the screen. Who...? he wonders, a sense of foreboding sneaking upon him, but the question is quickly answered.

At seeing Myitt's smiling face, he blinks. "Uh, I need to take this, sorry," he says to Fiona, standing from his stool and heading to the quiet corner of the Bar where he had been sitting earlier.

<<What does she want?>> Serid snarls silently.

Doing his best to ignore his host, Illim eases himself into a chair and gives his most charming smile. "Couldn't get enough of me, huh?"

[Myitt]

"Yes, I just had to call," says Myitt drolly, crossing her arms as she leans back further.  "See, as much as we don't really trust you, it turns out you're the only person we really know who has any ties to the Yeerk Peace Movement.  Oh, did I say that too loudly?" 

She inspects her fingernails.  "It'd be really great if you could give us a couple of hailing frequencies to call, if you're feeling generous.  In return we won't tell anyone your whereabouts, and as it just so happens, we do have Imperial contacts who would love to know how to get in touch with you.  Capisce?"

[Stephquiem]

Fiona shrugs. "Yeah, well, I feel the same way about being a blind slug. What can you do?" She watches Illim walk off, then turns away, uninterested in whatever he's doing.

She sighs, leaning her elbows on the table and staring at the door again.

[Terenia]

<I will...consider it,> Terenia says slowly, not wanting to commit on the spot. Not knowing if she wanted to commit at all. She balks slightly at the idea of treatment, but knows that the idea of someone psycho-analyzing her is the least of her problems. Staying alive is priority number one, she reminds herself. Right now, Corliss was offering her a very tempting sanctuary.

<In the meantime,> Terenia says, shifting the topic. <I need to make sure that my current host does not die. I don't want to be in her in case she has another fit, but is anyone watching her? Is Mike? Or...Ossanlin?> Ossanlin again. He always seems to come up, and she winces mentally at the thought of him. How do I deal with that particular issue? she wonders.


Efaen's stalk eye stirs again, her left stalk opening to half mast, then closing again.

[Chad32]

Fredrick reached Temrash ship while Temrash was busy taking a few things from it. They noticed each other.

"You. What do you want?"

"Um, hi. I know you saw me attack someone recently, but I came to tell you I wasn't myself. Personally I haven't been myself in a long time. I wanted to make sure the girl I attacked is ok. And not going to hunt me down if I try to leave this place."

"I doubt she'll be in any position to hunt someone down. Her condition is questionable. What exactly did you do to her?"

"When i bit her, there were some things I injected into her. Energies as well as chemicals. May I see her?"

"No."

"I understand your suspicion of me. I'm going to be leaving soon, but I'd like to do something to make up for what I did."

"Fine. wait here." Temrash said, and entered the ship. "Hey you two." He said to Mike and Ossanlin. "That guy that attacked Terenia is outside, saying he wants to apologize and make up for what he did. What do you suppose I should do?"

[KitsuneMarie]

Tora leans towards the visual input, but then Illim appears to lean forward quickly so that his eyes fill the screen, causing Tora to lean back, startled.


Illim fumbles with the communication device, leaning forward to find the volume control and turn it down several notches. "You wanna get in touch with my former people?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "You know they're not going to agree to work with you, right? Unless they believe you're really going to take nonviolent action, and I assume that's not what you're aiming for."

He leans closer and murmurs into the microphone, "You'd better trick them well and make the plan count, because you won't get another."

[Kitulean]

Trey's statement made Vanessa laugh. "Yeah, well, piloting while unconscious is probably very sternly suggested against in the manual somewhere." She picked up her drink to gulp some of the cold liquid down briefly before ducking her head to look at her plate. "I never thought I'd go off planet. I mean, I stopped thinking about being an astronaut when I was five. I didn't even stop wanting to be a princess until I was seven."

As the boy explained the aliens, she blinked. "Ohhh, two words. Skrit. Na. Got it. Thanks." His next words made her squint. "Harmless? They kidnapped me and took me seven bajillerizion miles away, then just disappeared and left me to crash in the ship."

Then the point of what he'd said hit home. "Wait... you mean there are worse alien species out there? Aliens that make that whole... kidnapping you and putting you in a zoo look nice by comparison..." The thought made her gulp.  

[Terenia]

"Yeah, um..." Trey rubs the back of his neck, averting his gaze. "You managed to come during a pretty quiet moment here, but things tend to get a bit crazy. I haven't been here long, but there's plenty of stories. I try to stay out of it. Not worth getting into fights that happened before I was born." He squints, ****ing his head slightly as though that doesn't make sense. Shaking it off, he continues. "Anyhow...there's quite a few people wandering around here with their own agendas. I'm sure they'll all tell you something different about who the bad aliens are and who the good aliens are."

He shakes his head again, not really sure where to begin. "I guess this is a lot to take in, huh?"

[Myitt]

<Mike should be watching over us, and Efaen,> says Corliss.  <Don't worry about it, he'll make sure we're all right.  As for Ossanlin, I'm...not quite sure where he's gone.>

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Outside the pool, Michael Leicester sits slumped against the metal cabinet on which the little portable Yeerk pool sits.  He is fast asleep, lost to exhaustion.

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Myitt's grin broadens.  "Oh, I think we've got a fighting chance at succeeding at that," she replies to Illinois, amused at her little pun.

[Chad32]

Temrash noticed Mike was asleep, and Ossanlin was slumped over too. He went back outside to Fredrick. "Now's not a good time. they're busy. Why don't you come back later?"

"Alright. thanks." he said. the only other thing to do was talk to Morgan.