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[Midnight_Huntress]

"You're by your ship, yes? I'll be there in a moment." She pulled her staff out and used it as a walking stick to support her and made her way to her father. It was there she seen Fredrick and Vogefac as well.

[Chad32]

Fredrick smiled and nodded at silver. It seems Morgan was willing to let what happened slide, so that was one down. One to go.

Claxter also walked over. <Hello Morgan. Fredrick is better now. I'm not certain he's aexactly a beacon of morality as is, but I trust he is no longer actively evil.>

[RAFrukh]

((Sorry Gaz, I don't know if you answered my post yet, so I'm gonna repeat it. My email hasn't been notifying me of recent posts... ))

I tilted my head to the Minotaur, "I have come to ask for your final forgiveness. You said before that you didn't blame me, but I need your naked remission."

I saw Silver approaching, "You as well Artemis. I hurt you yet again, and I was unable to prevent your...possession. I cannot leave this planetoid without knwing either your forgiveness, or your bitterness."

[Midnight_Huntress]

"I can also vouch for Fredrick.....I experienced what he went through. And Vogefac I told you to call me Silver, not Artemis." She said smiling and putting a hand on his.

[RAFrukh]

Vogefac tried to smile, "I will take that as a sign of your forgiveness then, Ar...Silver?"

He didn't like being touched, but he knew that humanoids had a special need to touch...although he could never really understand it.

[Chad32]

Fredrick left the group, feeling satisfied that he hadn't been beaten up. He went back over to Temrash's ship, but the hatch was closed. He tried to listen for any conversation he might hear.

[RAFrukh]

Before Frederick walked away, Vogefac handed him a communicator.

"When we are ready for take-off...I'll tell you.", he said.

He turned back to his conversation...

[Myitt]

"It is dangerous," Myitt replies plainly.  "It's also your only option, at least on our end.  If, of course, this is what you really want."  She looks down at the controls in consternation.  "Now, as for your host, I suppose we'll have to destroy him if he attempts to harm my friend Ertoran.  Otherwise, we'll just go on our merry way, and there's nothing Serid can do about it.  He won't be able to trace us, I can guarantee that."

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Mike stirs in his sleep, sliding deeper down the cabinet, sprawled on the floor with his neck crooked against the metal cabinet door.

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Corliss takes a bit of a squid-like swim around the little pool, automatically running into the opposite end and sliding along it.  When he comes back around to Terenia, their bodies are so close that he slides along her side.

<I hope someone fetches us soon,> he murmurs once he can turn and face her again.  <I hate not knowing what's going on out there.>

[KitsuneMarie]

"Alright," Elayne sighs, shoving her hands in her pockets and heading towards the door. Then she smirks, giving what, for her, is a coy smile. "Maybe they're just jealous."

The grin doesn't last long, however; she knows he'll probably take her seriously. "I mean, I know they're not. They don't give a damn about us or me.

"So you're right... we should enjoy being able to appreciate us while you're here." The smile is back, but weaker than before.


Illim chews his lip a long moment before nodding. "I'll do it."

<<Seriously?>> Serid demands, shocked. Illim would leave him? Alone? It has been... forever since he has been free.

"Give me a few minutes and I'll transmit the numbers you'll need to your computer," Illim continues talking to Myitt, ignoring his host. He seems to be steamrolling ahead now that he has made up his mind.


Tora stares at the video feed of Illim. <I am... surprised,> she admits to Myitt, shifting uneasily in her seat.

[Terenia]

<Release me!> Efaen cries, her main eyes narrowing on Temrash. <I will not be forced to lie here undignified like one of your slaves, Yeerk.> Her stalk eyes scan over to the unconscious Ossanlin and Mike, <And what of these two? Were they deemed dangerous too?>


<I'm sure everything is fine,> Terenia says, sounding entirely unconvinced. She squishes her way anxiously through the pool water, eager for a way out of its confines. <How did you Yeerks live like his for so long? It's infuriating.>

[Cobra (Gymn)]

Kevlin turned to Efaen. "They conked. And frankly I don't trust you. You've already gone for Temrash once." Kevlin rested Dara's hand on his Dracon.

[Midnight_Huntress]

She smiled. "of course." she said. She swayed a little but caught herself.

[Chad32]

"They're resting because they're tired. You are untrustworthy, and will remained restrained until I say otherwise. I suppose corliss isn't entirely trustworthy either, but he's in the pool right now anyway." That gave Temrash a thought. "Kevlin, what do you say we unarm Mike here, and secure all dracons so he or Corliss can't grab another? Ossanlin has generally shown himself to be levelheaded, though taking Tamora to her death seemed out of character for him."

"As for you, Efaen, I see no reason to let you out. I won't harm you, and as long as Visser Three doesn't find you again, I won't have to interfere in your life. I did react emotionally by attacking you, but since corliss has shown he is no friend of mine then you may do what you want with him."

[RAFrukh]

He saw Artemis lurch a little.

"Are you sure you are okay?"

[Shenmue654]

((I have a slightly demented little idea. Let's see how far it comes along. >:3 . Keshin's coming back..well, sort of. XD))

Coming seemingly out of nowhere as most ships landing at the Bar do, a Bug fighter appears and lands in the middle of the shipyard. Dust settles lightly around it as it hits the ground. Unlike most of the beat-up, well worn old machines that come to this place, this one looks...almost manicured. Polished. Never exactly a good sign in a place generally inhabited by Peace Movement rebels. The exterior hatch of the ship opens, leading the way for...Keshin and Joanne, apparently. Though something is significantly off. The pair in question appears irritable and distracted, tired in a way that is entirely different from the way they were in which they existed. This Joanne is also wearing an Imperial uniform, which looks almost as well-groomed as the rest of her.

Keshin glances about the shipyard with an air of displeasure. Rotten place. But it'll do for a break from business. One of the problems with the Empire is that it never supports alcohol addiction. If I want some of the stuff, I have to pick it up from my host's planet. Keshin then wanders across the dry ground towards what she's assuming is the Bar itself. Although it looks like it could easily pass for abandoned. Oh, well. It's worth a shot.
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Mar nods with a slight smile. "Right, right. Of course. Elayne, open the hatch of the ship for us. Unless of course you still have some kind of business inside this...thing."

Mar was never thrilled with the sheer amount of technology always present at the Bar. He understood that this Bar primarily linked to a high-end universe. But still, it was distasteful in some way to him. Primitive, with little finesse to its execution. A device did what you told it to and little else. You needed no control or great will to create such mechanical effects.