Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Chad32]

"Ok. It may sound weird, but just hear me out. I haven't been myself for a long time." Fredrick said as he walked with her. Again, just close enough where he could talk normally. "I met this person who said he would offer protection if I joined him. After I agreed, my soul was removed from my body, and my body has worked on its own. Every bad thing it did, including to you, was out of my control. I'm here to try to make amends, and would like you mot to go hunting me down for it."

[Terenia]

Efaen pauses at the edge of the makeshift parking lot, where the gravel thins out into dirt and eventually grass. She gives Fredrick a quick glance and flicks her tail irritably.

<You say that you were not in control of yourself, correct?> Efaen asks. <Much like a Controller. Why do you feel the need to apologize for that which you could not control? I admit I do not understand this being of which you speak, but I understand being controlled against your will. You do not need to apologize to me for crimes you did not commit.>

She allows her eyes to soften somewhat, into an Andalite smile. <You are a human, and therefore you possess certain weaknesses and irrationalities that must have made resistance difficult. You are forgiven, though there is nothing to forgive.>

[Chad32]

"I just wanted to make sure no one was going to come after me when I left this place. Hey, are you ok being out here alone? What my body did may have compromised you a bit. You might want to find someone you like, and stick with them for a bit. Just in case." He said, and started walking away.

"Vogefac. You read? Seems I'm not public enemy number 1, so I'm heading back to you." He said into the communicator.

[RAFrukh]

"I can hear you Frederick. I just told Silver and the Minotaur that we will be leaving. I'll see you in a minute."

I turned my attention back to Silver and the Minotaur, "I should be going. I may not understand you humanoids very well, but I know you are often sentimental...so... I will not say goodbye. Rather, I will say as my own people say: Rykii'niet."

I turned to go, but felt the need to explain, "You see, rykii'niet simply means "well-met" in your language. It is a greeting, as well as a farewell...so technically, I am not really saying goodbye, as much as I was glad to meet you..."

((Sorry if you didn't see that Artemis and TWGaz, but I replied to you guys saying that Vogefac and Frederick were leaving. Just in case you didn't see.))

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Salem finally got disgusted with rummaging through the old freighter. He'd found a few odds and ends that might prove useful, and had loaded his sack with what he could. He'd found a large, overly shiny silver contraption that seemed to be a mechanically based computer- something he'd probably like to work on later- and was carrying that in both arms. All told, though, probably nothing more than hobby fodder in this ship. That was the gamble you always took in dealing with Skrit Na; they would trade anything, so more often than not they ended up with large amounts of junk.

He made his way slowly back to his ship, ordered he hatch open, and dumped the stuff he'd found inside. No sense in sorting through it now. After a brief conversation with Al, the hatch closed, and the ship lifted off with both of them aboard. It quickly gained altitude, making to break atmosphere and head to the edge of the solar system opposite Ossanlin's patrolling Dome Ship. They didn't expect any trouble from it, but there was no sense in getting involved in a confrontation that could be avoided.

[Terenia]

Efaen watches Fredrick go with an indifferent expression on her face. As soon as his figure is lost amongst the hulking shadows of parked ships she breaks into a trot, quickly reaching the edge of the shipyard and open grass.


Terenia "swims" through the pool sludge irritably, back and forth, waiting for confirmation on Efaen's whereabouts.

<What's going on?> she impatiently demands in open thought-speak. <Did you get Efaen back?>

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin's exhausted respite continues.  Somewhere in the back of his mind he hopes that Temrash doesn't mind him being aboard,  The mental, physical, and spiritual assertions he'd made had caught up with him finally.  He seems somewhat aware of being asleep...not the sleep of dreams that he used to have.  He seems to have more visions and impressions of reality...a restful sleep, but one that remained somewhat self-aware instead of being lost in mental realms.

Ossanlin doesn't think he could wake his physical body right now if he wanted to.  The exhaustion is just too great.  And even if he could wake himself, he doubts he'd be able to lift a finger, though he does seem to be resting quickly as though his body isn't entirely bound by the timespace around him, but slightly out of phase, able to recuperate much quicker.  He could probably get an entire night's sleep in the space of four hours in this manner...but Ossanlin is sleeping off several days of exertion...he is stretched and so it seems he may be out for many hours still...even Ossanlin himself doesn't know how long he'll be sleeping.

[Shenmue654]

((Who's in the Bar right now? :3 ))

Keshin takes a short while to make it between his ship and the Bar, but it isn't a total pain. He's been on far longer commutes to get the juice he needs to continue living. It's an embarassing habit for an Imperial to have, but he is not alone. And his powerful host is well worth the price of admission.

When Keshin enters the Bar, he takes a good look around to assess the patrons. Typical fringe scum with nothing better to do than to while away the hours, most of them. Keshin sits at the bar and calls up the Bartender. "A Bloody Mary, please. Get me a thick flavor. Two, if possible." The Bartender then nods very nonchalantly and begins to mix his drink. Stoic creature, whoever he is. Looks human, but so does Keshin.
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Mar follows Elayne out of the ship and out onto the clean air. He's somewhat pleased to feel the freshness of the odd wind out here again. Mar nods carefully at Elayne's statements and says, "Let's keep up a quick pace. You never know what we might find out here. There was..."

Mar taps the ground, assessing the situation. "....a battle somewhere on the asteroid. But then again, moments of peace are rare at the Galaxy's Edge."

[Myitt]

"No, not yet," Corliss snaps at Terenia, although he is unsure whether or not his voice will transmit through Temrash's audio-sonar communicator at this distance.  

He rounds on Temrash, glaring up at him.

"Listen to me," Corliss says, as patiently as he can.  "I need that weapon, without it you may very well have my life and my host's on your hands.  If you won't give me a way to defend myself, I'm going to have to face someone who has threatened to kill me with my bare hands.  Do you understand my dilemma, here?  It's self defense, not persuasive violence."

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Myitt glances at Tora again, then replies, "Hmm, well, you see we have all of the files in order for whoever ends up replacing our recently deceased friend, but the matter of finding a host for a volunteer has been something of a hangup.  We don't have a lot of time, either; soon enough the Empire will realize there is no one to fill that gap, and they'll do it themselves, position hold or no position hold.  Sorry, maybe we can't help you, after all."

[Chad32]

"And why would she listen to you, even if you are armed? What if you did shoot her? You think that would help? Could you drag her back if you had to stun her? If you really want to go out there an help, go find that other Andalite child."

[Myitt]

"No, I wouldn't be able to drag her back here," Corliss snaps.  "But I'd be able to defend myself if she decides to try and decapitate me!" 

At a loss, he storms out of the room, into the cabin and down the ramp. 

<How in the bloody hell are we going to find her?> Mike demands. 

<I don't know,> Corliss replies crossly, stalking off toward the tree line.  He pauses, hearing...hoofbeats?  He adjusts his course slightly, still unsure where he's headed, fuming with frustration.  <This way's as good as any.  If it's Alic or Ossanlin we're following, perhaps they can help.>

<And if it's a deer?>

<Then maybe we can ask it where Efaen has gone,> Corliss says sourly.

He crashes through the trees, heading towards a big expanse of grassy meadow.

[Chad32]

(Oss is back in the medbay)

Temrash sighed. Finally some quiet. He looked at Ossanlin, and gave a little laugh. The guy looked really out of it. Fell asleep in a Yeerk ship. He either genuinely trusted Temrash and Kevlin, or was really that exhausted.


<So I guess it might be best if you both rested inside Morgan's ship, huh?> Claxter suggested as he stood near them.

Fredrick returned, but didn't say anything. He gave them a slight wave as recognition, but otherwise just waited until Vogefac was ready to go.

[Terenia]

Efaen trots at a reasonably quick pace for a hundred feet or so before one of her hooves drags, catching on a rise in the dirt. She stumbles, pulling up to an abrupt halt to catch her balance. One hand goes to her head, which is spinning with a sudden bout of light-headedness.

<It appears I am not as well as I had imagined,> she mutters to herself. She begins moving again, this time not going any faster than a slow walk, heading for the lake. Perhaps all I require is hydration.

[Myitt]

Corliss staggers out into the meadow, looking around.

Nothing.

"Great," he breathes, out of breath.  "Now I'm chasing a bloody ghost." 

He rubs the back of his neck, looking left and right, and decides to head back toward the bar, taking the back way around the lake. 

"Useless, just bloody...useless," Corliss sighs, kicking at the dirt as he walks along, talking to himself.  "I don't know how we'll ever get Efaen back to her.  What am I going to do?  Start begging?  I can't do that.  As much as Terenia needs Efaen, I can't force Efaen to accept her."

<Then what will Terenia do?> Mike asks.  <We've hardly got any people who are free to be hosts at the base.>

"I don't know," Corliss mutters.  "It is better than serving the Empire, again..."

[Stephquiem]

Despite herself, Fiona whips around in her seat when she hears the door open. She sighs in annoyance when she sees who it isn't. She turns back around, leaning her elbow on the table and holding her chin in her hand. She picks up her burger again and takes a bite.