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[radgeek]

"Only a dog a thought-speak capable dog," Taylis said with disbelief.  "You're a nothlet aren't you?"

[Cobra (Gymn)]

<<There is a Hork-Bajir controller around here somewhere that would know where to find a Yeerk Pool. Yes, was once human.>> Bear told Taylis.

Kevlin turned followed. "So what was the deal with that guy? I didn't understand well. I don't deal much with Taxxons."

[Chad32]

"I'm not sure if he's a controller or not, but he said he was starving, and he needed to find other Yeerks. He'll either need feeding soon if he's a controller, or wishes to be reassigned. I can let him work for me, though I'll have to change the rations to accomodate the extra mouth to feed. Not a big problem."

[radgeek]

<<Human,>> Amy said said remembering Josh.
"Hork-Bajir?" Taylis said.  "What's his name?" She wanted to see if she knew his name.

[Cobra (Gymn)]

<<I don't know his name. My friend said he was personable.>>

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Salem thought for a minute, then shook his head. "I don't think I know any Andalites by that name. Where was the target last seen? Does he have any distinguishing physical characteristics? What leads you to believe you'll find information on him here? Because unless you have a strong lead that he's been here, this is probably the worst place to look. This bar is a sort of universal nexus. Information on someone from your home universe might be a little tough to come by."

He looked Vlad up and down. "Uruk... unless you were living in the TA, I don't know that name. Since humans don't tend to live with the Turkens, I've got to assume you're from somewhere I'm not familiar with."

[radgeek]

Taylis was sure this was a trap but on the slight chance that her wanted poster hadn't gotten out here yet she went along with it.  "Let's go then.  My host is some what voluntary so she should cause trouble for him."

[Cobra (Gymn)]

Bear trotted out side towards the ship yard he figured that was a good start. He had seen the Hork-bajir leave the bar. He searched until he thought he heard Two Hork-bajir voices. <<Follow me.>> He trotted towards Temrash's ship.

[Midnight_Huntress]

Silver checked everywhere. <I think its empty now. That being the case...all of this has my senses a little irked. I need a drink. Meet you in the bar and we can talk about what to do next.> she said making her way out of the ship and into the bar. She stepped inside and spin her staff collapsing it and slipping into a convealed area on her pants and ordered a strong drink and took it to a table near a corner. Her sensitive ears tried to drown out all the noise.

[radgeek]

Taylis followed the Dog clutching her switch blade inside her handbag.
<<Where could I run to?>>  Amy asked.  <<I don't have any family any more.>>

[Terenia]

Terenia approaches Corliss' pool willingly, but her expression is hard. Staring down at the murky liquid gives her a strong sense of deja vu. Since arriving at the bar she has spent far more time outside of her host than she is accustomed to, and she does not like it.

<<I trust you,>> Terenia says privately to Corliss, <so I will go ahead and do this. But Corliss, I don't like it. I am sick of being pulled and pushed by everyone, unable to make my own choices. It has to end sometime.>> Her main eyes are full of anger as they search for an answer in his. Anger, and exhaustion. <<It will, won't it?>> she asks, the smallest trace of pleading in her tone.

[Myitt]

Corliss walks closer to Terenia, gripping the edge of the pool and looking down at the warm and murky liquid.  He nods, swallowing. 

"It will," he replies.  "Surely without this Andalite girl to act as a catalyst you won't have any reason to be pushed or pulled any way you don't want to be." 

He looks back up at her.  "I won't let anything happen to you, but you must be prepared to leave Efaen behind.  Whether that means right now, or...or soon.  It very well could happen, and you need to accept it if it does.  But Efaen aside, I won't accept anyone taking control of your life anymore."

[Terenia]

<<Corliss,>> Terenia looks down, breaking their eye contact. Her "voice" is rough with indecision. <<I don't know if I can leave Efaen behind. If it were as simple as you all make it seem I wouldn't hesitate, but there have been so many times when I should have died, and I didn't because I could morph.>> She gestures to her right arm, healthy and whole. <<Just a few hours ago my entire arm was shot off by that turelek. If I hadn't been in Efaen I would have died, or at the very least needed a prosthetic.>>

She looks back up at him again, then down at the pool water. One finger idly traces patters on the cool metal lip of the pool.

<<And Efaen has her morph,>> Terenia adds, and from her inflection it is easy to tell that this is the real reason she is reluctant to leave Efaen. It is not so much about the Andalite body, or the miracle of morphing technology, but about losing the last vestiges of her own true self forever.

[Myitt]

Corliss looks away.  "There's no way that the Andalites that gave you the ability to morph out of your first nothlit form would have the same experimental technology, is there?  It might be too late to get...to get that body back, but perhaps..." 

His shoulders slump.  "I'm afraid I don't know much about morphing technology," he mutters bitterly, looking hesitantly back up at Terenia.  "I wish there were a way to give you your old body back, but if the only alternative is being trapped with a mad Andalite girl for the rest of your bloody life, back under Visser Three's control..."  He shakes his head.  "Surely a great loss is outweighed by even greater gains?"

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

<You're absolutely right Reven.  You would be safer witout her in your midst.  But given all her shortcomings, I do care about her to some degree.  Both your species and my own have done terrible things to this human child...we have scarred her.  Don't we take on at least some responsibility for that?  I bent over backwards to try to get her out from under Visser 3's thumb.  I was both success and failure in this.  She is no longer tied to him...but the loss of her sister...I believe it weighs heavily on her, despite her outward projections.>

Ossanlin trots back and forth in front of the viewer a few times, speaking again.  <I can see no other way to keep her alive.  I do not have the resources to keep her fed.  My sway is spread thin as it is...harboring a Yeerk aboard a Mark III Dome Ship?  I fear I would lose any power I might have to affect the outcome of this war.>  He stops and looks up at Reven again.  <Do you know of any other reliable sources of Kandrona?>