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[radgeek]

"No more Yeerks that's for sure," Amy says shaking her head and sending waves through her black hair.  "The working on Earth should be fine."  She looked at Fiona one more time longing to see her free.  It was as if Larry was on the bar stool next to her again infested be something she wanted to kill herself.

She speaks to Temrash again.  "I would like to say goodbye to Taylis first."

[Shenmue654]

((Awww. I'm just going to have poor Mar sit there and drink for a while until it's convenient. XD He doesn't care. Even mortal, it doesn't seem so long to him. ))

Keshin frowns in response to Elayne's comment about Earth, but decides that it isn't really her business. Although the humans won the war there, suggesting that Elayne is human...perhaps this did not benefit all of them. Keshin wonders dimly what Trey is, and how they ran into each other. But again not her business.

"Bartender, a white wine," calls out Keshin. Staying sober in her condition for long is not recommended. She then turns toward Elayne and asks offhandedly, "....so is there any majority? A bunch of people from the same time or dimension? The frilly weirdo's obviously from somewhere else, and so was the pretty boy and the drifter. But other people have been Yeerks who knew some version of me. What dominates?"

[Chad32]

"Tayliss is still on the ship, so you can say goodbye. I can take you to Earth whenever you're ready. You'll be given some supplies, and a way to contact one of my friends for more as you need it. If you're working independently, you'll be given little information about my group. However we will send a team in if you're captured and kept alive."

"It seems like that would be a great pairing. Yeerks get protection while Hork-Bajir get sophisticated partners. Too bad your government wants to use them for war." Derrel said.

[KitsuneMarie]

Elayne's eyebrows bunch as she considers the question. "Probably," she answers carefully, "time timeline the other you is from. It's still deep in the war. It's..." she hesitates, then proceeds anyway. "It's actually my past. When I interacted with your counterpart, it changed history such that I actually became a different person for a while."


"Hork-Bajir aren't the brightest," Illim shrugs. "On top of their pacific nature, though, I suppose that just means they're easier to use."

He watches the liquid in a cup on the tabletop vibrate, puzzled by it until he realizes his own leg jumping up and down on the nearby floor is causing it. <Dammit, Serid,> he sighs, exasperated, his eagerness to stop wasting time blooming again. <This is your fault, you know? Were it not for your grudge, we could be on our merry way towards the rebel headquarters with our new friends Myitt and Ertoran right now.>

Serid does not deign to give him a verbal response. Instead, Illim watches Serid picture himself with tail blade arched, expression affronted. Serid has never lost his mental projection of himself as an Andalite.

<Yeah, yeah,> he mutters irritably to his host. <I'm not impressed.>

"So, Derrel, you don't seem too nervous about talking with a brain-occupying alien." He says, swinging his attention towards the matter at hand. He gives a friendly, albeit narrow-eyed, smirk. "How comfortable are you really?"

[Chad32]

"I normally try to take things in stride as long as it isn't hurting me or anything, you know? Exactly how comfortable am I? Well...I'd probably make a face if I saw you coming out of your host body. Not that you'd probably want to, right? I mean being a worm, once you have a body you'd want to stay in there permanently. exactly how tight is your control over a host anyway? I mean if you walk onto a battlefield, and your host really really doesn't want to be there, can he run away?"

[KitsuneMarie]

"There are instances of passionate, willful hosts wrenching control from their Yeerks for a brief moment," Illim admits, "but since we can read our host's every thought, it's tough to take us by surprise. Of course, there are also Yeerks who get along pretty well with their hosts. Earlier today, for instance, I sat back and gave my host control for a conversation he'd been itching to have for years. I was ready to seize control again in an instant, but not because I'm particularly despotic--rather because I was worried he was about to fly into a homicidal rage.

"About the sticking around permanently thing..." Illim murmurs, "that's a bit more complicated. Our natural bodies have to feed every three Earth days, and we have to leave our hosts to do that, so they're guaranteed some freedom then at the very least. Of course, in the Empire, they lock hosts in cages while the Yeerks feed. It's an efficient assembly line... don't expect you'd like it much." He presses his lips together in what he hopes passes for a smile. "But it's much better for voluntaries."

[Chad32]

"I wouldn't mind getting reliable food, shelter, clothing, and medical. The whole fighting a war thing, I could do without." He said as he continued drinking his beer. "Then again I don't know what it's like being on the other side, and if I jump the metaphorical fence I may never be able to get back. I'm a live and let live kind of guy. Just looking out for my own needs, and trying to keep from interfering in other people's business."

[KitsuneMarie]

Illim hitches a shoulder in an awkward shrug, his worries about Keshin and the Andalites now supplanted by his focus on the conversation with Derrel. He wasn't ideal, but he'd probably do. Now he just had to convince him of the same.

"I can't promise you reliable anything if you come with me," he confesses. "I haven't been on the front lines of the war yet, and I don't really see that changing, but I'm determined to take a part in it. If we team up, though... if you're even open to that... we can join a group that will take decent care of us. We'd both have enough food and a place to sleep. Or, of course, you could still look around for a ride home from here. You might get lucky."

[radgeek]

"Thank you again Temrash," she said.  To Fiona she said, "It was nice meeting you," and flashed her fake smile that won so many elections.  She gets up and starts toward the ship.

[Terenia]

<I guess so,> Terenia says. Even though she does not have a mouth, there is a smile in her voice mixed with the pain and fear. <I'm sorry about the intrusion. This is all...very new, and a bit scary. I just wanted to make sure I knew where the two of you stood.>


Efaen speeds up a bit as her mental countdown reaches its end. She slips inside the bar just as a small explosion can be heard from the ship yard. It rattles the liquor bottles and causes dust to fly up into the air, but otherwise the bar is unaffected. Smiling to herself, she approaches the bar, keeping a reasonable distance from Ossanlin.

[Stephquiem]

Fiona wraps her arms, very awkwardly, around her straw castle. "Don't fall, don't fall, don't fall..." Miraculously, it stays put. She breathes a sigh of relief. She waves at Amy, then lays her head back on the bar.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin barely notices the rattling bar as Efaen steps into the room.  He follows her with a stalk-eye, but otherwise pays her no mind.  His other stalk-eye finds Mar and he remembers what he had done earlier, about lifting the small stone without any visible mechanical manipulation.  He wants to ask if the being has any insight on the ability as it didn't seem to rely upon his Silver Blade abilities at all.  It was something...differe nt.  Ossanlin asks the BT for something a bit lighter this time...a woody, fruity drink that had such a small amount of fermentation as to be unnoticable.  The earlier drink would be quite enough alcohol to get him "buzzed" a bit and it wasn't a time to lose himself in the warm abyss of inebriation.  

Ossanlin glances at Claxter and the strange device he's holding.  The Warrior had said something to him when he entered but he had been in a complete haze, lost in his own mind really.  <I apologize Warrior, you will have to make your report a bit later...I am...compromised at the moment.  Oh, and Efaen is now uninfested should you like to know.>

Ossanlin looks at Mar with his main eyes, takes the drink in hand, and trots over to the otherworldly being.  <It would appear that we're in similar moods, mind if I join you?>

[Shenmue654]

((I'll post for Mar later. :3 ))

Keshin chuckles, thinking on this. "Well it's not like we're not still at war with the Andalites. We're steadily gaining ground in my reality,
though. The vast number of hosts we gained from Earth's conquest have marked a turning point in the war. So depending on who you talk to inside this Bar..."

Keshin shivers. "...history could change drastically in your own time. It makes me wonder why the universe allows such a place, and why the time paradoxes and possibilities haven't destroyed it. One of those aging theorists would say it was sub-temporally grounded, but what happened to you indicates that it isn't."

[radgeek]

Amy was outside when the ship blew.  She pressed herself to the dirt incase of more explosions.

[Chad32]

Derrel thought a moment. "I don't suppose you'd let me talk to your host a bit? Without you inside him?" He asked. He turned to the door when he heard and felt the explosion, but his current state kept him from leaping up or panicing.


Temrash turned to follow Amy, and passed by Efaen thinking Terenia was still inside. He made no comment, but one could tell from his expression he didn't like the idea of her running around freely. Bigots he could handle, but crazies he didn't want around. He couldn't help wondering what the explosion was about, and if she was involved. He made his way to the ship and opened it, letting Amy into the medbay.


<Yes Prince Ossanlin.> Claxter said, glad that at least his Prince had noticed him. He walked over to Efaen. <Hello Efaen. I'm sorry if I caused some friction during our last conversation.>