Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Myitt]

<<Perhaps she didn't realize what destroying your ship would do?>> Mike asks reluctantly, not really trusting in the idea. 

When Terenia freezes in the realization, Mike can feel his own emotions double the negative temperature to which his blood seems to drop. 

<<Of course,>> he whispers.  <<Surely Reven must realize you could easily be traceable to our new base, but...perhaps...loo k, love, I can't even pretend to understand what power Ossanlin has over normal people.  But couldn't he try to get you your old body back?  At least...hers?  D'you think, even if it's a long shot, that it might reset the tracker in your DNA?>>

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin furrows his brow, continuing to watch Mar, trying to puzzle out meanings.  <Are you saying...even without the Ellimist's power, I'm something that's not quite Andalite?  Are you saying I've become a...what did you call them...Lesser?>  Ossanlin shakes his head and chuckles a bit.  <That seems far-fetched.  Is it even possible for a...a mortal to become a...deity...such as yourself?  It seems very odd, like changing species.  Obviously it must be easy for a being of your power to create smaller versions of yourself as you've done here...but I would think it's rather impossible to go the other way.>  Ossanlin takes another sip.  <It becomes obvious when I try to exist for considerable lengths of time in the time-stream...or Deos was it?  I don't belong there.>  Ossanlin chuckles a bit again.

[KitsuneMarie]

As Illim and Serid round the corner of the last ship that is blocking the smoldering wreck from view, Illim sees something that surprises him: a dark-haired man who seems to fit Myitt's description of Corliss, at least so far. "Surely it can't be that easy," he mutters to Serid who, uncharacteristicall y, looks taken aback.

<Yeah, you're right,> Illim answers Derrel. He had almost forgotten the explosion in all that had happened.

He propels himself towards the man, feeling the same nervous feeling bubble in his stomach as he had felt before he called Myitt.


"He'll notice," Elayne nods, biting her bottom lip. "I'm tempted to stay with him until he's called away back to... wherever he's from. He's expending energy, wasting time with a mortal body here. Once he leaves, I won't see him again. He'll be different and, from what he says, crueler. Uncaring. I just wish this weren't my only chance." She sighs folding her arms.

"Anyway, yeah. I have a ship, but I'm not a pilot. I'd wager a guess you aren't much of one yourself." It would have been difficult to remember the flaming wreck his ship had been when it landed.

[Shenmue654]

Keshin's trek back to the Bar wasn't exactly eventful. She did see another figure wandering around in the shipyard, but he wasn't really her concern. She debated on the trip back about whether she should have said something, but the locals didn't seem too fond of Imperials. I should never have come here. I'm going to get killed by one of these rebel madmen.

Keshin eventually pushes open the doors to the Bar and sits on a stool. She looks exhausted. "Bartender, my next drink," she says tersely. "Keep them coming."
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Mar frowns, thinking over what Ossanlin has said. "It's...true that I've never heard of it being done before," he states, unsure of himself. "But warlock pacts like the one you have with that Ellimist creature can sometimes add on to a mortal being's Mass due to the connection between entities. You would still die and live mortal, but would benefit from the increase in strength. At other points certain species have..."

Mar groans. "...gained brief Highest-like ability and concentration from strong emotion or motivation. This has never been exactly fun for me.  I call it a Corona, or "breaking out." There's no official term, but I seem to encounter it far too often. The laws of the universe are fluid things: they run according to whims and Rules of their own. Though this is obviously rare and not what you're experiencing. So..."

Mar shrugs, chuckling. "...in translation I haven't the slightest idea, old friend. It may just be that your exposure to the time-stream has given you a clearer idea of how the universe works and thus how you can affect it. There are ordinary mortals of this type everywhere. Until I taste a better sample of you, I can only guess."

[Nero's Fury]

Biting back against the pain, ''Man, who knew god powers were this much fun!'' He said, trying to chuckle before he again faded back completely into unconsciousness, enabling the new found allies to move him as swiftly as they could.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin listens intently to Mar's speech.  Yes, the greater understanding, that sounds like how Ossanlin is feeling.  <Ah...well I suppose even deities can't know everything.>  He chuckles good-naturedly.  <A Warlock pact...interesting terminology.  It sounds very...dark.  But then I suppose you have dealt mostly with what one might call the relatively darker side of existence.>

<I suppose it is true that most sentient beings only use a small portion of their brains.  The Andalites in general do use a much larger portion of neural mass than other species, but we still do not use it all.  Perhaps I have merely found a way to access the inert portions of my brain through use of the Ellimist's powers.  I do not know either.>  He shakes his head slightly.  <Of course that doesn't explain your sense of myself being..."bigger".>  Ossanlin pauses a moment.  <A taste?  You mean of my...aura?  Well, if it is indeed bigger than before, I suppose I wouldn't miss a very small portion.  I assume it regenerates with time?>

[Shenmue654]

Mar chuckles slightly at Ossanlin's assertion about his terminology. An odd statement, considering that Ossanlin is an Andalite and thus probably hasn't a clue what a warlock is. Then again...most mortals in his jurisdiction hardly know what they're saying when they[/i] use the term. "Mmm well, it's the oldest kind of magic my friend. Making a pact of some sort with a Highest. It has various connotations depending on who you joined energy sources with, some good and some bad. Not that mortals can't do magic alone, but they have a rather harder time of it that way. So many choose to cheat the work instead. Regardless..."

Mar grins slightly at the prospect of getting a whiff of pure, noble Ossanlin. The Andalite may be his friend here, but a more ancient part of him remarks that he also looks delicious. "...well, yes. But the process is not painless. But if I do it, it should be easier to determine what's happened to you and whether it causes you any danger. These powers don't seem to come to you easily, despite your strong and clear Will. Perhaps you just don't have the practice yet. My problems are rather more...physical than that."

[Chad32]

Claxter managed to get him to the weapon, and put his hand on it. He hoped the man's healing ability would kick in, as with his injuries he would likely die otherwise.

[Nero's Fury]

As soon as his hand connected with the hammer, his body seemed to almost glow and his coughs died away. In a few minutes he would be regenerated enough to stand and use his lightning and thunder abilities.

[Midnight_Huntress]

"fun?! Seriously?" she asked with an incredulous note in her voice when he passed out finally. She shook her head at this. When he was able to touch the sword she cleaned up the blood. Having to tear her shirt until it only covered her chest. She would find a new one soon enough. It was all they had to use.

[Nero's Fury]

Within moments, the cuts and blood was slowly vanishing. All of the smaller wounds would be gone in just minutes more, but the real damage would take a longer time to heal.

After the smaller wounds were gone, that would be when he could be fight capable.

Suddenly the ship launched itself into the air and began firing smaller Shredder blasts off at the surrounding area, most going wild, but some getting close to the groups, all thanks to his thunderbolt that struck the ship.

[Midnight_Huntress]

This odd ship was starting to piss her off. He began to fire randomly. One hit bear them but missed by a few yards spraying them with earth and dirt. She gave a snarl and her tattoos began to glow as she began to spark around her fingertips once more.

[Nero's Fury]

Slowly raising his hand, palm outward towards the ship and roared out. Suddenly a huge burst of wind shot at the ship, booming when it contacted anything. He had regained enough energy to hit it with one blast, knocking it sideways in the air, and taking a large chunk of the metal off.

But by saving his new allies he had caused his wounds to reopen, and get worse.

His eyes opening wide in agony, his gurgling cry of pure pain, sent shivers down the spines of those around him as he collapsed back again, his hand barely contacting the hammer, but it was enough.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin nods a bit.  <I see...well I didn't ask for the Ellimist's powers, but I suppose I did accept them.  Still they have had the I believe unintended effect of showing me truths about reality that I did not know before, and would be hard-pressed to know without witnessing them in such a manner.>  The alcohol has given him a pleasant "buzz", taking the edge off the guilt and pain surrounding his inadequacies involving Terenia.

<What if the...energy...is offered up freely instead of ripped from me?  Would that not make it an easier process for the both of us?>  Ossanlin shakes his head a bit.  <How long does a the small portion that you would need take to regenerate?>

[Chad32]

<You need to stop attacking.> Claxter said. <You're going to make them really angry, and we don't need to draw too much attention.>


"Seems the ship isn't even the aggressor in this fight." Temrash said. He noted the heavy damage the ship was taking, but it wasn't fleeing. Who was doing this? Certainly not Silver, who he knew had nature attacks. He scanned the area, and saw her as well as a stranger and the Andalite kid. He flew over to them and projected a field as he landed. "Get your friend in here." He said as he came out, but from the looks of it sending him into the medbay would be too little too late.

<He has regenerative properties, but he continues to attack. I haven't seen the ship retaliate yet.>

"If he keeps attacking like that, they'll either be destroyed or launch a counter attack. I sent them a transmition asking them not to attack, so I'm going to have to ask this guy to knock it off too."