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[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Seran:

*Seran stops for a moment, but continues walking quickly, his pause barely noticeable.  He chuckles a bit, possibilities running through his head.*  "Look, brother, I couldn't help you right now if I wanted to.  It's dangerous running from the Council and it's obvious that you have their full attention."  *He continues to limp toward his ship.*  "As you can see I have been...injured..."  *His lips twist as it crosses his mind before he continues.*  "I could not fight anything right now if I wanted to, especially not a trained hunter."  *They've almost reached Seran's ship now.*

[Alic]

Alic huffed, <I'm not going to "blow a gasket">. She turned away and focused elsewhere as Breekan suggested, she had seen enough disturbing things for the day. <So what are we going to do about the hork-bajir? >

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal freezes as Breekan moves in front of her and a confused expression crosses her face. As he touches her forehead she reaches up and holds his hand there, her eyes locking on his for the first time since she entered the bar.

[Chad32]

"If you're well enough to fly your ship, you should be well enough to beat him. His thrusters are damaged, so outmaneuvering him wouldn't be difficult."

The hunter's ship was working its way towards him. Temrash disliked the idea of stealing a ship, but he needed to get rid of the hunter. Even without his foreblades, he could certainly get what he wanted.

[Alic]

((just letting you all know.. I'm at the bar now and if I reply later it may not be easy to read.. Hopefully predictive text will help with that. But I apologize ahead of time. I've corrected this paragraph like 5 times alone already.))

[Shenmue654]

((No problem.    )

Mar breathes heavily, sitting on the ground and resting tiredly. A brief, strange band of pulsating light appears over his head, and then vanishes.

"I'll be fine," states Mar with a bit of a smile as he notes that Myitt was looking towards him with actual sympathy earlier. "I'm just...losing a bit of control and working outside of the emotions I am used to handling. Getting Ossanlin out was both kind and difficult for me. Not a good combination."

He glances towards Temrash's unusual set of problems. "...hmph. Poor sap seems to have quite a lot going on. Do you really want to help him or do you just think you can recruit him? Or is it both as always?"

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Seran:

*Seran stops by the outer hull of his ship, leaning on it heavily.*  "I don't mean to fly my ship, I mean to use the med-bay to heal my host.  It is unfortunate for you that you have attracted the attention of a Hunter, but I would like to avoid attention at the moment.  If you'll excuse me, I trust you won't lead that thing to my ship."

*Seran acts as if he's going to open the hatch on his ship, but keeps his eyes warily on the other controller.  Renegades were dangerous, and if this one had garnered the attention of a Nisraeln Hunter, then he was especially gifted.  Something tugged at the back of Seran's memory...a host-sympathizing controller with a young male hork-bajir who had had certain...abilities .  But no, why would he be here?  But Seran knew that it must be.  He barely kept himself from smiling as he thought about it...delivering Myitt and another one of the most dangerous renegades known to the Council?!  The rank of Visser 8 would be a thing of the past, Seran could almost taste the words...Visser 4 at least, maybe even Visser 2!  Wouldn't it be something to be granted a rank above that pompous idiot Visser 3!*

*Slowly Seran turned back to look at the other controller*  "Fine, I will help you...one renegade must help another I suppose...brothers in disobedience and all.  But my host NEEDS to heal.  I cannot fight nor fly anything in this state.  Buy me some time and I will do what I can...the Nisraeln are hard to best."  *The wide grin inside Seran's mind does not show on his host's face...this could be very profitable indeed.*

[Myitt]

"Security-wise, I'd be happy to leave him to a Visser and a bounty hunter," says Corliss.  "But morally..."  He shrugs. 

"Oh, great, the horror-movie syndrome," Myitt mocks.  "'What if it were me?'  I say we get the hell outta Dodge, we have no ties to him."

"Well.  Alright, but I think I'm going to stay," Corliss replies.

"Because you're a bloody idiot," says Myitt, checking the power level on her Dracon and wincing as she adjusts Tara's sliced up arm.  "And I guess I am, too.  Alright, what's the course of action?  Wait until they come back in here, or blast the bar from orbit?  Go running after them and ask them to please give us our maybe-he's-a-friend back?"

Corliss sighs in exhasperation.  "I'm not single handedly going after a Visser and a bounty hunter.  But we do have...friends...he re."  He squints around at Myitt's comrades.  Particularly Mar. 

Myitt glances over at them.  "Great, Breekan can throw his eyeballs at them.  How's Ossanlin doing?  And Mar...do you need to like, lie down or something?  You look terrible."

[Chad32]

"Yeah. Sure." Temrash said as he watched Seran go inside. Maybe Myitt would forgive him if he was a friend. But then, why was his ship hidden in the woods, away from everyone else's. He snuck inside while Seran had gone to the med bay. He grabbed a sedative from a marked compartment, and quickly went to inject Seran in the back.

[Myitt]

((Hey Chad, sorry but knocking Seran out like that is powergaming (or, perhaps, 'Yeerking', heh) another character's actions.  Do you think you could change the post to give Ossanlin a chance to have Seran react?  Temrash could maybe swing at him with the syringe, or whatever you want.))

[Chad32]

(Ok. I changed it so he has the syringe, but Ossy can decide if it hits.)

[Myitt]

((Thanks dude This is gonna get interesting, heheh.))

"They've been gone a long time," says Corliss flatly.  "I have a bad feeling about this."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Seran:

*waits a moment longer before turning his back on the renegade and limping into his ship.  It was not a good idea to show weakness of will on top of his weakness of strength.  He punched the panel to close the hatch behind him, and limped to the small pod that he would rest and recover his host in.  He hits a couple of buttons on the computer screens and the system whirs to life.  As he steps toward the pod, he hears clinking metal and curls his lip as he turns.  He manages to grab the other controller's wrist, but too late as he sees the needle has already slipped up underneath the scales of his stomach.  He immediately divorces himself from his host's neural system, isolating his own body from whatever had been in the needle.*

*In his moments of freedom, the host, Kurik, stumbles and staggers, lashing out.  He tries to warn the other controller, tries to formulate the words but in his long disuse, his mouth seems unable to do anything.  He leans against the wall, sinking to his knees, before his own stumbling motions carry him into the recovery pod.*

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

*Ossanlin blinks again, finally seeming to assimilate all the information.*  <All I can say is whenever Seran's involved, nothing good can come of it.  I thought he was dead, I thought we were finally rid of him...>  *though he tries to hide it, the passionate dislike in Ossanlin's thoughts can be heard loud and clear.*  <Another controller, and a Nisraeln!  Who is that controller?!  Nisraeln are only used for the hardest targets to kill!  Is he loyal?  If he's tracked by a Nisraeln...he's dangerous, that's for certain.>

*He scans the bar with his stalk eyes as his right hand roams over the hilt of one of his katana, his main eyes fixed on Myitt and Corliss.*  <Who is he and where do we stand?  Should we help the Hunter, or stay out of it?  I assume you two have more information, perhaps enough to make this decision.  I'm obviously ignorant of the particulars so I'm not the best one to decide upon a course of action.>  *Ossanlin waits with seeming stoicism, though he can feel his body preparing for a fight, adrenaline being slowly released into his veins.*

[Chad32]

Temrash took Seran to the medbay, and hooked him up to heal. In case he really was allied to Myitt. Though why didn't anyone help escort him to his ship? Things were fishy, but he had no time. He went to the control board, and fired up the machine. The hunter's ship had already turned, and was hovering closer. The hunter must be waiting until he's quite close before firing. Temrash started the ship up, and immediately hit the thrusters.

The hunter was caught off guard, since he expected the ship to rise. Tmerash went underneath, and turned around. Homing missles fired from one of the cannons, and the firefight began. Meanwhile, Jagill focused his hearing towards the back of the room. If anyone tried to come in, he would hear it.