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[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

*Ossanlin regards Jagill and Myitt, listening in on their conversation.  He wants to say that all andalites are not alike, that some are not arrogant idiots that tossed all other species to the ground holding themselves higher than all.  But he kept his silence, what could he say to assuage the Hork-Bajir?  After all, his species had all but eradicated the Hork-Bajir.  That sort of thing was unforgivable.  Ossanlin glanced for a second at Aliciania when thinking of the plague and Alloran, but again said nothing.  He returned to watching the Hork-Bajir, standing by the bar.*

<I'm sorry Jagill.  I can't possibly apologize for what my race has done to yours, and there's nothing I can do to change it.  All I can say is that there are a number of us who were beyond horrified by the crime on your homeworld.>  *Ossanlin refrains from mentioning Alloran again, not wanting to upset Alic.*  <I happen to be one of them.  Maybe you'll never be able to trust andalites, and I understand if that's so, but I hope that if you get to trust Myitt, that at least you will trust in her trust in me.  No more can I ask.>  *Ossanlin falls silent, not knowing what else to say.  He didn't want to upset the Hork-Bajir, but he wanted somehow to let him know that not all andalites were the same.  That he, himself was quite different from the host of them.  Perhaps in time.  He turns back to look at Alic for a moment, smiling a bit with his eyes, before turning to the BT and ordering another drink.*

[Alic]

Having heard plenty of conversations about Alloran, Alic knew Ossanlin was being cautious. At first she was almost upset, did he think she couldn't handle it? <Of course not, don't be stupid,>. She told herself privately. He just cares is all.. And that made her feel warm.

Of course all andalites weren't the same, but she knew she was enough like her father that if ah felt it was best to destroy a planet, then she would. Maybe it was in her blood. Alic always told herself she was better than Alloran. She would never do things the way he did. No. Things would be done much quicker.

[Myitt]

"Don't worry, Ossanlin, there's no sense in apologizing for something that you had no bloody control over," says Corliss quietly. 

Myitt dozes throughout all of this, but at Mar's touch she twitches a bit.

Corliss eyes Mar curiously.  "So, you're the creature who has her soul.  I wouldn't believe all that rot, you know, if I hadn't seen it happen.  You're obviously very powerful, if you can bring people back from the dead."

[Breekan1]

"Jagill, I used to think the Andalites were a bunch of stuck-up nomouths, but then I met some of the guys here and really, they're not bad." He takes a sip of his Gutwhiskey, periodically glancing back at Shal and her knife as he speaks. "I realized they're good company, if not as much fun to drink with than the Yeerks. And then I met Alic." He grins. "Speaking of, what'd you call that thing? A Margaret Ita?"

[Chad32]

"Not all Yeerks same. I know. I guess not all Andalites same too. But my world is not only one Andalites destroy. They do again. Call it quarantine. Maybe just corrupt military. Like corrupt Yeerk Council. I don't know. I try think too much, and my brain hurt." He said.

Jagill sighed. "Allran started it. Didn't take Yeerks seriously. Then got Arn to make quantum virus. Now he Visser Three host. I can not stand him. Temrash hate Visser Three too. He acts all tough, but he fear Temrash. One day we might kill them both. Temrash say Visser Three went way too high in rank. People like them need to be killed."

"What you mean, Mar have Myitt soul? Give Myitt soul back." He said firmly.

[Alic]

<Yes. Margarita.> Alic looked up thoughtfully for a second. <A delicious alcoholic Earth drink. I tried quite a few of their beverages the last few years, I was kinda stuck there.>

She turned towards Jagill, her attitude changed suddenly. <Just like all hork bajir aren't unintelligent...> Then Alic walked up to him, only a couple feet away and glared at him.
<My... Alloran did what he had to do. If he didn't destroy what was going on there the yeerks may have gotten a lot farther!> Her breathing became heavy with anger and she took a step back.
<He tried to help your kind and is now a slave to the ones who started this war! Watch what you say, hork-bajir. Don't listen to everything that thing in your head tells you.>

[Breekan1]

"Earth? How did you end up-" he pauses as the Alloran argument erupts nearby. He looks down to Keirdan. "You know, you're lucky you're too young for politics." He pauses. "How old are you, by the way?"

[Myitt]

"That surprises me, coming from you, Aliciania," says Myitt suddenly, looking up from her sprawled position on the table, resting her chin on her arms.  "I didn't think genocide was an acceptable response to the invasion of an enemy.  You know, if I'd been on the planet's surface when the virus hit, we might never have met.  I lost friends in that war.  Alloran is a strong warrior, and he is your father, but that doesn't mean he can't make stupid mistakes."  She sighs, burying her head again.  "I wish I had a margarita right now."

<Strawberry.>

"Yeah, that'd be nice," she murmurs.

"Breekan, wasn't it?" ventures Corliss, smiling.  "Mate, if you've been hanging out with this one all these years, you must think the bleeding lot of us are alcoholics."

"I am not an alcoholic," says Myitt from her elbow.  "Does anyone have any Tylenol?"

<You are going to seriously kill my liver.>

[Alic]

<I never said he couldn't make mistakes.. > Alic calmed down, she didn't mean to upset her friend. This was a touchy subject for her and she always tended to overreact. <I believe things happen for a reason. If he didn't do what he did, neither of us might be here anyway.>
She walked to the entrance and opened the door, stepping halfway out. Leaning against the door frame, she sighed. <I really need to learn to keep my thoughts to myself sometimes,> Alic muttered a few other things then fell silent, watching the sky for the return of the hunter.

[Myitt]

"You're probably right, neither of us might be here," Myitt muses, head still down.  "Hell, I almost wasn't here, and that was just today..."

[Alic]

<I AM sorry.> Alic said privately to Myitt. She hated apologizing, but she truely was sorry and poor Myitt had gone through hell and back, probably literally. Then, to the BT, <Get my friend here a margarita.. On MY tab this time, I don't want you getting sneaky with her death or anything.>

Alic was still gazing into the distance, wanting to reply to Breek. She turned a stalk eye towards him.
<I don't really remember how I got to Earth.. > she relaxed her shoulders. <I guess I just lost myself. I left here and well, I really had no where to go. It was made clear I would not be welcomed back to the Andalite home planet, I put too many of my fellow andalites in danger.  I have no family.>
Alic paused and took a deep breath. She wouldn't go into too much detail, just enough to feel better.
<Like I said, I just kind of forgot who I was. I had been to Earth before so I went there. > She shrugged. <Then not too long ago I ran into some Skrit Na. I made them bring me here.. That was a fun ride.>

[Myitt]

Myitt looks up and flashes a grin that says 'no hard feelings' at Alic.  She looks over at the bartender, rubbing her eyes and stretching.  "Strawberry margarita, please."

The bartender sighs noiselessly and starts grinding up ice.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Keirdan wrinkles his face, "I'm not young! I'm five! And you need a flea bath if you have poly ticks." He turns and stomps towards Shalner, heaving Mike onto her lap, and leaning against her to pet the cat.


Shal stares silently at Keirdan.

[Alic]

Alic turned around and thanked the bartender for the margarita when he handed it to Myitt. He just went off to clean a glass, as usual.
<Uh, kitty? You are almost at your two hour mark, you know. If you don't want to be some furry thing forever..>

((lol poly ticks. How cute.))

[applix]

Mike could barely hear the argument over the hork-bajir homeplanet, somethinf he knew next to nothing about. He seemed to shudder everytime Breekan looked down towards him, actually feeling comfortable in the arms of a little boy. He felt like everyone had finally forgot about what he'd done and although it didn't make it right at least he felt better about it. He could feel the timer running low on his morph and he looked up towards Shal, confused about how quiet she was. But he leaned back into her all the same and purred at the boy pet him.