Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Alic]

MY SON HAS DECIDED TO JOIN US AT THE SPACE BAR.. HELL BE HERE IN A LITTLE BIT. HE GOT A NEW TRICKED OUT RIDE.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((LOL Alic, we'll watch for 'im!    ))

*Ossanlin watches the exchange between Myitt and Asmodee placing a hand on his forehead as the hunter leaves in apparent anger and possibly drunkenness.  He gives Myitt a reproving look and follows the Hunter out of the bar.*

<<I'm sorry for my friends Hunter Asmodee, I never did claim Myitt had honor, but she's saved my neck more than once and I trust her as a friend.  She on the other hand is not as trusting of others.>>  *Ossanlin glances back at the bar before moving up to walk abreast of the hunter, just a bit away from him.*  <<I would walk with you if you don't object to my presence.  I do not pretend to understand your situation for I know little to nothing about you, but your profession is a lonely one.  Perhaps you wouldn't mind conversing for a bit.>>

*Ossanlin regards the hunter with his main eyes, looking at him in a way that conveys that he sees him as an equal, another being forced to kill but having no real joy in it.*

[Myitt]

((Hahaha Patty that's awesome! ))

Myitt smiles at Mar.  "Yeah, well, what can I say.  We're guerilla philanthropists."

Corliss watches Ossanlin step out with the hunter.  "'Ey, where's he think he's going?"

Myitt follows his gaze.  "I dunno, I think he's p*ssed at me."

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal lets go of Keirdan, and stomps back into the bar. She signals the BT, and he brings her over a glass of Redin. She sits at the bar, rhythmically kicking the bar in an attempt to take out her anger.


Keirdan watches Shalner stomp away, and looks up at Breekan. "Our ship is gone." He too turns, and follow Shal back into the bar.

[Chad32]

"Do what you want." Asmodee told Ossy. "I'm not going to grovel to anyone. I was just trying to take advantage of an opportunity. Myitt and I may have a pride problem. The truth is, I'm low on money and jobs. The only two I've got right now have become increasingly difficult. I probably should have just taken Temrash out when I first saw him, but that would have been rather cheap."

[Alic]

Alic went ot the door and watched Ossanlin talk to the hunter.
<He's been mad at everyone today. Myitt...> Alic turned, smiling. <You and I could have taken him out. It's a shame we didn't think about that one to begin with!> She had no intention at this point of going after him, but the thought of her and Myitt fighting together was fun.

[Chad32]

"You and what army?" Temrash said. "You can't beat a Nisrealn with your own body, unless you have a powerful morph. Myitt doesn't have anything going for her, besides a Dracon beam and some detonators. Neither of which is getting past that shield of his. I don't want to see him cut you both down because of your pride, or whatever, so why don't you both take a short lesson in humility. This is comeing from a former Visser who specializes in fighting, and even I don't like going head to head with that guy."

[Breekan1]

"Bucko," Breekan says, strolling back towards the main area and brushing the dust from the floor off of his pants, "Alic and Myitt have got plenty more going for them than a Dracon beam and some detonators." He watches sadly as Shal and Keirdan mourn the loss of their ship. Again. "I've seen the folk in this bar survive Howler attacks, keep their cool while reality itself was being turned topsy turvy by... er, somebody... and brush off casual encounters with everything from Saiyan warriors, wizards and bonafide ninjas to vampire Vissers hand-weilding Dracon cannons." He scribbles a note to the Bartender, ordering a glass of apple juice for Keirdan and some water for himself. He takes his seat at the bar, next to Shal. He grins at Temrash. "This bar naturally draws a resilient bunch," he quickly glances at Myitt and then Shal, before turning his eyes back to Temrash. "Even if that doesn't always translate into raw power."

[Breekan1]

Breekan suddenly slaps his forehead. "And crap, Corliss, I just remembered. I completely ****ed your scanner there, didn't I?" B1 motions the Bartender over just as he finishes filling his last order. "Let me get you a drink or a sandwich or something. Or you can drink a sandwich, if that's what you like."

[Chad32]

"Okay. But right now I just see an injured Human, and a young female Andalite that may or may not still be suffering from a concussion that my host gave her earlier. I'd rather they not test their abilities uneseccarily. Let them prove themselves against an enemy that fully intends to kill them."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

*Ossanlin nods, not expecting much more from the Hunter.*  <As you wish, I would not grovel either, and there should be no reason for you to do so.  At the very least I would help you to repair your ship, I have made a promise and I keep my promises.  Money is always difficult to come by unless you're thrust into the middle of a war and power-struggle.  Even then money isn't the greatest.>  *Ossanlin smiles ruefully.*  <I suppose opportunities are just as important in your profession as they are in mine.  You don't have to deal with orders or politics as directly as I do I suppose, but that still keeps you alone.  Not an easy situation with difficult contracts on your plate.  I wish that I could provide a solution but I know very little about the bounty-hunter business so I'm afraid I'm not much help.>

[Myitt]

"Well, Temrash, you're right: Like I've said, I'm not going to beat anyone up in our messed up condition.  Alic, I'd gladly fight a bounty hunter with you any day.  Except today."  Myitt exhales tiredly and turns to Breekan, hiding a smile.  "Don't forget the wet noodles and the corn children.  Me, I'm just glad the monkey men aren't around anymore, I couldn't even order a drink without getting yelled at in Japanese." 

"Nah, don't worry mate," Corliss says to Breekan.  "I can make another one eventually.  I think I'm still on Myitt's tab, heh heh, but I won't say no to a pint and a butty.  Erh, sandwich."  He turns to the bartender.  "Do you have sausage and onion?"

"Corliss, do not eat the food here, unless it's prepackaged," says Myitt admonishingly, tapping the empty bowl of cheerios. 

"Why not?  Is it really that bad?" Corliss replies.

"I just don't trust it.  Booze is antiseptic, but how the hell does he conjure up a burger out here?"  She gestures at the bartender with a plastic spoon.  "The nearest cow is light years away!  Not to mention tomatoes, you know how hard they are to grow out here.  Garh, let alone a sausage.  All he has to work with is frigging Velociraptor...bloody roadkill and dead bodies...yuck."

The bartender says nothing, drying a glass and awaiting an order.

Corliss shrugs.  "Do you have a prepackaged sausage and onion?"

[Breekan1]

"Don't let Myitt spook yah, Cor," Breekan says. "Intestines are intestines- whether they come from a pig, a velociraptor, or one of those Hork Bajiir that moody Andalite brought in with him earlier." Breekan scratches his chin. "What the hell happened to that guy, anyway? And what on earth was he doing with a bunch of..." Breekan stops mid-sentence, shaking his head. "I do not get politics in that region."

[Gaz]

Gaz was still studying her small computer, seemingly not paying attention to what was going on around her.

Just then a man walked in. He was tall and lean with a mop of red hair. He glanced around the bar and then he saw Gaz with her back to the door. It was hard to miss a hat like hers.

The man walked over to her and was about to tap her on the shoulder when, without looking and before the man could blink, the gun that had been at Gaz's hip was suddenly pointed at his face. Gaz was still looking at her computer.

"Fletcher," Gaz said.

"Gaz, is this anyway to greet an old friend?" Fletcher inquired.

"Friend?!" Gaz said, as she turned to face Fletcher with an angry glare. "You tried to steal my ship!"

"Well," said Fletcher, "you see, about tha-"

"My SHIP!" Gaz emphasized.

If there was something you never wanted to do, it would be to mess with a pirate's ship.

Fletcher sighed. "I forgot that pirates have no problem taking other people's things, but when it comes to their stuff..."

There was a soft whine as Gaz warmed up her gun.

"What do you want?" Gaz snarled. She had been amiable before with Keidran and the others, but with Fletcher Gaz's pirate temper was showing itself.

[Alic]

Alic came into the bar, not wanting to look outside anymore. To her it seemed as if Ossanlin was begging to help the hunter. She would rather lick a hork bajir foot, if she had a mouth. <I wasn't saying TODAY....>  Then in reply to Bree, she shrugged. <Me neither. But again, apparently I don't think. So of course I don't understand.>
Just then the red headed human entered the bar. Another pirate perhaps?
<You know..> Alic was looking at Gaz with her main eyes. <The BT is not going to be happy about brains on his wall...>