Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Myitt]

"Neither do I, Breek," Myitt intones. 

"I'll have a sausage and onion butty, and a pint of lager.  Room temp, yeah?  I'm skint, I guess it'll have to be on 'er tab."  Corliss grins sheepishly at Myitt.

"Why?  Breekan offered to pay."  Myitt snickers.  "It's fine.  On my tab, barkeep."  She glances at the newcomer, apparently an acquaintance of Gaz's.  She realizes she doesn't know either of their names.  Hmmm.  Maybe she'd introduce herself once they stopped playing cowboys and Indians...

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Keirdan stomps over to Gaz, not noticing the situation she's currently in. He flops back down in the chair he had previously occupied, and stares angrily at Shal. He lets out a loud sigh.



Shal downs the remainder of her Redin, and signals the BT for another. She turns to watch Keirdan, her hand hovering on the knife strapped to her belt.

[Chad32]

"I haven't seen him fume much about the gaping hole yet." Temrash muttered, refering to when a detonator was thrown to make a quick exit path. He avoided eye contact with the BT. "And seeing how pirates make their entire lives on their ships, I would assume any professional would be protective of it. Not that I'm an expert on pirates. That mood swing almost gave me whiplash."

<Heh heh. Whip lash.>

<You're just too easy. And so well trained.>


Back outside the bar, Asmodee continued talking to Ossy. "I think my ship is going to need all new parts after that last attack. I should be able to salvage some parts to hook up to a cheap fix-er-up ship. Until I get to the Homeworld and get myself a new one. Maybe the Skimmer."

[Gaz]

"Are you going to tell me what you want?" Gaz asked.

"Only if you stop pointing that gun in my face," Fletcher replied.

Gaz considers this for a moment and puts her gun back.

"So, what makes you think I want something anyway?" Fletcher asked.

"You rarely come talk to me when you don't," Gaz said.

"Ok, well I apologized for trying to take your ship," Fletcher said. "But at the time I had little other option."

Gaz scowled.

"Or maybe I did," Fletcher amended.

Before Fletcher could go on, he had noticed Keidran. It had been hard before with a gun in his face.

Gaz followed his stare. "Oh, hi, Keidran."

[Shenmue654]

Mar sips more of his wine, smirking as he watches the argument between the two pirates. They seem somewhat new to the party, but are already resembling members of this little riot. We can only hope that they bring something other than problems to this place.

Mar glances at Myitt and states, "Peculiar things are attracted to this bar, aren't they? You say you've shrugged off attacks from others like myself and overenthusiastic Saiyan boys?"

[Breekan1]

"Keirdan buddy, I think Ms. Gaz is a little busy," Breekan warns. "I think you should come sit next to me. And stop being mean to your big sis- she has had an exceedingly rough day." Breekan's eyes drift over to Shal's knife. He glares at her. "And she's going to continue to handle it with chipperness and aplomb, right?"

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shalner gestures towards Gaz and her 'friend', her hand still on the knife.



"She got us stuck again. She gets me stuck, and you gets me lost. I don't like you guys. You're too dumb." Keirdan sticks out his lip as his eyes begin to tear up.

[Breekan1]

"Stuck?" Breekan asks. "Mister, look at all the cool stuff here! We've got pirates, and ice cream, and uh..." he glances around, semi-pathetically. He strokes the bar counter. "Fine, varnished oak! This place is a kid's paradise."

[Chad32]

"Poor little guy. Not quite the amusement park of excitement around here for you around here, is it?" Temrash said. "At least try to give Breekan1 some points for effort."

[Myitt]

Myitt shrugs.  "As the man said, this place attracts many things, and you're quite right--most of them are very peculiar.  How's your drink, Mar?  I didn't think you cared about things like that."

Corliss grins as the bartender brings over a greasy sandwich that looks like it's been hammered down onto the plate, and a pint of beer.  "Thanks, mate."  He digs in, and really, he doesn't think it's that bad...

((Haha Young Han the varnished oak comment...classic XD))

[Gaz]

"I was wondering if..." Fletcher struggled to get out. "If...I might team up with you."

"Team up with me?" Gaz questioned. "After you criticized what I do and...and tried to steal my ship, I might add."

Fletcher blinked. "You're never going to let that go."

"What about the other group you're usually with?" Gaz asked.

Fletcher avoided eye contact. "Well...they...what I mean is..."

"They marooned you here, didn't they?" Gaz finished. "You didn't know I was here. It was all chance."

Fletcher's shoulders slumped as he finally sat down. "Yeah," he admitted. "I was hoping I'd be able to bum a ride."

"So, why do you think I should take you on?" Gaz questioned.

"I could...help you find things," Fletcher offered, "jobs and such. I'm good with charts and...useful..."

Gaz raised an eyebrow. She turned to Keidran, who looked like he might need cheering up, and asked, "What do you think, kid? Should we let him in?"

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Keirdan stares up at Fletcher, and wrinkles his nose. "Can he do any tricks?"

[Gaz]

Fletcher's jaw dropped. Was Gaz going to make this the basis of whether or not he could join?

"Well," said Gaz, "he can look like a stunned goldfish."

That was when Fletcher smirked. "Check your pocket, kid."

"Where's my computer?" Gaz asked. "I just had it!"

[Myitt]

Myitt leans over to the pirates, turning so her bandaged arm isn't taking the brunt of the weight.  "Never trust a magician, they're just thieves with tophats."  She wags a finger.  "I've never seen either of you here before.  Who are you?"

[Gaz]

"You think after getting to know this guy I would know better," Gaz said. "I'd appreciate my computer back, Keidran. Thank you."

Gaz turned to Myitt, "Name's Gaz," she said. "I consider myself something of an intergalactic pirate."

"I'm Fletcher," the red head replied. "I'm a pirate too, I guess."

"You guess?" Gaz asked. "You were with that other group of pirates...uh...what was his name?"

"Morgan," Fletcher replied. "Yeah, but they never let me do anything. But I can do other stuff aside from pick pockets. I'm a decent shot."

"Ok, this guy is never going to shut up," Gaz said.