Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Alic]

Alic smiled with her eyes, if only she could laugh.
<I spent quite a few years on Earth recently.. The closest I got to a pirate was Las Vegas.>

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Keirdan reaches in his pocket, pulling the computer out. "Woah! Wow! Cool mister! But stealing from my friends is not okay. What else can you do?" He stands up, and moves next to Gaz.


Sensing no further danger, Shal re-sheathes her knife, and reassures her prior perch in the rafters.

[Chad32]

"You and asmodee seem to be in a similar situation, Fletcher. Both marooned, and in need of employment." Temrash said. "Unfortunately, I don't know if there's much we can offer either of you. But if you're outside, and you see a large beast grumbling about his ship being blasted by Myitt, hanging out with an Andalite, then you may have a conversation starter."

[Gaz]

Fletcher looked slightly perplexed. "That usually impresses more people cuz I'm sure you didn't see me do it..."

"Don't let it wound your pride too much," Gaz said. "Don't worry, kid, he didn't mean anything by it. Just trying to show off."

"I..well..." Fletcher sputtered.

"So," Gaz said, "any other tricks?"

"You're encouraging him!" Fletcher accused.

[Alic]

((I found information on an old website regaurding the space bar....
"Ku, he's a bartender at the SpaceBar, he has dark grey fur. "
same bartender?? apparently hes a featherian. And information on the silver blade andalites as well.
http://www.angelfire.com/mo/Jalla/char.html ))

[Shenmue654]

Mar spins his finger around the top of his wine glass and smiles at Myitt. "I care now that I have a body to digest my wine with. .........we also seem to have a strange child in the area. Might you know who he is?"

Mar had been curious about the child ever since he mentioned Crayak. It seemed like a strange thing for a child to talk about....

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal tenses into a crouching position, listening to Mar as he questions Myitt about Shenmu.


Keirdan hands Gaz her computer, and puffs out his chest, hoping it makes him look older.

[Breekan1]

"This kid right here?" Breekan asks, pointing at Keirdan. "His name's Skullcrusher Hardbones. He was the scariest pirate in three systems- he once ate a moon, just because he was bored." Breekan's eyes narrow, and he brings his thumb and forefinger close together. "But then, in a horrible accident, he was made extremely tiny. Tiny, that is, for a moon-eating space pirate. These days he lingers in bars, trying desperately to buy a drink, except no one believes he's old enough so instead he gets stuck with ice cream." Breekan shakes his head sadly, his grin betraying his silliness. "'Tis a hard life indeed, for ol' Captain Hardbones."

[Alic]

(hehehhe im durnk
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[Myitt]

Myitt grabs Gaz's hand with her left, uninjured one and shakes it vigorously.  "Myitt One-Nine-Five, formerly Two-Eight-Two, of the Taon Yerralash pool.  Pleased as punch, as long as you're not stealing my sh*t." She grins.  "I take it you've met my brother Corliss?"

Corliss muffles a 'hello' around a mouthful of sandwich, wriggling greasy fingers in salute.  Myitt slaps him lightly on the shoulder.

Myitt's about to answer Mar when Breekan provides his description of Keirdan.  "You know, Mar, he's not too far off, there," says Myitt.  "Anyway Keirdan is the brother of Shal and Breekan, I'd think they would be able to describe what he really is far better than me."  She glances at Keirdan.  "Hey, kiddo.  I mean, Captain Hardbones."  She smiles.  "We need to sit you down and have you watch...what was it...Pirates of the Caribbean?  We've only seen the first one.  Aren't there more?  It's hard to get a good movie in space..."  In a moment one of them mutters, "you're telling me..."

((Haha I don't remember that guy at all, somehow I think this BT is different, seeing as he looks human...but there could always be more than one..or can there?  There can be only one! *thunder and lightning*))

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Keirdan lets out a giggle and darts over to Breekan. He hugs his legs, and grins up at him. "I'm hungry. I want pirate food."



Shalner smiles down at Breekan, a bemused expression on her face. She remains in her crouching position, watching those on the floor near her youngest brother.

[Gaz]

"Thanks, kid," Gaz said as she accepted her computer back.

Then Gaz tries to keep from smirking too much as Breekin spins the tale about the rough and tough pirate captain.

"Nice to meet ya both," Gaz replied, "never fear, I'll be sure to avoid you're things when...pirating, we'll say."

Meanwhile, Fletcher slapped a few coins on the table, jerked his thumb at Gaz's rum and said, "Get me one of those."

[Breekan1]

Breekan pats Keirdan on the head. "Aye aye, Cap'n. What do pirates eat? Parrots?  Seaweed? I'll buy you anything but rum." He glances up at Shal. "That's the first time I've seen you smile since possibly ever," he teases.

[Chad32]

Temrash tried not to look slightly disappointed that he was totally ignored by Keirdan after speaking to him.

<Maybe that's just how children are.>

<Wouldn't know.>

"I'm going outside. I'm forgetting the last time I actually had some food, and not just alchohol." He told Myitt. Then left for the nearest tree.

[Myitt]

"Thanks Gaz," says Myitt good-naturedly.  "I can appreciate a pirate who knows who to do business with." 

She watches Temrash step away from the bar.  "Sounds good, Temrash, yeah don't starve on us, we've had enough trouble outta you today," she says, smiling a small smile to show she's kidding.

Myitt looks around, drumming the fingers of her useful hand on the bar counter.  "You know what we need?  Some music.  Bartender, do you have any Jimmy Buffett on the jukebox?  Ooo, it's a Wurlitzer..."

The bartender glances at the jukebox, which flickers and lights up.  A 33 record is selected and slapped down onto the turntable, and an amazingly undirty record needle settles down onto it.  Crackle...crackle.. .hiss....calypso steel drums...

"I don't know where I'm-a gonna go when the volcano blows..."

"Much better, my man," Myitt grins.  "Now I just need an El Presidente margarita on the rocks, with a little umbrella in it, and we can all be parrotheads together."

"Nffh nh hff tr br a prthrd thhh..." Corliss swallows.  "Don't you have to be a pothead to listen to this rot?"

"No, my dear, that's Pink Floyd," Myitt says gently.