Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Gaz]

Gaz nodded and said, "That's always a good sign."

"They could have killed each other all ready," said Fletcher while he fidgeted with the star chart.

"You are a ray of sunshine," Gaz said.

"I try," replied Fletcher.

[Breekan1]

Breekan ponders, then shakes his head. "Myitt's most likely to use her shredder or detonators, which we'd definitely hear. And the bounty hunter didn't seem like he was much one for stealth." He grins. "Besides which, at the very least we'd overhear Ossanlin solliloquizing about the horrors and pitfalls of violence before he got involved with the fracas."

[Alic]

Alic frowns. This place was getting a tad too crowded for her and she started to feel quite uncomfortable. She was a barefoot human female wearing a pink leotard. She knew how ridiculous she must look and almost spit out some Jager as she giggled. At least it was kicking in.
Turning to Breekan, Alic wrinkled her nose. "I personally don't find all violence so horrible." She was trying to pretend the newcomers didn't make her nervous, but she kept stealing glances and wished she had her tail, just in case.

[Myitt]

Corliss turns and regards the newcomers, still holding his mostly empty glass of beer.  He shrugs and turns back around, finishing the beer and wiping his hands on a napkin.  "Busy lately," he murmurs to no one in particular.  He, too, wonders about the noise.  He glances down at his comm link.  "Myitt, you alright then?"

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Myitt digs around in the floating cart of machinery inside the c0ckpit and puts on a pair of goggles.  The wire array glows with flickering readouts, like an obscenely complex white subway map.  "Hmmh," she murmurs, pulling at the wiring, cutting a couple and resplicing them.  "It's burnt to all hell in here," she calls to Ossanlin.  "Did I hear you say you found a z-space drive?  That's good, you're going to need one.  This thing is going to need a proper spaceport."  She grunts, pulling out another panel and setting it aside, pulling a glove off and pushing a black, oozing section in a bit.   She wipes her hand on her jeans.  "The metal's bleeding, but I can get it patched up.  The problem's going to be getting--" She kicks the underside of the console, and the screen flickers.  "--the the nav system to cooperate with the interface."  The screen flickers off again.  "Damnit...anyone have a fan?  Jeez, it's hotter than hell up here."  She leans down, pulling the goggles up onto her forehead.  "We're going to need to strip the modular dampening system, but if the main inertial units aren't melted I should be able to rewire everything."  She exhales.  "Man, what kind of ship is this?  It's an unusual design, kind of like a hybrid between...well, a lot of different things.  Hawjabran, Skrit Na, even a tiny bit Andalite...unless they're very good copies.  I've never seen anything quite like it."

[Kit Cloudkicker]

((Just so you all know...you can turn off the language filter in your forum preferences and then it will let you say "****pit".   ))


Keirdan begins to kick at the bottom of the table, and stares openly at the newcomers.

[Chad32]

"There probably is a bit of different technologies built into the ship." Asmodee said. "Spoils of war, and that kind of thing. When Nisraeln's conquer something, they take what they like and leave what they don't."

[Shenmue654]

Mar nods at Breekan, smiling. "He is an adorable little root of all destruction and chaos, but then again you yourself are terribly unassuming. At first glance I'd never imagine the sort of power you held in you, given the right prodding."

Mar stares off at the exit of the bar, wondering how Myitt's doing on the ship. It shouldn't be so hard. She's good at that, after all. Hah...I'm starting to get a bit buzzed...

Mar purrs to himself and glances about the room, smiling.

[Terenia]

The door swings open, squealing in an unforgiving sort of way that makes the newest entrant of the bar cringe slightly. She shuts the door hastily, as if to conceal the sound, and hurries up to the bar.

"A shot of your strongest." She mumbles, setting herself down on a worn out bar stool and pulling her jacket around herself tighter. She survey's her surroundings with a critical, watchful eye, but make no comment. One foot taps against the bar stools bottom rung restlessly. She seems uncomfortable, constantly fidgeting to push her dirty blonde hair back, or readjust her nondescript brown jacket. When her drink arrives, she cups it with care, but does not down it quite yet.

[Shenmue654]

Mar glances idly at the new arrival with some interest, trying to get a feel for why she'd be so worried. What's there to be frightened about? It's just a bar full of rebels...

Mar twirls his finger around his glass and states warmly,

"Madam, is something bothering you? I can benefit those who ask, especially sweet women like yourself."

[Terenia]

Her hands tighten around her glass, feeling the cold of the liquid biting through. She glances at him without turning her head, her foot never ceasing its insistent tap tap tap on the stool's rung.

"Nothing is bothering me." She says blandly, in a husky voice. "Who are you to bother with my affairs?"

[Shenmue654]

Mar smiles. There's something he likes about her, and he rarely likes anyone at first (if at all). It may have something to do with all her nervous tics, or just the fact that he's drinking a lot of wine. This isn't good for me. But I feel weak as it is and it's about time I had a little fun in this blasted place. The wine and the effort with her will calm my senses. Yes, yes.

"Then why, madam, are you clenching your glass as if you intend to break it in two?"

[Terenia]

"What?" She glances down at her glass and, realizing that he's correct, removes one of her hands and uses the other to bring the glass to her mouth, taking a hearty swig.

"I'm fine." She punctuates tersely, setting her glass back down on the table and wincing at the acrid burn in her throat. She risks glancing directly into his eyes. "You did not answer my question."

[Shenmue654]

Mar shrugs idly, sipping a bit of the deep wed rine he prefers.

"Just a person who could, in ordinary circumstances, solve most of the problems that you might have. Really it's just that I'm a little tired, a little..." *Mar twirls his hand about in the air "...frustrated, maybe. I thought I might talk to someone and clear my head. Especially if...they might later need my help."

[Terenia]

"No one can solve my problems." She spits bitterly, returning her gaze to her glass, "least of all some random drunk."

She takes another swig of her drink, this time tilting her head back slightly as the burning liquid runs down her throat, reveling in the intensity of it. The tumbler is now empty and she slides it back across the bar, requesting another.

"And what has you so frustrated?" She asks after a pause, begrudgingly grateful for the conversation and not ready to brush him off entirely.

[Shenmue654]

Mar chuckles. "The long and the short of it is that I am usually a very powerful man. But right now, in this place, I have become a pitiful weakling in comparison to what I normally am. This could be easily rectified, but...I'm not willing to leave until the person I care for does the same."

"So you can see how I'm stuck in a rut!" Mar states. He then turns to her calmly and states,

"And believe me...if you met me someday as I truly am, most of your problems could be solved, I think."