Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Terenia]

"You must be fairly oblivious, to tell me of such dark dealings," She says with a slight giggle, still not entirely believing him, but also not entirely sure that she cares. He is mysterious and interesting, which is all that she needs right now, really. She sips her refilled glass thoughtfully for a moment before continuing on, her voice betraying a very faint lisp as the alcohol begins to take affect.

"So besides your current limitations, what brings you to talk to a poor runaway like me? I hardly hold any interest for someone such as yourself."

[Shenmue654]

Mar smiles, tapping the bar table over and over again. At this point his mind is starting to fly out the window and he's not entirely sure why it matters that they started talking. She's a nice, pretty girl and she probably has a nice, pretty soul. Yes, wasn't that it?

"I'm not so sure it matters, but I found you interesting. Probably it's because I'm a little drunk and getting worse, but I also thought you looked sad. Sad people are fun to mess with and so I thought I could mess with you. Now I just want to talk, my dear."

The rational part of him is demanding that he bring back his dignity, but he's ignoring it for the most part. I'm in a bar, and my precious is fixing a bounty hunter's spaceship and could possibly take forever. This'll help me wait.

[Six]

Deucalion
The Commando nodded "At once Sir" He headed over to the bar, addressing the one who tended it "I require one bottle of the strongest Helgan whiskey you have and three shot glasses, clean if you wouldn't mind." He was handed the bottle and the glasses. He noted that one was slightly smudged and decided to give that one to Wolffe, as Radec would not stand for any imperfections.
He returned to the table and placing the glasses down he poured each of them a generous helping of the strong liquor. He went to sit down on the other booth seat but Wolffe had already propped his feet up and placed his rifle on the other space. Deucalion sighed "You don't need a seat for your weapon. Remove it"
Wolffe
He looked over at Deucalion "An' Ah ken that yer don' be realisin' tha' mah Rifle do be needin' ah seat" He grabbed one of the un-smudged glasses and moved it closer to him. Deucalion sighed and grabbed a stool, bringing it over to the table. "I can see that ya ken, now. We do be comin' tah an understanding" Wolffe looked over at Radec saluting him with a nod. "Ah ken that we do be havin' a drinkin' competition?" He removed his gas mask, but kept the upper part of his helmet on.
Meanwhile Deucalion had sat down and retrieved the smudged glass and listened to Wolffe speak, he couldn't understand the guy half the time, by Helgan how does a Helghast have a Scottish accent? He didn't know nor was it in his place to find out, he merely detached his mask and waited patiently.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

*Ossanlin nodds again, now the scent drifting to him....dead human?  Really?  He reaches out and contacts Alic personally.* <<Hey, is everything fine in there?  We're wafting some strange things out here.>>  *Ossanlin doesn't let the concern hover on his face, hopefully Alic would answer him soon.*

<Well, it's good about the slip-shield emitter.  Ah, software problems.  Well if anyone can fix that, it's you Myitt.  Asmodee, if you wouldn't mind, please show me to the zero-drive, I'll help you extricate and transport it.>  *Ossanlin smiles briefly with his eyes at the Hunter, following in step with him.*

[Hunter]

“Excellent idea, Wolffe!” Radec acknowledged. As he said this, he reached over the table, grabbed the bottle and poured himself and his bodyguards a shot each. “On the count of three! One… Two… Three!” At this, they all proceeded to down their first shots of the night. As the extremely strong liquor burnt its way down the colonels throat, he sighed at the taste, because as a high ranking officer, he didn’t get much time to drink, 'or anything else, for that matter' he thought bitterly

[Alic]

Taking a swig out her bottle, Alic rolled her eyes at Mar. She thought he had changed quite a bit since he first entered the bar, and didn't know what to think of him still.
Alic kept watching the group of men out of the corner of her eye and started tapping her nails on the bar. She took another drink out of nervousness and set the bottle down. This place wasn't used to being crowded and neither was she.
As soon as Ossanlin spoke to her she immediately hopped off the barstool and walked quickly to the exit. Alic demorphed as soon as she was outside. You never know what people may or may not have encountered and didn't want any reactions.
She replied back to Ossanlin privately. <There's a very strange group of humans. I've never seen so many at once before.. I don't believe I like it.>

[Breekan1]

Breekan smiles sheepishly at Mar. “Thanks, but… Well, to tell you the truth, it’s hardly the productive sort of powerful. And you’re one to talk yourself- I think you’re the first vampire I’ve ever met who could bring people back from the dead.” He frowns. “Really, last vampire I remember was kind of an ****. Scary guy, too.”

[Gaz]

Gaz drummed her fingers on the counter while she waited for Fletcher to finish messing around with the star charts. Sitting around for so long was getting to her, as a pirate she was prone to roam.

While she waited, she chose to observe the newcomers as they, rather loudly, sat down and ordered drinks.

"How you doing down there, kid?" she asked Keidran.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Keirdan has fallen asleep, and in true five year old fashion (that is, as long as you're able to let go of the fact he's asleep in a filthy bar, on the floor, surrounded by pirates and rebels), he's curled up on his side, hugging a table leg.

[Terenia]

Kara frowns slightly into her glass. "So you're messing with me?" She asks with a sigh. Pushing her glass away from her she turns to face Mar fully for the first time, pulling her face from the shadows. It is a rather typical human face: two brown eyes, a smallish nose, and a tight-lipped mouth, all framed by dark unruly curls. All perfectly average, except for the long, angry scar that trails from her absent right ear down to the edge of her mouth (which explains the lisp, at least).

"I am sad." She confesses with a shrug. "Why shouldn't I be? The world is a sad place these days."

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal stands and stretches. She watches Myitt in silence waiting to see if she needs help with anything else, as Shal has finished repairing the wires she had been working on.

[Gaz]

Gaz shook her head when she saw Keidran out like a light. "Cute kid," she muttered.

"Found anything, Fletch?" Gaz asked.

"I may be on to something," Fletcher said, "Give me a little more time."

"Not like I have anywhere to be," Gaz replied. She meant it though.

[Breekan1]

Breekan pulls a blanket out from his sleeve, notes the blood stain, and frowns significantly. He extends one of his claw's and slices off the offending corner, before laying it over Keirdan.

[Myitt]

"This would be much easier," Myitt murmurs, working on the last of a bundle of wires, "if I had both...rgh...arms."  Her injured arm is still tucked inside of her jacket, Tara's right hand just functional enough to hold one end of a wire pinned to the metal plating inside the control panel. 

Her comm link is in her jacket, and she didn't hear Corliss the first time he attempted to contact her--her head had been buried in the wiring.
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Corliss eyes the newcomers, who are now apparently engaged in some kind of drinking game.  One of them almost sounds...is that Edinburgh?  He watches Mar converse with the woman with the lisp, overhearing only snippets of their conversation. 

"'ey," he says into his comm link, still eyeing them.  "Earth to Myitt.  Hello?"

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Myitt pauses, pulling out the link.  "What?" she snaps.

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"You're alive," is all Corliss says, smirking.

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"Yes.  Thank you.  Busy."  She stuffs the link back into one of her pockets and exhales.  "Thanks, Shal.  Holy ****, you're fast.  Let's see if the thing works."  She switches a few of the uncharred controls and is rewarded with a shower of white sparks.  "Jesus!" she howls, throwing the goggles against her face, which accomplishes pretty much nothing.  Luckily the sparks fizzle out and don't hurt either of them.  "Okay, plan B."  She rewires a couple of the glowing white optics and presses another couple of buttons. 

The nav panel whirrs and the old fashioned, charred-but-visible plexiscreen flickers back up, scrolling text in a language or code Myitt is unfamiliar with.  A voice also speaks to them in an language Myitt doesn't know.  "Hey, turelek, I think your viewscreen's working," she calls down to the bounty hunter.  "Ossanlin, any luck with the z-drive?"

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Corliss sighs, setting the link down.  "Bartender, another pint, please."  He glances at Kara and Mar again.  "Mar, you know I've been meaning to ask, when you say 'precious' you're referring to Myitt, right?  She must hate that.  Reckon you could call 'er by 'er name, yeah?  Just because you 'ave her soul or whatever the bloody hell it is...doesn't make her your possession."  He considers.  "Not really."

[Chad32]

Asmodee climbed in to check the viewscreen. "Nice." He said. He pressed a few buttons, and mumbled to himself while he looked at the script. Various Nisraeln words came on, and he pressed buttons and scrolled around as he checked various things. "I think she's going to live."

Temrash and Ossy were back with the Z-Drive. "I think we've got a good idea of how this thing is going to fit." Temrash said to Myitt. "We can take this panel out of the ship here, to allow for more room. Make holes in the Z-Drive casing here, here, and here. Bolt it in, secure the right side, and once we plug it in we can weld the back hatch shut." He said to Ossy. "One last thing, though, Asmodee. I wouldn't try to overdo this Drive. You may want to pick the shortest route through Z-Space, where you can get a better quality Drive. That way it's less likely to burn out on you."

"Affirmative."