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[Terenia]

Kara scowls a bit, but shrugs it off. She isn't in the mood to start a fight either. In fact, that's exactly what she came here to avoid. She sighs heavily, "My name is Ardiss Five-One-Two, and my host is less than pleased with her situation," one hand absentmindedly touches her scar. "As am I," she adds.

[Myitt]

"Well, we're all a sorry lot," Myitt says with a slow smile, gingerly poking at the big, gloppy grey bandages that surround parts of her lower and upper right arm.  "We look more like an infirmary than a bunch of bar patrons."  She notices for the first time that Keirdan is nursing his bump on the head.  "Oh, no, kid, not you too?  Are you okay?  Bartender, get him more ice cream, whatever he wants, kids who get hit on the head need ice cream."

The bartender sighs wordlessly and brings Keirdan some chocolate chip ice cream from the freezer.  He just leaves the whole white, label free carton there with a spoon.

Myitt turns back to Kara.  "So, Ardiss Five-One-Two, what's so bad about your situation?  War wounds aside, at least you have some free time to spend.  Unless you're hiding, this can be either a very good or a very bad place at which to hide from one's problems." She grins a bit.  "I'm just curious.  I've never seen you here before, it's not very well known within the Empire."  She pauses, laughing.  "You have to be a little crazy, and I suppose I must include myself in this blanket statement, to take time off from a job that doesn't give you time off."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((Sry guys...I had the same problem as Gaz...tons of reading!))

*Ossanlin reaches out to shake the bounty-hunter's hand, though his own hand is dwarfed within it.*  <I hope it's enough to get you to the next civilized port.>  *He pulls a z-space transponder from his pouch and hands it to Asmodee.*  <Call us if anything happens or if things turn sour, if need-be I can have a Dome Ship back you up.>  *Ossanlin grins with his eyes.*  <Perhaps we'll meet again Asmodee of the North.  We depart in peace.>  *Ossanlin nods and turns back toward the bar, giving the ship one last glance to make sure it was flight-worthy.*

*He broadcasts a thought to Alic.*  <I'm fine, I'm on my way back, thanks for checking up on me though.>  *He smiles again to himself at that.  Young or not the attention of a female andalite was pleasant and something he hadn't experienced for some time.*

*Ossanlin presses the transmit button on the communicator Temrash gave him.*  <I'm fine Myitt, I'm on my way back.  I think Asmodee's ship will get him where he needs to go now.  I'll be there in a second.>

*Ossanlin trots up to the bar, entering, his tail-blade swishing back and forth in its natural motion, his hooves ringing a bit against the hard tile floor.*  <By the Homeworld...this place is packed.  I haven't seen it this full since the old days!>  *Ossanlin looks over the crowd, some very odd-looking humans in suits of armor he assumed...they made him somewhat uneasy, they seemed as bad as Yeerks though he didn't think they WERE Yeerks.  The pirate and her friend were still at the bar, Breek and Keirdan were together, and Shal and Myitt were over by....Mar?!*

<Mar, what happened?  Do you need assistance?  I do not know of what I am currently capable, probably not much, but perhaps I could help somewhat...>  *he trots closer to the injured "man", and then Ossanlin noticed the new human crouched by Mar as well, one sporting a nasty scar that looked like it might have been caused by...oh dear...he stops for a moment, not wanting to come any closer.*  <Myitt, how is he?>  *Ossanlin looks at Myitt with a stalk-eye, the other peering at Mar's bloodied clothing, but his main eyes stay locked on that scar on the new human's face...she must be a Yeerk, but was she loyal or not was the question...*

[Myitt]

"Alive," she says, gesturing at him idly.  "I don't quite know how he did what he did, but I think his powers...I think whatever he's used to doing just can't cope with the limitations of his human form.  He tried to conjure fire from his mass, which unfortunately...wel l.  You can see what it did.  Shal's stopped the bleeding, I don't know his status internally."

"Yeah, an' now my damned bioscanner's smashed up, can't tell without bringing 'im to one of the ships," says Corliss.  "'Lo Ossanlin.  Speaking of which, I don't like the thought of leaving the Skimmer out there, even in a dead state it's not exactly clean."

"Can you set it on self-destruct?" Myitt suggests.

"Sure, but it's not totalled, eh?  We paid a bloody arm and a leg for that thing.  Almost literally."  Corliss sighs and pushes his empty beer glass away. 

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Keirdan spots the ice cream, and slips out of Breekans grasp. He sits at the table next to Gaz, and begins to shovel the ice cream into his mouth. He makes a face. "Ow. Brain freeze!" He offers a spoonful to Fletcher.


Shal touches Mar's wound one last time, and stares at it silently. She gives him a half-smile, and stands up. She packs up the bag, and hands it to Breekan. She sits at the bar, next to Corliss, and stares at him in silence.

[Myitt]

"What's up, Shal?  You're awfully quiet, yeah?" Corliss peers at Mar's wound, then looks back at her.  "I take it you're working your magic.  Fancy a drink?"

"Perhaps not the best idea to give him the entire pint of ice cream," Myitt murmurs, a hand to her mouth.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal nods at Corliss, and continues to stare.

[Chad32]

Asmodee does some final checking, and the repairs are complete. He gives one last look at the bar. He was beginning to like Ossalin, but if he ever returned it would be for Temrash's demise. Perhaps Myitt too. "I never thought I'd see the day when an Andalite would defend a Yeerk." He said, as he fired up his ship and set off.

Temrash took a seat near Mar. Jagill's memory told him that Mar had Myitt's soul. And it wouldn't easily be returned. He relaxed, and began thinking of the complications that might arise from that.

<What if she can never go Beyond?>

<I don't know. Maybe if I get more info, I'll be able to help Myitt. Until then, we'll try to keep her alive.>

[Myitt]

Myitt smiles at Temrash.  "So glad you could join us."

"Bartender, would you please get this young lady whatever she's drinking?" Corliss asks politely, grinning at Shal.  "What, is it my nose?  I know, I know, I'm a mess.  What can you do, eh?"

[Chad32]

"You wanted me here, so I'm here." He said matter-of-factly. "Though I'm not quite sure about your whole story with mar. He saves your life, at the price of a piece of your soul? He used to be stronger, and because he's not anymore, he hurt himself. So I don't know if I can help the two of you with your personal problems, or if I should just let things work themselves out."

[Myitt]

"He actually hurt himself because he's powerful," says Myitt, shrugging faintly.  "And I believe, if I have the story correctly, that he obtained my soul some time before he saved my life.  When, I don't know, because I'm having a very difficult time remembering that particular piece of my life.  Tara doesn't really remember, either, and that bothers me."

[Kit Cloudkicker]

The bartender brings Shal a tall glass of Redin. Shal lifts her head, and grins back at Corlis. She pats him on the cheek before downing half the glass and offering the rest to him.

[Myitt]

Corliss shrugs.  "Nah, love, I'm driving." He grins.  "Thanks, though.  How's the kid doing, eh?  He looks a bit worse for wear."

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal downs the remaineder of the glass, and resumes her position, head on the bar, staring at Corliss; she half-smiles at him.

[Chad32]

Temrash looks at Keirdan. "He's got a pretty good bump on his head, and no hat to hide it. How's it going over there, Captain Hardbones?" He asks, attempting once again to talk to the child. Last time, he gave no response. Temrash had never really interacted with children, so it was something kind of new.