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[Terenia]

Kara nods, chewing her lower lip - a nervous tic from her host that she was never quite able to get under control, "I left because I didn't want to cause any more bloodshed. Because this," she gestures to her scar, "isn't worth making Visser Seven and his egomaniac commander's happy. But I am not killing my host. If it weren't for me she'd still be stuck on Earth, an oblivious meaningless tool of her culture and upbringing."

[Myitt]

"I'm nobody's ****ing pawn, Mar," Myitt says, quietly smoldering.  "Ironically, Ardiss, I left because I didn't want any more bloodshed either.  I guess leaving one militia to join another, fighting that first and better equipped army, probably wasn't the best way to go about it."

"You aren't killing your bloody host," Corliss says, exasperated.  "But you're destroying her life, nonetheless.  Shouldn't she have the right to be a meaningless tool, if she is free to be one?"

[Shenmue654]

Mar can't resist the urge to laugh at the whole conversation, which naturally causes him to cough up a lung again. "And you believe that you are not? It's true that you have at last broken out of the desire to obey sinful, bloodthirsty fools. But still you speak as an arrogant master of the galaxy. I hate to burst your bubble, but just because you have high technology doesn't mean you mortals have mastered anything. You know nothing at all of what goes on around you, the larger things playing for control of your fate. I do honestly like you however, and I am sorry I speak so out of turn."

Mar seems to be relaxing more now. The pain is terrible, but he's starting to realize (or maybe it's the alcohol) that just because his skills are inoperable does not mean he is not himself. He smiles pleasantly at Myitt.

"No, no. You're right. I'm not the one playing with you at the moment, and I promised not to interfere in your fate. But just because my interference is minimal means little in the face of what the others are doing, no?"

[Terenia]

Kara flushes, abashed and uncertain of how to counter, "Even if I did give this human her freedom back, she wouldn't know what to do with it. And what of me? You'd probably just as quickly see me back to my pool, blind and deaf forever. Or smeared across some Andalite's tail blade."

Her gaze falls  on Ossanlin with distaste, "I'm sure the grass-eater would not object."

[Chad32]

"You don't know Ossy. And why you so extreme? You give a little, and you get a little. Find someone and reach agreement. Like me and Temrash."

[Alic]

Alic kept her thoughts to herself. There were plenty of things she wanted to say, of course, but the others had it going smoothly. She had her main eyes on the yeerk while keeping an eye on the drinking game.
The comment about Ossanlin filled Alic with amusement. There were things he would do.. She remembered him talking about keeping things peaceful.. Kara was afraid of Ossanlin when it was Alic who would have no problem disposing of one more Yeerk.
 Still, she kept quiet. She spoke too often before thinking too many times.

[Shenmue654]

Mar glances at Kara and states, "If I have any say at all in what goes on here....then you shall not end up blind and deaf in a pool somewhere. I have promised non-interference in Myitt's life in exchange for the current peace, but I promised nothing in regards to yours. You seem as if you need assistance of some....kind."

Mar glances pointedly at Kara, but it's almost as if he's looking at someone behind her or inside her. "We may also have business in the near future should your circumstances change."

[Breekan1]

Breekan listens carefully to the debate, tucking the first aid kit back into his costume, but snickers along with Shal as talk turns to Crayak. "Well, if it helps at all, from what I've heard I wouldn't necessarily call the Yeerks the hands of Crayak," Breekan muses. "Maybe something more like a book he likes to read, or a nice chicken sandwich. Something in between those." His eyes dart towards Mar. "And I wouldn't say the immortal types have a better handle on things than the rest of us- no offense to you, Mar, or your boss, Ossanlin." He shrugs. "Alien cultures and space-gods are pretty much the same; don't expect anything about a million times more complex than your brain to be on your side."

[Gaz]

"Just a sec, kid," said Fletcher. He reaches into his own pocket and pulls out another computer. "Here ya go. This one is just for games."

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Keirdan makes a grab for Gaz's computer again. "I want that one." he states, rather stubbornly.

[Gaz]

"Well..um..." Fletcher stumbles. He had never been good with kids. "You see, I need Gaz's computer so I can find her a haul. If I don't she will be very unhappy with me. I'd rather stay on her good side. She's already pointed a gun in my face today."

[Myitt]

"Mar, I just want to live my life, comforted by the knowledge that I am not a game piece in some stupid farce I have no control over.  Okay?" snaps Myitt, still irritated by the very thought.  She murmurs in Yeerkish, "Violates every physical law...can't even begin to understand..."

Back to English, "And as for you, Ardiss, how do you know your host won't be able to handle having her body back?  Didn't she handle it quite nicely before you came along?  I'm not going to take you out of there against your will, but you're going to have to feed sometime.  And you're right, you'd better hope you're in the presence of those more sympathetic than some of my Andalite friends.  There is a reason I have very few of those, you know.  But they are my friends, and they are honorable."

"Half a bloody moment," says Corliss, "we're not going to leave anyone stranded or let anyone get hurt, specially not when they're helpless.  No one's threatened anyone, we're just discussing Imperial morality like normal, rational people."

"Yes, well.  I think we'd better hope, for all our sakes, that this creature didn't get tagged before quitting her job and flying off into the sunset," says Myitt, itching at the red, swollen edges of her right arm's grey bandages.  "That's the last thing we need."

[Terenia]

Kara wrinkles her nose slightly, her teeth gnawing down on her bottom lip with fervor, "So what? If I'm still in your presence when I need to feed...you'll just leave me there? That hardly seems moral to me. After all, this body doesn't belong to you. It's mine."

[Myitt]

"No, we'd probably work something out with you, like, right now," says Myitt, trying very hard to be patient.  "If you think you'd be willing to talk to your host, maybe try and treat her as an equal instead of a slave.  Maybe the real Kara wouldn't mind reaching a compromize with you.  After all, it's her life you've jeopardized, too.  You're stuck with each other.  She's really the only friend, or at least companion, you've got, and it sounds like she hates you.  Way to go."

[Terenia]

"She?" Kara blinks at the pronoun, sneering ever so slightly, "She is barely even present anymore. I doubt that she would be useful to your rebellion even if I was removed from her. There is nothing left here but a body and a few stray memories, curled in so tightly on themselves that they barely exist themselves," she pauses, searching for a memory, "This body is twenty-five Earth years old. It has been mine for ten, and was another Yeerks prior to that. How can you even call it a sentient being anymore?"