Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Yarin]

(oh so your  a lupine neat)

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal shrugs. "You know...I was, er, 'contracting' for him...meaning, it was do it or be done....and the next thing I knew, I was here, without a ship. I'm guessing he wants me in one place, so he doesn't, er...lose track of me again?"

[PrinceRonny]

Ronny shook his head quickly, coming out of the stupor that had overcome him the last...what's it been? Days? weeks? He didn't know. All he knew is that one minute he was chatting away with an old friend and the next, here he was...still in the same place, the nostalgic old Space Bar, but everything was different. Other people, other conversations, and other things going on. How much time had passed? And why was he so confused??

[AcreLorraine]

He pulled out a few more blank cards and began drawing on them.  This was a good place for new people.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal wanders back into the bar, and scans the bar for the bottle of Redin that she had purchased earlier. The BT pulls it out without her saying anything, and walks it over to her, along with a clean glass. She sits at a booth and pours some out, and stares at it silently.

[Hunter]

((still waiting for yarin))

[Myitt]

((Heheh...busy weekend xP))

Myitt shrugs, giving Sub's ship a quick glance, and calls out a command to her ship.  It shimmers and vanishes, recloaking.  She steps back into the bar, noticing Ronny's confused state, and she walks over to him.  "Hey," she says, sitting at the bar near where he stands.  "You look like you don't know if you're coming or going.  What's up, Ronny?"

[Gumby]

In the dark sky, there was a streak of fire as a trashed human fighter flew toward the bar. The pilot, Conner Herons, had been in a massive engagement between the human fleet of prosperity, and the yeerk fleet of conquest. After engaging several bug fighters, he got smashed by a dracon cannon. Making a random z-space jump, he came out by the bar. He nursed his crippled fighter onto the ground. Smash, the craft hit the ground, shuddered, and shut down. Popping open the canopy, he crawled out of the wreck. He walked into the bar, with burnt suit, and a beam pistol in its holster. He pulled out some money and asked the bar tender.

"Give me something to calm down my beating heart." The bartender handed him two shots of fire ale. He downed them without flinching, paid the B, and went over to a couch and fell down on it, asleep.

[Myitt]

Myitt turns, her bar seat creaking geriatrically, and nods at the newcomer.  "What's up with him?" she wonders aloud, amused.  "Not so much as a 'by your leave'...talk about battle fatigue."  She spins the chair a bit further.  "Hey, Shal, you hogging all the good liquor in this establishment?"

The bartender sighs and sets another bottle of redin and a couple of glasses in front of Myitt, but since she's turned around she barely notices, glancing back at the noise.  "Oh.  Right," she grins sheepishly. "Thanks, BT."

[Gumby]

Conner woke up, looked around dazed. Remembering where he was, he got up, and went over to the bartender.

"Good day to you, do you have any Krell Cider by any chance?"

[Myitt]

The bartender slowly turns and gazes at Conner, setting his thoroughly dried glass and dishtowel down.  He clicks his pen and scribbles something in his small notebook, showing it to Conner.

"Cash or tab?" it reads in Conner's language.

Without waiting for an answer the bartender turns to the side and rifles through a number of dusty bottles, finding one surprisingly quickly and pouring a large glass of the stuff.  He hands it to Conner, nodding slightly, then goes back to drying his glass.

[Gumby]

Conner payed the bartender some money, and started sipping his purchase. He looked at the bartender.

"Bartender, do you know if I can repair my ship anywhere?"

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal holds the bottle of Redin out to Myitt, sloshing around the liquor remaining in the bottle. She grins, "Anything for you, friend."

Shal turns to look at Connor, she stares at him wearily, and answers the BT's question, for him. "There's nothing around here. You can call someone in. Pay someone you stumble upon in the bar to fix it for you. Or, you can try doing it yourself. Your best bet is to get someone to fly in to fix it for you....good luck giving directions." She pauses for a moment, then adds "What kind of ship is it? I might be able to help."

[Breekan1]

Breekan looks at the wreckage through the window and lets out a low whistle. "And more importantly, what the hell did you do to that thing?"

[SubVisser46OTAM]

Sub, after a long while, steps out of her tailfighter, a grin on her face and nearly humming under her breath. She blinks at the wrecked fighter that apparently landed while she was inside her ship and lets out a low whistle.

The human-looking woman strides into the bar, swinging the door back, and smiles brightly at the patrons,"Anybody miss me?" seemingly in a MUCH better mood than when she first went into her ship.