Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Alic]

Alic was going to see who was on this new ship, but another part of her was worried that Ossanlin had not replied. Quickly she made her way to where she had left him and the yeerk.

Seeing Ossanlin on the ground, Alic ran as fast as she could up behind Asmodee-controller. He seemed to be concentrating on keeping his host under control and knew now was the best time to attack.

Alic charged and brought her tail up and turned the flat of her blade forward, attempting to it the yeerk in the head and knock him unconscious. <Filthy slug!>

[Chad32]

Asmodee's body pitched forward due to the strike. The Yeerk tried to maintain balance, and turn around, but Asmodee's resistance and bloodloss caused him to collapse. He dropped Oss, and lost the weight he had on his tail. He struggked on the ground, but was unable to gte up or out of the way. His min d raced as it tried to think of a way to regain an advantage. His hand went to the communicator, and he planned to do to them what Asmodee tried to do to Temrash. Blast them to atoms with the ship's cannons.

[Alic]

Alic again struck with her tail, this time to send the communicator flying from Asmodee's grasp. <I don't think so, yeerk!> At this point she wouldn't care if he lived. She didn't like seeing Ossanlin held down like he was, and it made Alic feel a new kind of angry.

[Chad32]

He lay there, breathing hard and too tired to moove. But his eyes exuded hatred and malice. Anyone could tell he wanted to rip both of them apart, but it was too late. He was so furious, he couldn't even speak.

[Six]

A small rift opened up near where the Spartan and the Bounty Hunter were, what came out of the rift was what appeared to be a floating pink blob, the floating pink blob looked at its surroundings noting things that needed to be repaired it let out a whistling sigh and drifted over to where two species were talking, perhaps there was something that needed to be fixed or made. Behind it, the rift disappeared, as if it had never been

The Huragok hadn’t realized the teleporter’s trajectory would send it here, to this place, but it chose not to dwell on what had happened and instead focused on what might need fixing.
Lighter then Some bobbed over to them and whistled softly in greeting. Maybe these organisms had something that needed to be repaired.


OOC
[spoiler] HA HA! I has rejoined!
I’ll be able to fix almost anything if people want me to[/spoiler]

[Hunter]

“Yeah, a bar.” Holstering his pistol and seeing the guy jump out of the hole and lower his rifle. He had called himself ‘Spartan 8-2-1’ “Spartan 8-2-1, eh? You got an easier name?” Seeing him extend his hand, Hunt reached out and shook it, hoping that the Spartan wouldn’t crush it.

Suddenly seeing a floating pink blob pop into existence near them, startled him so much that he whipped his gun hand from the Spartans grasp, back into his jacket and he pulled out his pistol, **** it and aim at the thing; whatever it is. ”What is that thing?” he managed to say.

[Shenmue654]

((Welcome to the game, AFZ!  Oh, and Hunter...I thinks your comic is neat. ^^ )

[Hunter]

((not my comic... lol i just read it... 0.o XD lol))

[Six]

Lighter then some was unperturbed by the organics hostility what caught the Huragok’s attention was the weapon it wielded, it hadnt seen that type before, reaching out with a tentacle that split into fine cilia it snatched the gun out of the mammals grasp and took it apart within a minute.

No pieces fell out as the Huragok brought the now disassembled object close to its row of small black ‘eyes’, finding nothing wrong with the weapon it reassembled it in less then forty seconds, and proffered it back to the one it had taken the .50 calibre pistol, the name of the weapon had popped into its head once it was disassembled and examined, from.
The weapon was now cleaner and in a better shape then it had been less then a two minutes ago.

[Hunter]

“Hey! That's mine!” Hunt yelled as the thing snatched his gun from his hand, pulled it apart, looked it over and put it back together in less than two minutes. “Thanks, I guess,” He said as he took the gun from the thing. Looking over it, he saw that it looked as new as he the day he bought it. Sliding the magazine out, he saw that inside the well, it had been cleaned of all the grit, dust and gunpowder that had gathered there over the years. Flicking the tab that held the slide on, he took it of and looked under it and he saw that it had even managed to get the scratches out.

“Geez... You're good!” Placing the slide back on and locking it back in place he then slid the magazine back in, flicked the safety back on, and placed it in the holster in his trenchcoat.

Turning to the Spartan, he asked “Do you know who or what this is?”

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((Will re when I get a chance.  I'm moving a bunch of stuff this weekend so I'm pretty busy, and I know I've got no less than three seperate story-arcs waiting on me.  I'm sorry!  I promise to re ASAP!  Thanks for waiting on me guys.))

[Alic]

((ill be waiting to reply then I guess geez.. Jk))

[Myitt]

((No worries Luke, and I think it's funny that before we were all getting confused about who's on what ship....who's on first? XD))

Corliss hops up the ladder to the upper manual weapons control, settling into the seat.  "Aye aye, captain," he calls down, grinning.  "Always wanted to say that."

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"Hold on, guys," Myitt says.  "Seran's ship is going to jump out soon, and we're coming with them, then nose-diving upwards.  I think.  Let's hope there's no dimensional engine backwash from them jumping out so close behind us."  She smiles thinly, hands on the manual and holographic controls.  "In other words, please buckle the hell up."

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Gerard's autopiloted Skrit Na fighter cruises past the barrage of Imperial ships as they begin their attack on the base below.

"Yaaa-haaah!" he screeches, the ship automatically turning on its side to maneuver between the big right wing of a Blade Ship and the jagged engines of the Imperial Cruiser beneath it.  "Jeez!" he exhales, breathless.  "Autopilot, is this really the best route?" 

"Autopilot engaged," the computer says unhelpfully.

"Jesus Christ I'm gonna die," the young man whispers, but so far the ships' attention seems to have been on the base far below. 

Reven starts to pilot his ship around most of the Imperial fleet, watching on a remote screen as the attack on their base's few exterior buildings starts.  The screen flickers, then disappears, replaced by an error screen. 

"WARNING -- ONE MINUTE REMAINING," the self-destruct timer on Reven's personal computer reminds him, although he has left any real danger of self-destructing far behind him on their moon.

In front of him, however, lies a large and formidably armed fleet owned by the Yeerk Empire.

And the best this ship has for a weapon is a tractor beam.

[Terenia]

Kara turns back to the weapons controls, looking caught somewhere between pleased that she could help and terrified that they were listening to her. Obeying Myitt, she checked to make sure that she was strapped in and tightened the restraints for good measure. She turned all of her focus on the blank nothingness on the view screen in front of her, waiting for it to turn black.

[Alic]

Alic whipped her tail to have her blade set at the yeerks throat. That would prevent him from doing anything stupid, maybe. <One twitch, worm, your host's head goes rolling and you die.>
Keeping her angry stalk eyes on Asmodee, she turned to look at Ossanlin. <Miss me?>