Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Hunter]

As Hunter stumbled into the bar and found a seat, he rapped on the bar, to get BT's attention.

"I'll have a shot of whiskey. Crown Royale... oh, and leave the bottle."

As BT placed the bottle of Crown and a shot glass on the bar, hunter dropped a couple of 20 Pernese dollar notes on the counter

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal stands up, shoves her communicator back into her jeans pocket, and walks slowly back into the bar. She glances around looking for her bottle of redin, and glares at the BT when she dosen't see it. She glances up into the rafters, then leaps, pulling her self up onto the lowest beam, and settling directly above the door to the bar.

She swings a leg idly back and forth, and stares down at Hunter. "What happened to your ship?"

[Gumby]

Conner asked the bartender.

"Bartender, do you have a z-space communicator?"

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal answers Conner's question before the BT has a chance. "I have one, if you'd like to use it. The big eye in the sky monitors it, so I don't know if that matters to you."

[Hunter]

Hunter looked up to Shal sitting in the rafters.
"My landing gyro crapped itself. If you happen to have an XE-21A gyro, i can get it fixed, but I'll need some help to get her landing struts on again, though" He said as he downed a shot of the Crown.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

"I personally don't have one. But we can go dig through the wreckage out there and see if we can find one. Most of that stuff's been out there for years." she responds.

[Breekan1]

Breekan1 nods. "It'll be an adventure! And it'll give everyone something to do other than drink and be miserable. Not that I intend to demean the most cherished and essential passtimes of this old place, mind you."

[Alic]

An already half intoxicated human stumbles into the bar.. just hoping to find some old friends...

[Myitt]

"Just don't start pulling things outta my ship," Myitt says, walking back into the bar with a wry smile.  "'Lo, Alic.  Long time no see, man."

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal grins at Myitt, then turns to Alic "Hot damn, it really is a happy little reunion here."

[Alic]

"Yes it's been awhile.." Alic goes behind the bar and grabs her own beer, then takes a seat closest to the door.

[DinosaurNothlit]

((I'm still working my way through previous posts, but I'm definitely thinking of joining here.  But I have a question first.  Would anyone mind me playing a Kelbrid?  In doing so, I would supply my own interpretation of the Kelbrid, thus precluding anyone else who has a different idea of what Kelbrid are like.  If anyone is bothered by this, I'm sure I can come up with a different name for my character's race, leaving the Kelbrid open for others.  But I figured I'd ask, anyway.))

[Agent X]

She wasn't really sure why she'd come back.  It was just one of those things that seemed to happen to her every once in a while.  But damn it, if she gave in to each of these nostalgic urges for places she'd haunted in the past, she'd be on a constant vicious circuit.  She was too arrogant to simply use the front door, but not quite so much anymore that she needed to make a grand entrance.  Just one minute there was nothing in the corner and almost too slowly to be noticeable, like time-lapse decay in reverse, she appeared.  Tall, pale, short black hair, ripped black jeans, severe black boots, white tank, goggles perched on top of her head, gray messenger back slung over her shoulder.

She slipped a Marlboro Red out from a pack in her pocket, letting the flame of her Zippo lick the end of it, and as she took a drag it glowed red.  "Well hey.  Look at this sorry crowd."  Grin.

[Hunter]

"Hmm..." Hunter mused at the newcomer before taking one last shot of whiskey before before getting up off of his seat and saying

"Shal, you gonna come and help me look for the part i need?" Hunt asked

Without waiting for an answer, he started heading for the door, trying not to bump into anyone as not to start an all out brawl.

As Hunt stepped out of the bar, he headed for his crashed X-wing.

"C'mon R5. Help me find a working landing gyro."

R5, a little red astro droid, popped out of the top of the ship with a little swoosh noise, landed next to it, and started rolling towards the pile of junk near the bar.

[DinosaurNothlit]

((I finished reading, so I'll go ahead and post, and just not reveal my character's species name until I get an answer on my previous question.  ))

A medium-sized craft slowly hovered towards the Space Edge Bar, looking, unlike most who came here, like it had been searching for this place rather than simply crashing or winding up here by accident.  The craft was gleaming silver, and was shaped like a curving rectangular prism, convex at the front and tapering into a concave tail towards the back.  Rows of spines jutted out from the edges, raked forward, probably weapons.

The ship carefully landed in the area designated for ships outside the bar.  After a moment, a strange creature stepped out.  The creature was humanoid in shape, with the standard two arms and two legs, but was covered in what appeared to be feathers.  Upon closer inspection, it would become apparent that the 'feathers' were actually triangular blades, each one black, but tipped with bright green.  The creature also had two large, angular wings extending from its back.  Its feet were like origami versions of a hawk's talons, each composed of three blades that were bent down to point into the ground; however, they looked too blunt to do much real damage.  Perhaps the strangest thing about this creature was his head.  It had the overall shape of a polyhedron, his face diamond-shaped.  His eyes were merely panels of what looked like red glass, and where his mouth should have been, there was nothing except four diamond-shaped holes.

The creature opened the door of the bar, and stepped inside, glancing around at the various patrons, assessing the situation, his glassy eyes unreadable.  He walked up to the bar, found a bar-stool durable enough to withstand his bladed feathers, and sat down.

Despite his lack of a mouth, the creature spoke aloud.  His words were in heavily accented Galard, and his grammar, while understandable, made it quite clear that it was not a language he spoke regularly.  "Bartender," he said haltingly.  "Has bar here any liquor in gaseous composition?  My species cannot drinking liquid, you see."

While the bartender was getting something for him, the creature turned to Myitt, who happened to be the closest to where he had sat down.  "My name is Zu," he introduced himself while he waited.  "There is any interesting news here lately?"