Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Gumby]

Conners gun was hin his hands in a flash, pointed at sub.

"Don't even think about it."

[Agent X]

X still has a good portion of her old reflexes, and drops down behind the bar, narrowly missing getting knocked out by a stun blast, which she honestly had no clue of knowing was set to stun and not kill.  She comes back up with a bottle in hand, whipping it at Sub.  If you knew her, you'd know this was a playful act more than anything else; Agent X's definition of playfulness could certainly include a hurtling glass bottle aimed at Sub's head.  Though to people who didn't know her, it could look like she was starting a fight.  Of course, most of the things she does have the unfortunate consequence of starting a fight.  "Well good f*ckin' morning to you, Sub!"

[Myitt]

"Oh, Jesus," Myitt sighs, taking her greenish drink and slowly turning to the smoking burn mark where the shredder beam hit the bar.  She sips it, wincing.  "Alright, can we all calm the f*ck down please?  There's drinks involved..."  She eyes Sub cautiously. 

<Sure as hell she doesn't want to get turned into Swiss cheese,> says Tara grimly. 

"Uh huh," Myitt murmurs distractedly into her glass, now watching everyone, her free hand clicking the dial on the Dracon in her right pocket.

[Agent X]

"Very true, we don't want to hit the drinks," X said, nodding somberly, and draining the rest of her drink.  "Alcohol abuse is a serious problem."

She looked over at the Bartender, and handed him the empty glass.  "I'm going to need like twelve more of these."

He just looked at her.

She sighed, and conceded. "Alright, one at a time."

He still stared at her.

"Oh, right!" she said, realizing that she was still on his side of the bar, and hopped back over.  He started to make her drink and she flashed him a grin.

[Myitt]

Myitt smiles, shaking her head.  "This place is going to erupt if someone gets trigger happy like that again," she says lowly, conversationally, to the Kelbrid next to her, or to herself, or to no one in particular.

[DinosaurNothlit]

Zu had slunk away from the quickly heating battle, definitely not wanting to get involved.  Finding a table a good way away from the conflict, he sat back down and watched curiously.  He didn't understand why Sub had fired upon X.  Did it have something to do with those odd noises she was making earlier?  Was she mentally unstable?

The anticipated fight seemed to subside after a moment, however, and when it seemed safe, Zu came back to the bar, sitting back down in his former seat.  He was starting to feel a little skittish, worried as he was about provoking the obviously volatile patrons.  Kelbrid males were not known for their abilities in a fight, having been raised with the belief that females were the stronger and more physically capable sex of the species, and that males could not be trusted to fight or even to do most physical tasks.  And if one is told something enough times, eventually it becomes true.

"Hopefully this will not happen, then," Zu replied to Myitt's statement, happily seizing the opportunity to make idle conversation.  He loved to talk, so long as he wasn't busy worrying about offending local customs or about getting thrust into the middle of a bar fight.

[Hunter]

"Well, it's not that hard to install this," Inidicating to the gyro "But as you said, the main problem is getting the struts back in place, and without a welder well, i'm screwed."

As Hunt was saying this, he walked over to his ship, opened a hatch in the engine bay of it, and started to remove the old gyro.

"Well, would ya look at this. The old gyro shattered itself. When she's fixed, i'm gonna have to split and find a new god damn  ship."

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal follows Hunter over to his ship, and stares at the shattered gyro "Why? Won't the new one do? And welding is no problem. There's gear somewhere in the bar, I'm sure. Want me to go dig for it?"

[Hunter]

"The replacement one'll last 'till i can get her to a dealer. But yeah, you can go digging for the welding gear, and we'll also need a couple more pairs of hands as well."

[SubVisser46OTAM]

Sub blinks and, stifling a yawn, dodges the bottle and puts her shredder back. "Ugh, sorry, X. Reflex...." she rubs her eyes, acting as if nothing even happened, settling back in her chair,"Wha'd I miss?"

[Myitt]

Myitt snurks.  "'What'd I miss', that's good."  She swivels around in the bar seat, tapping her fingers on her half-finished glass of Grateful Dead.  "Shal's out there helping the newbie fix his ship.  I guess someone should go out there and make sure that she's not, like, dead or whatever."  She hops off the seat and stands by the bar, holding the drink in one hand and fishing around for the butt of her Dracon with the other. 

[Gumby]

Conner put his weapon away and asked the BT."Hey, do you have a z-space communicator?"

[SubVisser46OTAM]

Sub stands, her back and shoulders popping loudly. If there was going to be trouble outside, she was going to back her friend up. She hears Conner's question to the bartender and looks over at him,"I got one in my ship, who ya need to be calling?"

[Breekan1]

Breekan1 hops up, stretches. "Tell ya what Myitt, I'll go with you. Given this crowd's tendency to show up on wanted posters, we might want to keep as many eyes on that bounty hunter as possible."

[Gumby]

"My craft, the Frigate The Structure of Summer." She can be here within a hour or so."