Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Shenmue654]

Mar chuckles darkly and glances toward Breekan, sipping at his deep red wine. "Quite a bit, my fine furry friend. I've realized how utterly useless I am as a mortal, half the Bar is out killing an interdimensional monster, and all I can think about is how I want to drown the entire mess behind me. But..." *Mar stirs the wine with his finger. "...I should try to lay off the wine. I've already had a terrible experience with being drunk."

Mar appears to be wearing his shirt lightly again by this time, but his coat is still hanging on a stool in the Bar. He massages his treated wound irritably, cursing under his breath. He dimly wonders what on Earth he was thinking, putting his own life at risk for another despite the wound. Am I really so concerned with the Andalite that I can't even think straight? .....perhaps it's the tense atmosphere. Or perhaps I'm going senile. Too many years of travel with barely even cursory relations with my underlings.

((Note: Due to the bizarre nature of events here at GESB and his own emotional confusion, Mar's been slightly more OOC than I'd like for a while. I'm going to fix that. X3 ))

[Myitt]

"Well, look who's decided to join the party," Myitt drolls.  She glances sideways at Mar.  "I'm glad you've finally accepted my interpretation of this place.  Only replace 'bar' with 'universe' and 'interdimensional monster' with 'deluded oligarchy' and you've got a fair description of my life." 

Corliss looks Breekan up and down, making a face.  "Jesus, mate, where've you been?"

Myitt follows her brother's gaze.  "One of those...whatsitcall ed...those pod things.  I don't know, Breek's always covered in slime."

[Breekan1]

"I am!" he replies brightly. "It's terrible." The BT places Breekan's order on the bar and then promptly ignores it. B1 rolls his eyes and grabs his meal, settling back down with the others. "My DNA's still registered to one of dad's Refreshing Pods. Whenever I go for too long it'll nab me for a few hours to set me straight. Better than sleep, but damn inconvenient if you're in the middle of something." He frowns and sips the Java Husker. He makes a less than pleased face. "Plus, there's the constant fear that he might just kill me then and there." He shrugs, yawns. "So, interdimensional monster, you said? Anyone gonna die?"

[Hunter]

((thanks chad))

(Mar-Jo Komus)

As the person came over and started to wrap the stump of his arm in cloth, he said "Damn, that hurts. Does anyone have any painkillers? The Force can't do much for a missing arm."

[Chad32]

Temrash picked up his communicator. "Zoshonel. How does it look out there?"

"The battle is almost over. I think the large demon is almost dead, and the hounds are dead as well."

"Good. Human, if you will come outside with me, I can take you to Morgan's ship. They should be able to help you. I am Temrash, by the way."

[Shenmue654]

Mar glances at the Jedi and shakes his head. "I certainly can't do anything. Even if my powers actually worked, they aren't useful for that kind of thing. Although that hasn't stopped me before." Mar cackles darkly and takes another sip of his wine. The taste of the stuff is abominable, but the world seems less empty when you're buzzed.

Mar sits up and eventually sits next to Myitt, smiling. "I haven't seen you in a while, dear. And you shouldn't push yourself so hard. Forgetting your sorrows over a glass of redin is no way to spend your time, really. I'm just in a bad way myself."

[Myitt]

Myitt glances irritably at the Jedi with the cauterized stump of an arm, as if it should be obvious that she wasn't carrying a medkit in back pocket.  She turns to Mar, smiling thinly.  "Well, then, you should know how I feel.  Hey, at least you're alive after fighting...um...wha t exactly was that, out there, anyway?  Some kind of demon?"  She rubs the back of her neck.  "Sorry.  I was kind of hiding.  Is it still there?  I don't like demons."

[Kit Zarris]

He looks carefully at the hound as it fades away, feeling the pul as it distorts space-time. "Huh... Curious."  Looking over the demon again carefully.  "Should be a bigger pull from something as large as him... Might just be able to use this."  Grinning viscously as he brandishes the sword again with his right hand while drawing the gun at his belt with his left.  The jewel in the gun begins to crackle with the same energy he was using before, enough so that his eyes to seem to have a red glow.  Raising the gun up he fires a concentrated beam of red energy at the Demon before rushing forward, sword at the ready.

[Breekan1]

"Oh flapjacks," Breekan mutters as he spies the armless fellow. He taps his wrist and pulls out a vial of a dark purple liquid. He dangles it in the air. "You good at keeping control of your temper? This stuff'll make you a bit... feisty. But it'll take the edge off."

[Shenmue654]

Mar nods, groaning a bit. "It's a rather large, beastly thing. It certainly had none of the finesse Khazrak did, and seems mostly concerned with killing. I...had difficulty determining how to approach it. If the creature threatens the Bar, I'll get involved with it again. You are unharmed by the conflict outside? Failing you would be painful to me."

As Mar speaks, he glances at the strange purple liquid with some interest. The color reminds him of himself in his purest form, although its purpose is unclear other than as a painkiller. Mar figures that Breekan knows what he's doing, and if he doesn't it should make for an amusing show.

[Myitt]

"Hell no, Cor and I have been hanging out in here the whole time," Myitt says with a laugh.  "Do you really think we're in any state to go fight a creature like that?"

"Speak for yourself, mate, I could've gotten a few shots off," Corliss says smarmily.

"Uh huh, but you hid in here like a little pansy," Myitt says with a sweet smile.

"The best kind," Corliss says, clearing his throat.

Myitt looks over at Breekan, then at the injured young man.  "What is he, some kinda monk?"

<Looks like a Jedi.>

<Yeah, and I'm Darth Vader,> Myitt says, snurking silently.

[Breekan1]

"Monk? That's like a tiny sort of human, isn't it? Furrier and... I think with tails?"

[Chad32]

"He doesn't look that much furrier than normal Humans." Temrash said. He then peered behind the Human, but didn't see a tail.

[Breekan1]

Breekan shrugs. "Tara knows more about these things than I do- I'm sure Myitt asked her before saying anything."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

**Ossanlin**

Feels his katana bite into the daemon's flesh but does not anticipate such a quick response from the demon.  He whips his tail to intercept the axe blade but only manages to divert and parry it away from vital sections of his body, it still traces a furrough through his left haunch, coating the sharp axe with the blood the daemon so much desired.

Ossanlin dances away, lifting his left rear hoof and leg off the ground, not placing any weight on it.  Intense pain shoots through his body but he focuses and truly does not allow himself to feel the injury as red soaks through the silver fur on his leg.  He doesn't dare another melee unless the thing gets distracted, and then only if the daemon will not be able to retaliate.  Thoughts of Alic flick wanly through his head, and he holds his katana ready to each side, not much more than a bluff, but hopefully effective.


**Celebrin**

Sees his lavender blade puncture the hound's hide and immediately pushes with the Force to eject his body away from the maelstrom of the hound's death.  The strange suction pulls not only on his body but on his mind.  Yes this sort of energy was different, yet most powerful.  He lands a short distance away from where the clash with the hound had taken place, his footing now soaked in blood inside his boot.  The injury was nasty and would have to be seen to.  He disengages his lightsaber and fastens it to his belt, limping slightly back to the treeline to pick up his robe.  He makes his way to his starfighter back in the woods and pops the canopy, reaching in to grab his medkit.  This wound was a bit beyond bacta...He carefully removes his boot and legging and begins tending the wound, cleaning it.