Ossanlin looks briefly to Parker and smiles with his eyes. <You are most-certainly welcome, my friend.>
Ossanlin trots over to the two new Andalites, keeping his main eyes on Claxter but sparing a stalk eye for Terenia, the other stalk-eye watching Alic. <To answer both of your questions, this place really isn't a place. It's not on star-charts, in fact, it's not completely in our reality. Not that we're dead, merely that this seems to be a place where several universes overlap rather closely...in fact, they all seem to occupy the same space.> Ossanlin points to the BT... <He might know what's true, but he won't talk...in fact he never talks.> Ossanlin points in the general direction of Morgan, Asda, and Parker. <They're from two distinctly separate Universes. In both, humans are capable of spaceflight on their own. Parker, the one in the armor, is a soldier from a Universe where humans are engaged in a war with some alien confederacy known as the Covenant, and Morgan and Asda are intergalactic pirates from yet another Universe.>
Ossanlin smiles a bit. <Indeed your nav. computers would appear broken, or malfunctioning...th is place doesn't really exist...not normally anyway. It's in the middle of a rather significant space-time distortion...if you take a look at the stars... Mithlit appears next to the Blade Star...what's more is that your nav computer, if it functions at all, will display the two stars merely 200 lightyears apart. The only logical explanation is that time and space are warped around this place...a bending of reality as it were.> Ossanlin raises an eyebrow, not mentioning that the twisting around this place was more than easy for him to perceive as a Silver Blade...no need to bring that up.
Ossanlin looks significantly at both Andalites with his main eyes. <Ah...fuel...and needed so far away from home. Not many Andalites head this way...not many at all...yet so many people come. It's a very interesting place, never dull or boring. I can't believe that either of you were ordered this way...there must be other reasons for both of you being here other than fuel.>
Ossanlin looks again at Claxter with his main eyes. <I suppose you more or less admitted that you deserted didn't you? You have the look of a Warrior. Problems with the war, or problems taking orders?> Ossanlin smirks a bit and looks at Terenia with his main eyes. <That does not explain you however...I must admit that I am curious as to why you've come this way.> He turns his main eyes back to Claxter again. <And why you've run away...> Ossanlin gestures to Alic. <She and I have been the only Andalites here for quite some time...suddenly two more pop out of thin air.> Ossanlin raises his eyebrows significantly as if the two new-comers arriving simultaneously must mean something. He avoids using his name as well as Aliciania's. His was known to most who went through the academy, and Alic's too if for a different reason. Being the daughter of Alloran generally meant others were cruel and hurtful...he wouldn't do that to her. She could give her own name if she wanted. They'd probably laugh if Ossanlin said he was himself...a strange backwater bar wasn't exactly the place to find an Electorate poster-child or the commander of a flagship. They'd either laugh or bolt depending on the circumstances. Something Ossanlin wanted to avoid.