Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[SubVisser46OTAM]

Sub sighs, drawing her shredder, and follows her, trying to close the door as well as she can behind her before turning to Myitt and saying quietly,"You sure you're sober enough for this?"

[Myitt]

"Nope," she whispers, stepping through the dead grass behind the bar and pressing her back against the wooden, splintery side of the building.  She peers around the side, then makes her way along the left side of the bar, toward the front.  She ducks a window and stops again, standing with her back against the corner between the left side and the front face of the bar.  Slowly, Dracon ready, she squints around the corner at the parked ships.  The Blade Ship looms over all of them, and her fighter is behind it.

[SubVisser46OTAM]

Sub peeks around her and lets a breath hiss out through her teeth as she sees the Visser step out. Then lightly curses as his bodyguards go with him,"Damnit, shoulda tried to get a shot in." a low growl to her voice.

[Pez001]

Torran sighs and shakes his head as he watches Myitt leave. "Damn paranoid."

He carried his drink over to the window, peering through the dirt and grime to watch the new ship land.

"Hey," he calls. "Does anyone know what they got so worked up about?"

[Myitt]

"Are you crazy?  Not like this," Myitt breathes, waiting for the Visser to step by.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

*sees Myitt and Sub leaving at Breek's warning and remains at the bar, covering their exit if necessary.  He activates his micro-array and curses to himself as he sees the signal readout, fairly sure it's genuine this time.  He holds up a small transponder and presses a couple of buttons.*  <Well, let's hope they're not blocking z-space signals...>  *the transponder fuzzed in and out and then a clear thought-speech echoed in Ossanlin's head, the transponder set for private.*  <<Yes, sir.  What do you need?>>
<<We have a visitor at the bar...I'm not sure who, but I'm fairly certain it's a blade ship.>>
*Ossanlin almost heard the audible intake through the andalite's breathing slits*   <<Sir, you must return to the ship, you're in danger!>>
<<Hm...I would except the Evanescence isn't really reachable right now...Perhaps I will take my leave of the main portion of the bar though.  Do please discontinue your patrol and bring the Tyrennian in closer...I may require a distraction.  However do NOT engage without my permission.  We'll let them make the first move.>>
<<Heard and understood sir...be careful...the Tyrennian wouldn't be the same without you.>>
<<Hah, I appreciate the sentiment Marics, I'll try to keep my head low.  War-Prince Ossanlin out.>>
*with that, Ossanlin places the transponder in his belt-pouch and trots calmly to the same door that Myitt and Sub exited through, flipping a cred back over his shoulder to land on the bar.*

[Breekan1]

((Did we ever get Conner to a hospital? If not...))

Breekan looks to Conner, forgotten by his ride home in the wake of a bar brawl, and too injured to successfully sneak out. "We need to stash Buzz Lightyear somewhere before anyone who might be on his bad side gets in here." He hoists the injured man up gently. "Hey! Aussi, T-Rex. Quit your grab-ass and help me hide this guy."

[Myitt]

((Haha, nice Breek XD Poor Conner.))

Myitt sneaks from the edge of the building to the closest ship, a rusted husk of what might've once been a Skrit Na scout ship.  She crouches next to its half-buried hull, glancing back at Sub.  A look that says, "stay there for now." 

<We're gonna die, we're gonna die..>

<Shh,> Myitt whispers silently.

[SubVisser46OTAM]

Sub gives a nod and says low, covering Myitt from the corner.

((Gotta study for uber amount of exams and presentations and papers all due this thursday, so probably my last post for a few hours or so. Just a heads up. :-) ))

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal opens and closes her mouth a few times, watching everyone leave, then jumps from her seat to take Connor from Breek. "Let's get him in the kitchen. I think there's a broken freezer back there we can stash him in." She quickly walks behind the bar carrying Connor, and kicks open the swinging doors to the kitchen, ignoring the BT's silent protest. She glances around, looking for the freezer. "F*CK. There isn't one back here anymore...." She continues to scan the room, biting her lip in silent thought.

The BT approaches, and pulls a small silver ring up out of the floor, raising a small door built into the floor. Shal stares at him, and begins to shake her head fervently. "Uh-uh. No. You'll lock me down there. F*CK that." The BT rolls his eyes, and writes "old root cellar" on his notepad.


Shal hesitates, then moves swiftly down the stairs, and lays Connor down on the ground. She begins to inspect his wounds, noticing his stomach is bleeding again. She moans, and runs back up the stairs and into the bar, searching frantically for the putty gun and medical bag. She glances at the brawl going on, and asks no one in particular "Where the hell is the medical bag?"

[Shenmue654]

*Keshin whirls around from his attention on the bar fight only to discover that Myitt's long gone. <Damn, Kess. How the bloody 'ell does that girl disappear so fast? > *Keshin sighs with a bit of a grin and sips his drink, and then suddenly notices the bizarrely tense atmosphere in the bar, standing up, his hand on his gun. That's really weird. Why is everyone acting like the Apocalypse is coming? Granted, it very well could be coming in this bar. A device on Keshin's arm suddenly beeps, stating, "Possible high-end client in radius. Avoid approaching until situation is assessed."

"Well I'll be," states Keshin with an odd grin. "Then again I am one of the best. Better stay out of the way of whoever this is, though."

*Keshin then tries to make himself inconspicuous in the bar, waiting for whatever comes...*

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal stares at Keshin while he talks to himself, then drops to the ground, and begins crawling around under the tables and booths, looking for the bag. She begins to mutter quietly to herself. "Thanks for the help, a**holes....c'mon...c'mon...where the h*ll is that f*cking bag...."

[Shenmue654]

Keshin glances awkwardly in the general direction of the scuffling, but figures that whatever's going on isn't really his problem. He then realizes why the guy was staring at him and smacks his forehead. ( Funny thing is, Keshin's host is a girl. But I write Keshin as a "he." ) Oh, great. I forgot there were a ton of people still in here to hear me. Oh well.

[Myitt]

((XD Hey, Myitt might make a grab for the medicine bag, if she wasn't outside the bar x3))

Myitt carefully climbs along the side of the rusted Skrit Na wreck and jumps down onto the other side.  She winces as she hits the gravel, moving cautiously to the next rusted hulk, less of a hiding place because of its spindly landing gears.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal glances up at Keshin, and continues to crawl around on the floor. "There's a medical bag here somewhere, I need to find it NOW."