Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[KitsuneMarie]

((Thanks to Myitt & description of Elayne: [spoiler]Thanks for the welcome, Myitt! I really appreciate the description, actually. I did my best to catch up on the last six or seven pages of GESB, but people don't exactly feel the need to list their characters' most basic features every post. So to give y'all a picture of Elayne, she's a 24-year-old 5'6"-tall human of average build with dark hair, blue eyes, and a medium complexion. She has a neutral American accent and is currently wearing black, somewhat baggy pants, black scuffed boots, a blue collared shirt that is smudged with engine grease, and a belt that is arrayed with various tools and a Dracon.[/spoiler]))

Elayne turned her eyes on the woman who had addressed her. Her hands tightened around the glass reflexively and threatened to start shaking again, but she forced herself to relax and set her mug down on the bar. Clearly, I haven't had enough to drink yet, she thought as her calloused hand took Myitt's and shook it as firmly as she could manage. "I'm Elayne," she responded with a tight-lipped grimace that might pass for a smile. "So, what is this place? We're in the middle of nowhere."

[Myitt]

"Pleased to meetcha, Elayne," says Myitt, returning the handshake firmly and sitting back in the bar seat.  She giggles a little.  "You're damn right we're in the middle of nowhere.  You speak English, though, that's not too common around here.  This place has a lot of names, but I just call it a Space Bar.  Or maybe the Space Bar, I haven't found many others.  Lemme guess: You were lost, or thirsty, or in a bad situation, and this little planetoid moon appeared out of nowhere.  And you found this bar.  Am I way off?"  She looks Elayne up and down, noting the engine grease and the Dracon.  Her own weapon was currently inside her jacket.  "You're either a mechanic, or you like the grunge look.  That's my trade, technically.  Engineering, not, you know, grunge rock."  She clears her throat, unsure if she's even making sense to this strange new girl.

((No prob!  And feel free to correct me if it's not actually English they're speaking   I can change it.))

[KitsuneMarie]

Elayne settled on her stool, her hands gravitating back to her mug, wrapping around it as if she were afraid it would run away. She wasn't surprised that Myitt had guessed the bare bones of her story -- Why would anyone be way out here intentionally? she wondered as she resumed drinking -- but she was curious as to how often bedraggled newcomers like herself stumbled in. As Myitt began to ramble about grunge and engineering, though, she couldn't help but give a sharp exhalation of laughter. "I understand," she assured her, her smile appearing more naturally than it had before. "Yeah, I'm a mechanic. And you're right: I'm in a bit of a jam, but I'll worry about that later. I'm just glad to be out of the sky for the moment."

((That's fine, English is good ))

[Gaz]

(Here are the descriptions of the 2 characters I've got in the bar right now. They're kinda chillin at a table right now:
[spoiler]Morgan: Odysseus Morgan is a "minotaur". He is tall and dark colored with streaks of silver in his "beard". Wears black pants that go down to the knees, white shirt, dark vest. *Age: around 37.
Gaz: A human female. She wears boots, a black shirt, a blue jacket, an old fashioned tricorn hat on her head, and a very modern gun at her hip. Light hair with a couple of purple streaks, pulled back in a ponytail. *Age: 24[/spoiler])

[Myitt]

Myitt nods.  "That's how most of us feel when we end up here, I think," she says.  "This place seems to attract people's problems."  She glances briefly down the bar at Mike and the little tupperware container, then looks back at Elayne.  "Hmm.  You're armed, though.  You see a lot of battle as a mechanic, where you're from?"

[KitsuneMarie]

"Sounds like this is an unlucky bar, then," she murmured with a smirk, setting down her now-empty mug. Her hands rested on the bar; now that she had consumed all of its precious contents, she could care less if her drink did walk away. She was feeling bolstered and calm, much more like her usual self. "I just like to be careful is all. Never know when you might need to protect yourself," she shrugged to her. "And I grew up on Earth -- in Colorado, to be specific. You?" She wondered if Myitt was even human; the name sounded foreign to her species. But who knew? Recently, as ironic as it may have seemed, change was nothing new to Earth.

((Thanks, Gaz!!))

[Myitt]

Myitt considers, looking thoughtful.  "Well, I suppose it can be unlucky, but that's all relative, of course.  To someone seeking refuge here, meeting a bounty hunter might not be very fortuitous.  But to the bounty hunter, it might be payday.  And honestly, sometimes this place feels like a goddamn lifesaver."  She grins a bit.  "You're wise to carry a weapon here, at least.  I grew up...well.  My human friend Tara you see here grew up in southern New Hampshire.  She's a big Red Sox fan.  I, on the other hand, grew up in a pool called Taion Yerralash on a planet quite far from Earth.  In fact, my people created precisely the same weapon it appears you've armed yourself with."

[KitsuneMarie]

She smiled, nodding her head in agreement; this space bar felt exactly like a goddamn lifesaver at the moment. It had provided an excellent, stiff drink to calm her nerves, and -- who knew? -- maybe she could even find a pilot here. For an interstellar hole-in-the-wall, this place seemed to be hopping. When Myitt continued talking, her smirk widened. "I thought your name sounded strange," she said and then patted her holster fondly. "Yeah, I like my trusty Dracon. True, there are all sorts of human models in production these days, but this old thing feels solid, you know?" She watched her a moment, as always looking for some kind of sign that she was speaking to a Yeerk, but Myitt looked every bit as human as her father had before and after he had been become a Controller. "So how long have you, uh, known Tara?" she asked, not entirely sure how to phrase "infested" politely.

[Myitt]

Myitt ponders for a moment.  "It's been, what, nine years?" she wonders aloud.  "Yes.  But seven of those haven't exactly been your conventional Imperial Earth excursion.  It's complicated."  She glances at Elayne's drink.  "Bartender, I'll have a redin, and double whatever she's having."

The bartender wordlessly hands them their drinks.  "On my tab," says Myitt, and she fixes her gaze genially back at Elayne.  "You looked like you needed another round.  Heh.  So how, might I ask, did you come across a standard-issue Yeerk Dracon beam, Elayne of Colorado?"

[KitsuneMarie]

Elayne watched Myitt with interest, imagining the conversation she might be having with her host as they attempted to sort out how long they had been sharing a body. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a heavy mug being pushed to her across the bar's surface. "Thanks," she smiled to Myitt and sipped, taking it slower this time. "It was my dad's gun," she told her, no longer clutching her drink more tightly than was necessary. She hooked her boots on the lowest rung of the barstool and glanced around the room curiously, her eyes lingering over the impressive hat belonging to a woman who looked to be about her own age, before her eyes returned to Myitt's face.

[Gaz]

"Meant to ask you, Gaz," Morgan said. "What was it like on an Earth not controlled by Central Government?"

"Seemed the same actually," Gaz replied. "Aside from being in the past, obviously. Little too quiet for my liking. I mean...it was nice knowing I could walk around without worrying about CG lawmen comin after me."

[Myitt]

"Ah.  Was your father a Controller, then?" Myitt asks, curious.  "Or did he actually want to use the thing?"  Something strikes her as odd.  If Elayne was human, how did her presumably human father come across a Dracon beam weapon?  She keeps this to herself for now, sipping the small glass of orange-red liquid.

[KitsuneMarie]

She nodded and set her mug down. "He was, yeah. Involuntary at first, but they got along in time. Once I found out, I would always talk with him while his Yeerk fed, and he assured me it was working out for the best. Dad never could concentrate on his work before, so...." she shrugged then grinned. "I guess he didn't mind the promotions." She resumed nursing her drink, holding it with two hands because of the sheer weight. "Not sure I can finish this thing," she mumbled, staring down at it in surprise. She had always had an impressive tolerance, but it occurred to her that she may have downed the first drink too quickly, and she hadn't eaten in over eight hours. "Do I smell popcorn?" she sniffed the air.

[Breekan1]

((Breekan's a golden-furred sort of mountain lion/gargoyle/human/echidna mix in a black uniform covered with scratched-out red eyes; Puk is a Gedd with an aviator helmet and a fully equipped (if clumsy-looking) tool-belt around his waist)).

Rendered increasingly disturbed and uncertain by the discussion of Terenia's fate, Puk is more than happy to distract himself momentarily with a stranger's arrival. He waves at Elayne as he spies her belt, and ambles over to where she and Myitt are chatting. "Prrreased to meet rrrra fellow tinkerrrerrr. We'rrrrre Puk rrrand Gorrrrt."

[Terenia]

((Welcome Marie! Here's my two current characters in the bar:

[spoiler]Terenia is a Yeerk (by appearances), currently chilling in a tupperware container with Corliss. Not much to talk about description-wise there.

Efaen is not currently inside the bar, but she will likely re-enter shortly. She is a female young-adult Andalite with fur more on the violet side. She is currently wearing a holster with space for two weapons, but the weapons are in other bar patrons possession. [/spoiler] ))

Terenia listens in silence to the new Yeerk, who calls himself Temrash. She remains silent as he leaves the pool, freeing up further space. To say that she is disappointed with the way events are proceeding is an understatement, and the depression is evident in her thought-speak.

<Temrash, I appreciate the offer,> she says openly, not caring if the other patrons listen in, <however I don't think it'll work. The Yeerk in control of Tammy has been one of the leading tacticians in the invasion on Earth since before Visser Three was stationed there. He's one of the reigning experts, he's invaluable to the Earth invasion and useless elsewhere. I don't see how you could be successful, even if you had connections in the council itself.>

She stretches her small slug-like body for a moment, the cool temperature of the makeshift pool starting to sink in unpleasantly. Privately, she adds to Corliss, <<I know you don't think you can trust me, but what have I got to lose? Furthermore, why would I want to help an invasion of Earth? Perhaps it would make my time spent around Visser Three more worthwhile if I knew I was doing something to help delay him.>>

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In Ossanlin's ship, Efaen stirs slightly, but remains unconscious for the time being.