Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Shenmue654]

*Keshin nods. "I'll see if I can help you find it, I guess."

Keshin wanders around the room, peering under tables and chairs, looking for the bag. "What's it look like and where did you last see it, anyway?"

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal stops looking, and sits on the floor in the middle of the bar, facing the door, looking rather forlorn. "It's black. It's about the size of a small backpack. It was near this table, but now I don't know where it is." she gestures towards a table to her left, the one that Connor had previously been on.

[Shenmue654]

*Keshin glances around on and under the table for any object resembling the one this person described, but his luck isn't fantastic so far. <Kess, why does this guy want medicine anyway? He looks healthy.> <I don't know. But it's not our business to be barging into his personal affairs. >

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal leaps up and dashes across the bar, skidding under a table, and pulling out a bag. "Found it!" She scrambles to her feet, and runs back into the kitchen, darting down the stairs back to Connor. She pulls a wad of guaze out of the bag, and begins to mop up the leakage. She then douses the wound in antiseptic, and takes out the putty gun, sealing the wound again. She squeals as she hears a 'thud' above her, and the light is cut off.

Unknowingly, the BT has shut her in there. He returns to the bar, and begins to dry a glass.


Shal climbs as high up the stairs as she can, and begins pounding on the door. "LET ME OUT! OPEN THE F*CKING DOOR! GET ME THE F*CK OUT OF HERE!" she begins to scream...unfortunat ely, the door muffles most of the sound.

[Shenmue654]

Keshin blinks, and then grins. Shal, like a lot of people in this bar, probably doesn't want to meet whoever's coming to the bar.

Keshin watches him idly, stepping away from the counter and waiting...

[Hunter]

(hey, guys, do u reckon u could slow the RP down as bit? so other people can post? like, Russell, Zombs and such? cos it's been like, 5 pages since the last punch was thrown in hunter and wrex's fight)

[Myitt]

((Sure...sorry Hunter, it's just hard to wait for people who have these...lives...I've heard so much about... We're waiting for Russell and Zombs and Conner really, just killing time by posting.))

[Hunter]

(well, it's all good and well that ur posting, but all i'm really waiting on is for Zombz's reaction to being elbowed in the back of the head... lulz)

[Kit Cloudkicker]

(It's hard RPing this way, but that's always been part of the GESB, there's always several storylines going on at once, and it gets hard when one or two people hold things up...we just suck it up and keep on truckin' though...otherwise people tend to lose interest too quickly.)

[Shenmue654]

(Yeah, it's really annoying. It often causes the death of many very good message board Roleplays. X3 So sure, we can wait for that punch. ^^ Or at least I can. )

[Six]

“Oof!” Wrex got the full brunt of the elbow to the back of the head and sprawled forwards onto the ground, he rolled to oneside and stood, turning to deliver another blow to Hunter “I’ll teach yer ta...." He stopped in mid-sentence, looking at the newly landed ship with lots of blades on it. “Wuzzat thing?” He took a step back towards the bar, undecided as wether to go grab his guns or to continue beating up Hunter.

[Myitt]

((Yaaayy!))

[Hunter]

As Hunt went to throw another punch at Wrex, he too noticed the Blade Ship that had landed.

"Who's ship is that?" He said as he wiped the blood off of his fur coming out of the cut above his cheek.

[Breekan1]

Breekan keeps his wrist-mounted blaster ready, fiddles through his pockets for some sort of credentials. He pulls out a silver skullcap with a vicious red circle emblazoned on the forehead. He presses a button and the black scratches erase from his upper arms and chest, revealing the same symbol. He takes a deep breath, and strains to regain his composure. He looks around. "Hey, what the **** happened to Shal and Conner?" he asks.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

*exits the main portion of the bar, his stalk eyes watching for anyone coming through the door.  If this was a loyal Blade Ship, there would certainly be an incident if an andalite was seen.  Ossanlin briefly thought about morphing, but didn't know how long the new "visitor" would be staying and dreaded the idea of becoming a nothlit.*  <Imagine that, months of empty patrols and I come in for a little R&R and a blade ship drops right on my stalks.>  *Ossanlin was merely speaking to himself.  He trotted toward the back exit and saw the old door with the melted knob.*  <There's the old Myitt.>  *He smiled with his eyes and trotted out the back door, turning the corner to see Sub crouching behind the corner at the front of the bar.*  <<Where's Myitt?  She's not going to try and get to her ship with a Blade hovering on the dock is she?>>  *Ossanlin kept the thought-speak private to Sub so as not to alert anyone to their presence and to warn Sub that he was approaching her*