Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Chad32]

"I'm sure we can find something to give the human a proper burial." Temrash said.

Claxter pressed a button to respond to Terenia. <This is the Mirage. What is the name and purpose of this contact?> He stated as he had been trained to do. Even though he was certain it was just Terenia or someone else from the bar.

[Myitt]

"'ey, no problem," says Corliss with a shrug.  "These wounds are no cake walk, but we've had worse.  We'll survive.  Yeah, go 'ead, what can I answer?"

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Myitt laughs.  "I'm sure there's a shovel on some closet, somewhere," she says.  "I'd be glad to tell you a bit more about what we do, but it might suffice to say that we've been fighting the Empire, and we're quite good at what we do.  I'm only afraid that we're just not going to be good enough, for long enough, to help the Yeerk people achieve some semblance of democracy, and its host species regain their freedom...in our reality, in our timeline or whatever you want to call it."  She sighs.  "In that respect, I'm not sure how you can help, since you may be from an entirely different reality altogether.  Plus, I think shipping something like this back to Earth, where I'm from in 2003, would probably flood the stock market overnight.  Heh heh."

[Chad32]

"Democracy? What do you mean? I don't think there's anything wrong with being an Empire. We just need a new Emporer."

[Terenia]

"Well..." Terenia sounds hesitant, "look, Efaen and I, we aren't friends. But we aren't enemies either, not the way the Andalites would like to make us out to be. She doesn't hate me, and I don't...terribly dislike her. Or at least I wouldn't if she didn't spend so much time berating me. I know she agrees with me, that our current arrangement is beneficial for both of us, but she'd never admit it and...I don't know, I guess I want to know how you and your host got to be so friendly? It would make things a whole lot easier if-"

She cuts off as Claxter accepts the transmission and she hears his request, "Very official, Andalite," she says with a chuckle, her sarcastic demeanor returning as abruptly as it left when it was only her and Corliss, "it's Terenia. I would like to speak with Efaen, if it's all the same to you."

[KitsuneMarie]

She straightened and looked between Myitt and Temrash with interest. "Have there actually been instances of people coming to the bar from one time or reality and then leaving to a different one? Could I actually go with you to your 2003?"

[Chad32]

"It has happened before. However you need to go along with someone from that time. Myitt knows more about it than I do." Temrash said.

<You just finished speaking to her recently. What is your message for her? She is in the room, so she can hear you.>

[Terenia]

"Efaen," Terenia begins. In the Mirage Efaen looks confused by the verbal speech produced by the computer, but listens regardless as Terenia continues.

"Efaen, we need to sort this out. I know you're feeling like because I'm not there everything is going to work out your way, but we both know better than that. You need me. I need you. This won't work any other way. The Andalites won't look down on you for admitting that, and if they do then they aren't worth the dung on your hoof. Come on, please?" Terenia hated to plead, hated it terribly, but she was desperate. Efaen stood in silence, listening to Terenia's speech. Once Terenia finished talking Efaen took a deep breath through her nostrils.

<I need to think this over, Terenia,> Efaen says, <Alone. When I come to an acceptable conclusion on this matter I will alert you,> she glances at Claxter, <Cut the communication, please.>

[Chad32]

Claxter cut off the communications. Terenia's plea seemed genuine, though he wasn't the one who would make the final call. <If there is anything you need, Efaen, I will be here for you.>

[Terenia]

Efaen smiles with her eyes, surprised by how grateful she feels at Claxter's words. <Thank you, I do appreciate it. I think that right now I just do not want to be left alone. I am not accustomed to the silence. In all truthfulness, it scares me.>

[Horsefan1023 (Seal)]

Gelia ruefully smiles at Zoshonel.  "Maybe I should wear longer sleeves."  She said.  "Yes...I have been banished from my homeworld...for something I did not do."  Gelia momentarily wondered why she was telling nearly a complete stranger about what happened.  It was a long time since she had spoken about these things, though, and the words came tumbling out at last.  "I lived in a large city.  Fairly high-tech.  The Leader...was an evil man.  My sister was part of an underground rebellion against him.  And his supporters.  Eventually, she went outright and killed the man.  They accused me, banished me, sent me away.  I could have said it was my sister.  But I didn't.  I...I don't want her to live this life..."  Gelia looked at the ground.  The fresh thoughts of her sister, her mother, dad, brother, best friend Ellshia brought a wave of sadness over her.  "But...what's done is done.  I...I have to leave the past behind me.  And get on with life."

[Chad32]

"I hope that your sister appreciates the burden that you bear. Are you able to see them at all? They could not hide you with them? I am glad that you care enough to do such a thing, but what if someone does find out the truth?"

[Shenmue654]

Keshin sighs a bit bitterly as he listens to the conversation on the Boeing ship. The ship itself does interest him, but he's far more concerned with Elayne's tales of the future for a moment. He knew that she was just some random girl, one that wouldn't know about what might have happened to himself and Joanne. But the thought still stings that no one in that time even knows that they exist.

<Maybe there's more we can get outta this.>, commented Joanne in Keshin's head.

Joanne raises her hand. "Ey', Elayne. Can you tell me how good medicine is there? Can they cure anything new or fix genetic disorders? That sort of thing?"
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Mar glances in the direction of Elayne's ship outside, scanning for his beloved. Mar nods, satisfied. Good. She's safe up there. Now time to find both this "friend" of mine and my body. But where is he, exactly? Mar searches the Bar's "parking lot" for Ossanlin's ship and eventually heads in that direction, wondering dimly what in the world is distracting him. That Terenia girl is becoming more and more annoying by the second.


((By the way, what does Oss' ship look like? X3 ))

[Darth Revan]

I may bring Thordon out of his meditation now. This is his description:
[spoiler=Thordon's description]
He stands to a full 6 feet. He looks to be a tanned Caucasian, moderate build, but his muscles are well defined and toned. He looks like an ordinary human, except for the fact that he has two sets of arms; one set is in the normal spot connected to humanoid shoulders. The second set is placed lower, also connected to shoulders, but these are in the middle of the torso, over where one’s kidneys would be. He wears a simple black short-sleeved tee shirt and black jeans. He has light dirty blonde hair that is about 3 inches long. His eyes are a vibrant, bright blue; and, if you look carefully, his irises almost seem to have arcs of electricity travel around their circumference.
[/spoiler]
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Thordon opens his eyes and notices that they had stopped moving. He peers around and doesn't see anyone. He walks to the door of The Vagabond and opens it. He sees the Space Bar and walks towards it. As he's walking, he realizes that his second pair of arms are still hidden from when he was on Earth. He stops, closes his eyes, and his lower arms begins to reform. Once they are back, he tests them out by tarsing. He makes a few gestures with his lower hands, and he begins to float into the air. Satisfied with his arms, he lowers himself to just above the ground, and floats into the bar. He notices that many of the patrons were no longer in the bar. He floats to the counter and lands on a seat.

"Bartender, one of whatever I was drinking last I was here." The BT gives him an odd look. He places the mug he was drying on the bar, pours Thordon a drink, and picks up another mug and begins to dry it.

[Myitt]

Corliss starts to answer Terenia when the transmission from Ossanlin's ship comes back through.  He waits until Terenia's finished talking with Efaen.

Quietly, he says, "Mike and I weren't always so friendly, you know.  I reckon it helped that we began to simply ignore each other, out of spite, rather than continue bickering.  But Mike...here, I'll let him tell you."  He closes his eyes for a moment, then reopens them, shifting to a more relaxed stance.  

"Christ Almigh'y," says Mike, "I still 'aven't gotten any bloody meds for this."

<Sorry,> says Corliss hurriedly.  <We'll get some soon, in storage, I promise.>

"Well.  Yeah, like 'e was going to say, right.  Didn't like the bastard at first, but 'e let me see what was going on inside that strange little 'ead of 'is.  Not like the whole sob story afternoon telly sort of crap, but what 'e really felt about what he was doing.  How he didn't want to serve the Empire, but didn't know a way out of it without both of us dying.  That came as a shock, I can tell you that, but then here's the real killer.  'E goes an' does it.  Takes my, what, barely a year of military training and his suicidal idea to unite with a bunch of other loonies, and that was the end of it.  As soon as Corliss made that move to leave his post, and any semblance of my normal life, we were both exiled.  Marked for death.  What's it?  Gashad.  If it weren't for Reven and the others, what few of us there were then, then I reckon we really would be dead by now."  He sighs.  "What I'm trying to say is, 'e found a way to prove 'imself to me, yeah?  That, and I'm not a bloody Andalite, raised from childhood to hate everyone who's not like me.  Good luck with'at one, mate."

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Myitt glances irritably at Temrash.  "No, we need to cease Imperial expansion, and overthrow the Council.  Do you really think we can have a normal society if we do nothing but expand, and expand, and never stop?  Eradicating whole societies as we go along, for our benefit?  No.  Someday, and someday soon I hope, the Empire's either going to be gutted--stripped bare--or it's going to simply stop being an Empire.  Not under the banner of slavery."

In a huff, she turns to Elayne, not looking up.  "Yes, we can technically bring you to our 2003, but it's dangerous."  She looks up at Elayne.  "No one's been in another timestream or dimension for very long, I don't even pretend to know what would happen if space-time attempted to correct an aberration like that, or how long it would take before that happened.  Besides, if you really are from our time, your very presence, every action, could change your future.  It could open up a multitude of new futures, and I don't know how good this dimensional bubble of a place is at spitting everyone out back into their own universe.  Something could change that could prevent your future from ever occurring, or being erased from the fabric of time.  The calculations really hurt to think about, and I like mathematics, so let's just say that we shouldn't risk it.  Besides, something tells me this whole dimensional linchpin, this Space Bar, is a little bit sadistic and wouldn't mind making trouble for us.  But I can tell you what my 2003 on Earth is like.  There are holos and scads of data in my Bug fighter, as well, if you want those."

[Chad32]

"I do like the idea of someone being in charge of everything better than having some majority of common people decide what goes on when most of them don't even know what it's like to run things. The way I figure it if we can get the right person up top then it won't matter if it's an Empire. Or maybe a Monarchy. I'm just not too hot and heavy on stuff like Democracy. Trying to get everyone to pay attention enough to make educated decisions, and trying to keep tons of people happy so they will vote for you again. All on top of doing your job. But hey, there's still time between now and then."