Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Myitt]

"Yeah, uh, Visser Three or not, the dude's got a tail that could knock your torso into next week," Myitt says, blowing bubbles into the melting ice at the bottom of the Shirley Temple glass.  She gives the "Andalite bandit" a little wriggly finger wave.

[esplin]

<No Andalite could steal a blade ship.>  I let my tail do figure eights in the air.  The blade whistling as I whipped it.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal sits up, still laughing. She eyes V3 up. "Oh...my....I believe this guy just might knock you into Z-Space, my dear brother." She cracks up again, and leans against Sub.

[SubVisser46OTAM]

Sub pretends to gnaw on Shal's head, laughing.

[esplin]

I tried to calm my two hearts from the outrage of being compared to an Andalite. 

<I should kill you for this insult!>

(Im feeling prett OOC cause V3 would have tried to kill you by now..., wanna fight?)

[Gumby]

Conner gun was pointed at esplins head in a flash.

"Are you really esplin 9466? Visser 3?"

[Breekan1]

"Conner, that's just rude!" Breekan exclaims. He holds up his bottle. "Look, Mr. Three, I'm very sorry for the insult. Morph into something carnivorous and have some Taxxon Whiskey, on me. It's a delight if your body thrives on proteins."

((not really looking for a fight, so much as a farce. I'm pretty sure Breek would get his ass handed to him a few times over.))

[esplin]

<Who else would I be!?>

My guards surrounded me in a flash.

<I could show you the recorded images of me eating Elfangor if you wish...>

[Breekan1]

"What means 'the fangor'?"

[Gumby]

"I am Conner Herons, flight captain in the human navy. Good bye, scum." Conner fired his beam at maximuin power, point blnc from the visser.

((Sorry russel))

[Breekan1]

Cats are remarkably speedy. Not just in that they have fast reflexes, but sharp senses, too. They can detect storms, maybe even see ghosts. They're remarkable creatures. Remarkable, swift creatures.

Now, Breekan1 is not a cat. But he looks like a cat, and Crayak is not known for building his troops with disabilities. Which is why he sought to shield the Visser from the blast. Or rather, it's why he was able to get his hand in the way. His motivation is a different story altogether. It might be he'd hate to lose a potential drinking buddy.

Regardless, as the smoke cleared a thin, red haze made itself evident in the air of the Galaxy's Edge Space Bar. Catshife blood mixed with an exploded shot of Taxxon GutWhiskey as Breekan found himself both one drink- and one hand- short.

[Gumby]

Conner cursed, clubbd breekan with his pistol but and fired again at the iiser with enough power to mely through ten feet of titanium.

((You cant go faster than light))

[Breekan1]

((the thinking was less "faster than light" and more "quick enough to spot that the trigger was about to be pulled and react""))

Breekan falls to the ground, blood streaming from his nose and pouring rapidly from the stump of his arm. He fiddles on his suit, trying to remember where the first aid kit was. His fingers keep slipping over from the blood, while things get rapidly darker and darker.

[Gumby]

Conner muttered as he fired at the visser.

"Sorry Breekan, o\no one gets in between me and my enemy."

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shalner lunges at Connor, tearing her knife out of it's holster as she does. She glances at B1, and stops herself before she gets to Connor. She snarls, then kneels next to B1. "You idiot." She glances around, looking for the med bag she had earlier. "Damn it....med bag's in the cellar."

She looks at Sub, "I'm going to go find the med bag in the cellar. If I'm not back in 2 minutes, come get me. It's under the kitchen. If you can't find the door, I'm sure this idiot here can melt through the floor to find me." She gestures towards Connor.


Shal darts off into the kitchen to find the bag.