((No prob. man, and Jess's right, it's really hard to RP like this when the action's not instant. RPing in a chat is much easier, but unfortunately everyone has to be on for that to happen, and all at the same time. As for Russell, I haven't seen him post in a while, we may have lost him.
But I've been thinking about introducing an old friend of mine and that might spice up the action a bit. I guess others have taken on two chars, I could do the same thing...))
<>Seran: *Seran's small transport ship fired its landing thrusters as it touched lightly on the dock, and he ran a quick surface scan of the ships at the dock.*
"Hrm...a fellow Visser, how quaint. And the most pompous of us all no doubt. How long will it take him to learn that an andalite host isn't everything? It's like a bumbling, over-confident grub being given a blade-ship to play with..."
*Seran's green-scaled face twisted in contempt, his involuntary Hork-Bajir host lying dormant. He finished the scan of active ships, turning out some interesting results. A strange sort of life-form ship that seemed somehow familiar...an old tail-fighter, probably decomissioned, and what looked to be some sort of bounty-hunter's ship. Somehow the lucky b*stard had obtained andalite technology. He probably had to slit a few throats and pay a few beings off for that. Seran allowed the transport's main door to slide open, feeling somewhat impressive with his male hork-bajir host.*
"Well, this should be fun." *Seran's face twisted into a strange sort of grin, a scary look on a hork-bajir face. He made his way to the bar and through the strange crowd within, ignoring every other being and stepping in front of the BT.* "Redin if you would." *Seran smiled again as he allowed himself to make confident eye-contact with the whole bar.*
<>Ossanlin:
*monitored a new ship coming in, it was heavy with Yeerk technology, but was nothing like he'd seen before. His ship registered the sensor sweep from the newcomer and Ossanlin held his breath for a second. Then the new ship touched down and cycled off, the main hangar opening. Ossanlin watched as the male hork-bajir controller descended to the dock, and his breath caught for a moment. There was no mistaking that host...the regalia of a Visser, the mean scar down the left arm, and the braid of leather round the right bicep. It was Visser 8, formerly Seran-846 of the Sereck-Nai pool...the only Yeerk that had ever controlled Ossanlin himself.*
*Ossanlin barely controlled a burst of anger. It had been he that had given Seran's host that scar down the left arm, but somehow the wretch always managed to escape.*
<<Well old friend...this could get interesting.>> *The look that crossed Ossanlin's eyes was not pleasant as his form began to melt and reshape. Ossanlin morphed the same hork-bajir as before and prepared to stumble back into the bar as Seran disappeared into the building's darkness.*
