Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal walks out of the bar and watches quietly for a moment. She laughs. "Sure, why the hell not? I suppose being exploded in space is better than letting that little beast get me." She opens the door and looks at Breekan, "I'll give you a ring if I need you." She follows Connor.

[Gumby]

Conner and Shal got aboard. The pilot pulled it up, and flew to the cruiser. He docked, and powered down.

"Come on Shal, follow me." Conner said. He ran to a fighter, and buckled in. He powered up, and prepared to kick Ass.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal sighs and follows. "Why am I following you? Weren't you the one who crash-landed a fighter outside the GESB? Didn't I have to piece you back together earlier." She throws her arms up, then flops into a chair, strapping herself in. "I make poor decisions."

[Gumby]

"That was just bad luck." Conner opened up with his chain gun and destroyed a bug fighter. Beam cannons on the AAC sliced into the bladeship, crippling it. Another coilgun round smashed it. It exploded into flame. The poolship however, had shields back online.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((Just a few quick clarifications Connor...my Visser didn't come in a Blade Ship, he came in an unmarked Yeerk vessel.  Secondly no one knows who he is yet except me...Ossanlin...unl ess Myitt remembers him.  Thirdly it's not even clear that he's a controller, though it's a reasonable assumption due to the number of controller hork-bajir in the bar.))

Seran:

*hears the blasts echoing out from above the bar and chuckles, glancing lazily around the bar.  He sees Myitt and recognizes her host, grinning to himself as his objective is in sight.*  "My my, it seems to be getting pretty active out there...sounds like it's getting interesting." 

*he allows his hork-bajir face to twist into a slight grin as he sidles closer to Myitt.*  "I'm surprised you're not up there helping those silly humans...Myitt.  Isn't that what you're all about, hmm?  I must say your little soirees have been a bit more effective than you probably believe yourself.  Your little rebel raid on Tela'Cor destroyed some very precious things, irreplacable things.  I'm afraid you've pulled a bit more of the Council's attention than you would like."  *the wicked grin remains on Seran's host's face as he digs an elbow blade into the bar and leans back on it, appearing relaxed*  "They'd like to have a word with you, point of fact."  *Seran turns his gaze back on Myitt, still grinning darkly*


Ossanlin:

*watches as Seran moves closer to Myitt...his hork-bajir face almost snarling as he sits at the bar just a few feet away from the controller.  He looks down at himself and curses under his breath as he realizes his sabers are still strapped at his waist along with his modified shredder.  Seran knew those things as well as Ossanlin himself did and would certainly recognize them if he looked over.  Ossanlin slid down the bar a little hesitantly and mixed with another hork-bajir controller to try and hide the items strapped on his body.  But he still stayed close enough to listen to the conversation between Seran and Myitt.*  '...helping those silly humans....destroyed some very precious htings....Council's attention...like to have a word with you...'  *to himself*  <<No, he's hunting Myitt.>>

*He sends out a quick private thought-speech to Myitt, catching her eyes for a moment.*  <<Myitt, it's Seran!!>>  *Ossanlin coiled his muscular hork-bajir body in preparation for an attack if Seran so far as made a single move toward Myitt.*

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((This post does not really belong to a new character unless you want to count my entire ship as a character.  :p))

**the white blankness of Z-Space collapses in on itself, the warp aperture opening as the grand Dome Ship Tyrennian drops into regular space just a few clicks from the GESB**

1st Prince Xeric-Mara-Sefyrn, 2nd in command on the Dome Ship Tyrennian:
<Status report...>

TO:  <We have joined regular space sir, sensors show a great deal of activity in the system...there appears to be several Yeerk vessels and one...human...vesse l.  They are engaged in combat.>

Xeric:  *looks around the bridge and points at the comms officer*  <Try to raise War-Prince Ossanlin, we need him up here right away...we need more information.>

Comms:  <Yes, sir!>

Xeric:  <TO, raise phase-shielding matrix and power main shredders, do not fire until my order.>

TO:  <Sir!>

Xeric:  <Those humans have picked quite a fight...they're outmatched...>  *Xeric shakes his head as he waits to hear from Ossanlin*

[Breekan1]

Breekan wades through the horde of Hork Bajiir cluttering the bar. "Place has gone to the goddamned dogs..." he mutters. The smell that precedes a rainstorm trickles into his nostrils as he steps out into the evening. Upwards he gazes as the starbattle blazes. He goes for a sip of gutwhiskey, only to find that the bottle has emptied, and tosses it to the ground, where it shatters and releases the smell of ehtanol, pennies and rot. Shredder cannon re-evaporates a cloud. "Jess makes poor decisions," he thinks. Something huge emerges from Z-space. A bubble boat? Chrome ship? Something like that. He trots into the bar, a little panicked.

"Guys, I think things are getting a bit more serious up there," he warns the others. "Another ship just arrived- a bigun. One of those flying Andalite reservations or something."

[Myitt]

Myitt glances over at Seran, then inspects her empty glass.  Her right hand creeps onto the butt of her Dracon.  "Heh," she grins.  "The Council wants to have a word with me.  That's no surprise.  So, mister big shot, you gonna actually do something about it?"  The approximate translation of the latter from Galard is a very obvious 'f*ck you, can't you see I'm drinking here?'


<Seran?> Tara blurts.  <Like Saran Wrap?> She cackles silently in spite of the situation.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal watches Connor silently. "I just don't get it. Not at all. What could be worth all of this destruction?" She glances at the screen, spotting the Tyrennian and moans "Damn...Connor, we need to land, now."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((HAH lol...I knew someone would say saran wrap.  :p  Accent is on the first syllable though with a long "e"...SEE-ren... ))

Seran:

*raises an eyebrow, watching Myitt's masked discomfort*  "Well, that all depends doesn't it?"  *his hork-bajir's face grins again in that devlish manner*  "That depends on you, dear Myitt...you see, if I take you in, you're worth a couple of promotions at least..."  *Seran turns to face Myitt more directly*  "You're worth the trouble, however the fact is you're more useful to me where you are...if you do what I ask, that is.  One favor in return for another eh?  I believe we can help each other out."  *Seran watches Myitt intently, watching for signs of agression, alert to the entire bar around him.*


Ossanlin:
*keeps his eyes glued on Seran, wishing for his stalk eyes right about now.  He continues to listen to the conversation, to Seran trying to black-mail Myitt.  He grits his teeth silently, wanting so badly to morph back to his proper form, but he knew if he did, or if he even attacked Seran as a hork-bajir, the controllers in the bar would be all over him in less than two seconds.  He bided his time, trying to think of some way to make this all work...*

[Myitt]

Myitt eyes Seran squarely.  "Right," she scoffs.  "How can I possibly help you?  I don't usually associate with self-righteous Imperial dapsens."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Seran:

*raises an eyebrow and grins again*  "Such language my dear..."

*he takes another swig from his glass of redin and looks out the window of the bar*  "It's really very simple, I won't bring you in if you do a few small favors for me, and I do think they'll align with your own purposes as well."  *he turns to face Myitt again.*  "I have run into a blockade...you see I'm afraid Visser four doesn't appreciate me very much since the time I left him to rot on that forsaken planet Zenoin.  The fact that he escaped still baffles me.  He should've died of kandrona starvation.  That's beside the point.  He's been trying to ruin me both officially and off the books since that little incident, and I won't abide by anything standing in my way.  I have the Council eating out of my polyps, but he's beginning to turn them against me...and the assassination attempt was not pleasant either."

*he stares very intensely into Myitt's eyes.*  "I've obtained his plans for the next standard cycle, he'll be moving light, very few troops, through a very troubled sector of the galaxy.  The slug is trying to sneak his way through.  I want you to attack him.  I want you to kill him.  I want you to destroy his entire entourage.  If you agree, I'll give you his proposed path.  And of course, I won't turn you in.  And believe me, if you agree and do not do the job properly...yours will not be the only life that's forfeit."  *he swirls the redin in his glass*  "Have we a deal, hmm?"

[Myitt]

"So.  I kill this guy for you, and you won't turn me in.  Fat chance of that.  In return I get where he might be.  Or a very poorly laid trap.  If I don't kill him, you attempt to destroy me and my colleagues anyway.  Doesn't sound like a winning plan.  Look, I'm very busy, why don't you ask one of the hundred bounty hunters in this place to do your dirty work for you?  Whether you mean getting rid of me or that jackass Visser Four."  She taps on the bar.  "You wanna drink?" 

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Seran:

*bares his teeth in a mock smile and sinks his elbow blade deeper into the wood of the bar.*  "Oh, you do look so busy my dear, what with all the alcohol you have need of consuming.  I didn't come here to drink."  *takes another drink from his glass of redin*  "It's very simple Yeerk, either you agree to my terms, or I bring you before the Council.  You have no other options."

*takes another glance around the bar, one hork-bajir near the bar seemed to be paying special attention to their conversation, but Seran could hardly see him through the mass of bodies in the establishment.*  "I suppose I might let you go if you secured me an Andalite host...I'm afraid I've grown tired and weary of this hork-bajir, his arm is not as efficient as it used to be since your old friend Ossanlin decided to lay it open with his accursed tail.  But I really don't see how you could possibly do that...the only andalite I see here is already a controller and an arrogant, self-absorbed one at that.  I suppose if you were to...kill...Visser three, and I was present to "rescue" Alloran as a Yeerk host, I might leave you be.  Aside from that, I see no other choices for you Myitt, it would really just be easier for you to kill Visser 4...I won't ask again."


Ossanlin:

*watches Seran and Myitt intently, now only catching bits and pieces of their conversation through the constant low noise of the GESB.*  <<Whatever he says Myitt, he can't be trusted.>>  *without warning, the controller looked up and glanced around the bar again.  Their eyes met for just a moment and Ossanlin quickly looked down at his drink which actually tasted quite disgusting.  He hoped Seran hadn't seen him staring at them.  He was growing careless in the face of his hatred for this particular Yeerk.  He was a commanding officer, he shouldn't let these sorts of things get to him.*

*his communicator beeped in his head, startling him.  He slipped a serpentine hand into a slot in his katana harness and pressed the connect button.*  <<War-Prince Ossanlin, we've arrived in orbit around the GESB, Prince Xeric wishes to consult with you.>>  *Ossanlin responded privately.*
<<Of course.>>

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((Whoah, it's like everyone just vanished all at once....))