Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Myitt]

Corliss grins back, gesturing with his empty glass.  "Not a lick of a clue where the hell that is, but technically it did make sense.  No more or less sense than telling you I was born amongst a thousand siblings in a pool called Taion Yerralash on the Yeerk homeworld, which is presently being blockaded by an armada of deadly, blue, smarmy six-legged aliens with four eyes, called Andalites, who really, really don't like Yeerks."  He glances over at Ossanlin and searches for Alic, wondering if they're within earshot.  "Well, most of them don't, anyway.  I suppose it's because one of them was nice to us once and we turned round and started making other people's lives rather miserable."  He considers.  "Or maybe we just didn't invite them to all the wild parties."  He taps on the bar.  "Barkeep, another please."  The bartender sighs noiselessly and hands Corliss a glass of Bass.  "Christ, I ****ing hate talking about me grubhood, gah, it's depressing.  Or really, it's just dull."

He takes a sip and after a moment Michael murmurs, "At least you didn't grow up in a bloody stock yard."

<You didn't grow up in the Industrial Revolution, you git.>

"Look who's talking mate."  He seems to realize he's talking to himself and smiles apologetically.  "So, Zarris, all that country stuff is really thrilling, but if I might ask--what planet are you from, exactly?"

[Darth Revan]

The blaring music filled Parker's ear's, "Thor, what music is this?"

<It seems to be Classic Rock. It was released 560 years ago.>

"Huh, that'd explain why I haven't heard it. Isolate and record what's playing."

<Yes sir.>

Parker approaches Hunter, "White space? Well that's definitely nothing like Slipspace." Parker thinks for a moment. "Can I see your engines? They may have the capability and you just don't know it." Parker scans the ship's hull, "Where is the 'hood' on this puppy?"

[Six]

((Iz back!!!))
((/Dances))
((Skiing fun but tiring))

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Keirdan juts out his lower lip, pouting at Danika. "I am not done. I want to fly more. But I'm tired, and I'm hungry. Just a little nap," he whines.



Shal stands close to Corliss, leaning against the back of his stool. She listens to his conversation with Zarris. Her eyes are beginning to emit a dull red glow, as she continues to scout out the aliens in the bar, wary of what her youngest brother might be up to.

[Chad32]

"I'll go get you some more ice cream. And maybe some meat for protein." Danika said. She went back to the bar, ordered the food, and asked for it to be put in a bag. She took the bag, and brought it back. "Here you go. Some steak with ice cream on the side. And of course silverware."

[Kit Cloudkicker]

While Danika's gone from the ship, Keirdan leans against the arm of the seat. He stares blearily at the control panel, and decides against pushing any more buttons ta the moment. His eyes begin to flutter shut, and within a minute, he's asleep, curled up on the pilots seat.

[Chad32]

"How cute." Danika said as she noticed he was asleep. She ate a bit of ice cream and meat, then put it away in containers that would keep it fresh. She decided while he was asleep, that she could probably get away with running some tests without waking him up. With her tools, she took a few hairs off his head, did a few scans, and some other things.

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Keirdan stirs, but does not wake.


Shal taps her foot impatiently, only half-listening to the others while leaning against Corliss's chair.

[Chad32]

Danika notices a crystal in keirdan's shirt, and wonders what it is. It didn't seem to be a part of his clothing, so she pocketed it.

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"I wonder why everyone feels the need to go talk to everyone new who shows up?" Zoshonel said to no one in particular. "Me, the cat food eating guy, this new guy? Rather sociable to strangers."

[Hunter]

“Yeah sure. Don’t see why not.” He said as he motioned for Parker to follow him around the back of his ship. When they got there, Hunter lifted the engine cover to reveal the X-shaped arrangement of the engines.

“Well, here she is. I custom tuned her myself. The engines are a custom XBR-390. They are top of the line where I’m from” Hunter said proudly. “In the atmosphere it can reach up to Mach 9, but I don't have the correct flight suit for those kind of speeds. Yet.”

With that, Hunter quickly ducked to the front of his ship and grabbed a shirt that he had stuffed in behind the seat. Taking his trenchcoat and pistol holster, he put the shirt on, put the holster on the pilot seat and put his coat back on and walked back to where Parker was.

[Darth Revan]

Parker looks into the engine compartment. "Thor, begin scan."

<Yes sir. This engine configuration is like nothing I've ever seen. There is no way it can even be reconfigured without comprimising the integrity of the original design.>

Parker hangs his head and sighs. "Hhhugh. It's no use. Your ship can't get me home. Thanks anyhow. I know that insect's ship couldn't get me there if he came from an alternate Earth; if we tried, we'd end up at his Earth, not mine. I'll check back at the bar. Thanks again for trying." Parker then walks back towards the bar sullen.

[Shenmue654]

Mar nods along with Corliss, scratching his chin. "I'd also be interested to know that. Does the place have a name or has it always been called "The World" or "Earth?" It differs between group to group. Although..."

The bartender sends what Mar asked for down his way. Mar hungrily digs into the food and seems to be having a great time. It's clear that although the concept of eating isn't a novelty to him, needing food is.

Mar looks up from his food and licks some off his face. "...I do like your clothes. They make me feel at home."

[Hunter]

Since Parker couldn’t get back to where he had come from, Hunter had an idea. “Hey Parker! Hold up there” He called to him as he locked up his ship and took off at a run towards where Parker was standing.

“Look man, if you want, I can take you to a local dealer and see if they have one of these Slipspace engines you need. I know a guy. He may be a little shady but he can probably get you what you need.” With that, Hunter slapped him on the back and steered him towards the bar.

“But first, let me buy you a drink” He said as they both started to walk over to the entrance.

[Darth Revan]

"Thanks, but drinking would entail removing my helmet, and I'm not feeling comfortable enough to do so." As Parker and Hunter enter the bar, Parker whispers to Hunter, "You may want to cover your ears."

Parker amplifies his external speakers so the entire bar can hear him without fail.

"Excuse me, has anyone heard of, or can their ship travel through, Slipspace?"


((Again, I'm hoping no one has slipspace travel capabilities, I'm trying to get Parker stranded here. If someone can travel through slipspace, then Parker will go home.))

[Terenia]

Ardiss jerks her head towards the sound of the sudden noise, grunting in irritation. She had been lost deep within her own thoughts and the interruption makes her scowl. She decides that she would rather not answer his rather rude request of the entire bar and instead returns to staring into her still-full beer.

"Hmph. Some of these people think they own the galaxy," she mutters under her breath, "must be an Andalite sympathizer."