Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Six]

(Yeah thats fine, good to know what he is tho, Skarfang doesnt have a gun (unless you count the no-fuel flamer) but he has three more stikk boms and a Burna bom))
((Oh yeah, this is what his choppa looks like:)) [spoiler] http://media.moddb.com/images/mods/1/11/10394/choppa.1.jpg[/spoiler]

Skarfang howled in joy, dis waz gunna be a good fight, he cood tell! As his weapon was grabbed he twisted it, and instead of pulling it away he pushed with it, as he did; he got biffed in his faceplate by his opponents foot, which dented the already beaten metal and caused the Orks head to snap back.

Him recoiling didnt last more then a second and Skarfang jerked his head forward, going to try and 'ead butt the dragonhumie.

[Chad32]

He took the headbutt square in the chest, and it made him cough a bit. He backed off a few stepps, but growled menacingly. He noticed the weapon had managed to cut a small groove in one gauntlet. He decided to start using speed and agility, so he tucked his wings in, and struck a fighting pose. He waited for an attack that he could use to get in close.

(I think it could be funny for Jagill and Skarfang to start hurling insults, since they're both verbally challenged. Though I don't misspell words to show how unintelligent Jagill is, like I probably should. But Temrash is back, and I can't think of a legitamate reason for him to exit again.)

[Darth Revan]

((Zombs, what happened to the grenades I threw?))

[Six]

((U threw grenades? /goes back to check. ah. crap sorry. my bad))
((I s'pose Deadman can deal with 'em, cos Skarfang has his hands full at the moment))

((Thats how Orks talk, they have a mouth chock full of fangs and teeth and have difficulty spelling and saying words, and they are usually idiots))

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((Okies...intro post time.  I don't know which time period your dude's from Hunt, but mine's gonna be from right after Order 66 and the purge.  He's not gonna land yet...at least I don't think he will, so this is just to let everyone know what's up.))

The young human punched a few buttons on the control panel of his Jedi Starfighter and the injured ship dropped out of hyperspace.  Good thing too, the hyperspace ring was damaged almost to the point of failure...he probably wouldn't be using it again.  He did a quick scan of the area...hopefully there was some sort of life-supporting world around here, maybe one that would mask his presence.

No civlized worlds, that was probably for the better.  He was beyond the outer Rim...this sector was uncharted space.  After all he'd already been on a rim world...it wouldn't have made much sense to run back to the Republic's center of power after the Clones had turned.  Celebrin opened himself to the Force.  He sensed some lifesigns nearby, he had thought the small world on the scanner uninhabited, but perhaps that was not truly the case.  It seemed strange...the Force seemed twisted...odd.  What was this peculiar place?

The wave of loneliness hit him in a rush.  The bond was no longer there...his master...  Celebrin was driven almost to tears before he regained emotional control.  Jiphen Cura had been Celebrin's master, and Master Cura was the reason Celebrin was even alive.  The first strike from the clones had destroyed one of their fighters on the pad, the other had taken damage.  Master Cura had held off the clones while more or less forcing Celebrin to board the last functioning craft and take off.  The Republic ships had been a bit of a problem...a slight bit of fancy flying had gotten him through those.  It was a wonder the clones hadn't destroyed both hyper-space rings immediately.  They'd certainly done their best when it became obvious that Celebrin was going to use them.

Celebrin had punched the hyperdrive as soon as he'd secured the ship to the ring.  A blind jump, or perhaps one purely guided by the Force.  He should've stayed with Master Cura...they could've gotten away together...somethin g!  Celebrin closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.  He was truly alone now...no government, no Council...no master.  He would have to deal with things as they came.  Perhaps the small world had something like a cantina...Celebrin had never been fond of drink, but decided maybe it was time to become fond of it, at least for a while.  Perhaps there would be peace here.  That was something he truly desired...


((The ship's still in space guys, so no one knows about Celebrin yet unless someone has some sort of sensor array...or has some extra-sensory perception.  Hunt, obviously your char. might recognize the presence of another Jedi if he truly and deeply meditated.  Up to you.  Mar, you might be able to sense him also, I don't know exactly how far your powers extend.  Other than that I don't know that anyone else can yet.))

[Deadman Riseing]

Nazshak jumped back when Zoshonel created a line of fire in front of him. Nazshak slammed his choppa into the ground out of anger “Come out and fight me ya grot.” Nazshak then saw two grenades fly over the fire and land at his feet he saw that one of them was a frag.
Nazshak instinctively leapt away form the frag and covered his head after the explosion he stood up and looked from were the grenades. Nazshak primed one of his own grenades and threw it at were the grenades had come form

[Darth Revan]

Parker decided to let Zoshonel have his battle and saw the smaller Ork throwing a grenade where he used to be. <Perfect, he's distracted.> Parker thought. So he primed another plasma grenade and tossed it hard at the Ork's stomach, it should stick. The plasma explosion should melt its armor, if not remove it completely.

After letting the grenade fly, Parker activated his active camo and started to run behind the Ork before the camo gave out.

[Shenmue654]

Mar watches the fight and eventually sighs irritably. I guess I have no choice. I'll avoid using magical means for as long as possible.

Mar darts rather quickly around the fight, looking for an opening. Mar isn't exactly a genius with modern weapons right now, but you can't fault his swordfighting. He locates Skarfang from the side (given that the Ork seems rather distracted with the others) and attempts to slice into his left. The others have their hands full with Nazshak, and it would be unwise to go near a creature with grenades.

A ripple echoes through Mar's mind, and his lips briefly curl with malice. Well that's certainly interesting. There are at least two of them here now. Although...with the tide of the reality turning this way, I may be able to tap a source that doesn't destroy my body. But I don't have time to figure it out now. I do not have fond memories of that place...

((Because of the bizarre and haphazard way in which Mar created this particular form, he's got random fragmented memories of various places his other bodies have been. Most of it is totally useless stuff that just gives him a vague sense of recognition with some people. But given the laundry list of possible broken memories, I'd think the memories of what Jedi auras are like would be pretty strong. XD ))

[Myitt]

((Sorry Rachel, I'm gonna jump ahead a bit ))

Myitt walks out of the med bay on Morgan's ship, gingerly picking at the gauze bandage on the inside of her left elbow. 

"Alright, I hope that helps.  I need a nap, and some damn food," she sighs, thanking Morgan's crew and walking outside.  She hopes the strange human soldier will pull through, and that her host's blood will help, but exhaustion is starting to set in. 

As soon as she steps onto the dirt and gravel she blinks up at the sound of commotion behind the bar.  Myitt shrugs and walks into the building, which seems to have had some kind of mass exodus.  Sitting down at the bar near Ossanlin's human form and Ardiss, she makes no real attempt to converse with them.  After all, she really doesn't like Ardiss, and she's pretending not to know Ossanlin.

"Bartender, do you know where that tupperware pool went?" she asks the laconic creature.

The bartender wordlessly refills the pool with fresh warm water and sets it down in front of Myitt.  She goes about the business of mixing in a packet of greyish minerals and powers another tiny, portable Kandrona wave-particle generator, placing it into the warm sludgy liquid.

<Why don't you take a nap?>

<What, here?  I'd rather go back to the ship.>

<Ossanlin is here, he won't let anything happen to us.>

<Yeah, I don't care if the goddamn Secret Service was here, I don't like sleeping in this place.>

<Suit yourself...at least eat something.>

Myitt leans over the pool and disengages from Tara's brain, slithering into the water.  After a few moments Tara rubs her ear and looks around, feeling suddenly more tired than she'd been in a really long time.  And a little nauseous.

"Ughhh...remind me never to donate blood after an arm wound and a 37-hour day," she mumbles to no one in particular, leaning heavily on her hands.

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Corliss meanwhile steps around to the back of the bar, watching the fight with his weapon still drawn.  He stays close to the building, not wanting to get caught up in the crossfire.*  He sees Mar and hisses at him, "Hey, what the hell's all this about, then?"

((*Yes, just like the old commercial... [spoiler][youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rCwn1NTK-50[/youtube][/spoiler] ))

[Chad32]

A large ship enters orbit of the Bar area, and finds a safe landing spot. Out walked an insect that looks like a large ant, that walks on two legs. She has two swords and blasters, that she could wield simultaneously with four arms. She made directly for the bar, and started yelling as soon as she entered.

"Filthy pirates! You thought you could escape me!" She said, as she found Gaz and Morgan. "You criminals will pay for your evil deeds! You will come with me! Dead or alive!" she drew her swords.

[Shenmue654]

((Please tell me why that commercial was the first thing you thought of, Tara. XD ))

Mar sees Corliss and quickly hisses back at him, "Pissy orcs of some kind, I believe. I think they're from where Khasrak is from universally. Now if you haven't noticed, I'm a little distracted."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Celebrin guides his ship toward the small planetoid.  He does a close-range scan...the results are strange if not anything else.  There was a large pile of scrap and debris, some kind of ship graveyard.  There looked to be one small establishment on the planetoid's surface.  A single construction of what appeared on the readouts as wood and liquified sand.  Apparently he was beyond the reach of duracrete and plasteel.  As he guids his fighter over the forest toward the small building, he feels ripples in the Force.  There was a battle being fought here, but none of the scans showed Republic tech.  Perhaps little more than a brawl of some sort, but the Force also shows him many strange beings, at least as far as their energy in the Force is concerned.

Some seem to be in touch with the Force in a different way than he is accustomed to.  Some almost seem to extend beyond the Force...Celebrin hadn't thought that possible.  The Force was all, that was it.  Yet these beings seem to have a further existence.  This was obviously a strange place.  Yet there's one faint beacon, a familiar mind.  Apparently another Force user had found this place, he only hoped it was not a Sith.

A fight was nothing knew, Celebrin had been in many since the Clone Wars had started, but he doesn't wish to become involved with another.  It seemed peace was something Celebrin would not know.  He guides the small, damaged fighter to a position back in the forest some distance from the construction and touches down.  He raises the canopy and checks around the cabin.  He has little more than his gi, robe, lightsaber, accessory belt, and a few food packs along with an aqueous respirator.  The fighter's astromech had been fried while Celebrin had been evading the Republic ships.  Celebrin sighs heavily and leaps out of the cabin, flipping and landing ready, his lightsaber in his hand, but not ignited.  He checks the fighter and grimaces as he sees the exposed circuitry and melted hull-plating...the thing was hardly even space-worthy anymore.  Oh well, maybe he'd be able to salvage parts from the graveyard and repair it.

Celebrin again reaches out with the Force, trying to find his bond with his master, but strangely he cannot sense much farther than the planetoid.  How strange, his senses seem to twist not far from the planetoid.  At least it seemed that the place would mask his presence from the outside.  Celebrin begins walking toward the construction, putting the hood of his robe up and securing his lightsaber on the utility belt.  He remains open to the Force, and auras become clearer as he nears the construction.  He has little idea what to expect as he moves just inside the treeline to visualize the construction.

There's definitely a fight of some sort between what appear to be humans and some sort of hulking aliens...they looked a bit like Huts except not quite as fat and with legs instead of a slithering tail.  There's also some sort of flying serpentine creature.  One apparently found strange places when he went beyond the Outer Rim.  Celebrin has no intention of getting involved in this fight...he knew nothing of the people or the circumstances involved.  Celebrin's gaze jerks to one of the humans carrying what appears to be a steel sword.  That one...he was one of the ones that seemed to exist beyond the Force.  His hand hovers close to his lightsaber before he regains serenity.  That one gave him chills that extended through the Force.  There's another in the bar that exists differently, and at least one more, maybe two somewhere in the woods.  He wonders if they all resemble humans.  Celebrin continues to watch.

[Hunter]

(Mar-Jo Komus)

Getting ready to jump into the brawl; he feels a slight rise in the Force in this area. Hmm, he thought Another Force user. Maybe another Jedi?

Standing up to his full height of around 6 feet, he looked around the area. His eyes seeing a slight disturbance in the forest a little ways behind himself, he turned about face, said to the person in the armour “I’ll be right back.”

With that, he headed in the direction of the forest to where he saw the person. Disengaging his lightsaber, he hooked it onto his belt and he let his hands fall by his sides as to not show any provocation he said only one word. “Jedi?”

((hang on, Order 66, that’s near the end of Episode 3, right? Mines from around Episodes 4 or 5... Think the death star, Darth Vader, Han Solo things like that... lolz

also, sorry for the long time in posting))

[Deadman Riseing]

Nazshak felt some thing hit him in the chest it was another own of those glowy things that exploded Nazshak quickly removed his chest plate and threw it away form him he watched at the glowy thing exploded and melted most of his chest plate.
Nazshak eyes widened “dat was my special chest plate!” Nazshak looked around for something shoot at seeing only see the dragonhumie fighting Skarfang Nazshak assumed it was dragonhumie that threw the glowy thing at him and damaged his special chest plate and he was gonna pay for it Nazshak began to madly fire his shoo ta at the dragonhumie not caring if he hit Skarfang as well.  

    

[Alic]

((holy ****. catch up time for me tomorro))w