Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Darth Revan]

The man gives a slight smile to the bandaged human, a curious glance to the jaded man, and finaly nodded to the bladed reptile. He approached it and extended his top-right hand in greeting as he sat down. "Thanks, although I don't think this is where I meant to travel. I 'saw' a group of people stranded on a dark planet. I thought I was going to that planet, but I ended up here. Um... where is 'here'?"

[Chad32]

"It seems to be an out of the way place that has connections to every dimension." Temrash said as he took the creature's hand. "Places could be different or not there. Or there could be places that are there that didn't used to be there. Here in this deminsion we have Andalites and Yeerks waging an intergalactic war with good and evil members on both sides. Yeerks are beings that live in different hosts, and are called controllers. Andalites are four legged mammals with strong tails. One of which is in this room."

There is a fight going on outside that bar that doesn't have to do with the Yeerk/Andalite conflict, but within the bar is a palce of neutrality and oddity."

After saying that speech, Temrash looked at Myitt. "I'd say that's a fair description, yes?"

[Breekan1]

Breekan breaks his tired gaze into his now-empty coffee mug as a rip opens in space and a four-armed man walks through. "Hot diggity," he whispers. He motions to the Bartender for another Gentleman's Brew, and nods at the new-comer. "What the hell did you just walk out of?"

Hearing Temrash's description, Breekan laughs. "It's pretty good, but you left out our casual atmosphere." Breekan pauses for a moment, allowing the din from the demon battle outside to echo in. "Casual, occasionally very hectic atmosphere."

[Darth Revan]

The man looks from the reptile to the feline and explained, "I'm sorry, I was so enamored by the mystery that brought me here, I forgot to introduce myself." He extends his top-right hand to the feline and says, "My name is Thordon. I am an Anaron, from Anarion, the Elemaeus world of Energy. I came here through a 'world hole', or portal, that I and my brothers of The Orion created. I planned to go to a desolate planet where a group of people looked to be in need of help, but then this place showed up instead."

Thordon looks at the lonely drink on the bar. "Is this anyone's?"

[Chad32]

"I am Temrash, and my host is Jagill. No, I suppose that drink hasn't been claimed yet. You may have it." He said. He also introduced Breekan and the others around the bar.

[Myitt]

"I'd say that's a fair description, except that Andalites aren't strictly mammals, but that's semantics," says Myitt in Galard, with a grin.  "Seems he can understand us well enough.  Hello Thordon, my name is Myitt, and my host's name is Tara."  She waves a small wave.  "Welcome to the bar.  Just don't try to shoot anyone, take anyone's soul or usurp control of their body against their will, and we'll be good friends, okay?"

"'Lo Thordon, name's Corliss Three-Eight-Two," says Corliss in a mix of English and the interstellar trade language, pausing a moment before shaking one of Thordon's upper hands.  "I'm a Yeerk as well, Myitt's my sibling.  My host is Michael, your normal garden variety human, and he'd like to ask, 'Bleeding Christ, why does he have four arms?'"  He looks at Thordon expectantly.

[Gaz]

"Nice to meet you, Myitt," Gaz said. "As far as I know, the guy is just fine. Doc says he'll recover in a day or two. Right now I think he's still trying to cope with where he is."

Morgan gave Myitt a nod and said, "The lad will adjust soon enough."

Then he turned to the newcomer who appeared out of nowhere.

"That's impressive," Morgan said, impressed.

"I'll say," Gaz said. "Too bad we can't do that, eh Morgan?"

Gaz gave the minotaur a friendly elbow.

"Name's Gaz," Gaz said, introducing herself to the newcomer. "Captain of The Vagabond."

Gaz pointed to Morgan and said, "This here is Morgan. Captain of The Cursed Pride. My cousin Fletcher is outside currently."

[Darth Revan]

Thordon gladly greeted all of the inhabitants of the bar. "Thank you all for this wonderful reception. This is so much information. The only other world we Anarons have known about is Sijris, it's a world of fire. Not the most hospitable of places." Thordon takes a swig from the glass. "Yeerks, Andalites, Humans, and other sentient races." Thordon says, almost drunk from the flood of knowledge, as he nods toward Temrash, Breekan, and Morgan.

He looks back to Myitt and explains, "Oh, you don't worry about any violence from me. We Anarons are an extremely peaceful people. Though we did have to defend ourselves from wildlife and the Sijrins when we first met them; however I- we are initially very peaceful."

Thordon looks to Corliss, "We've always had four arms. How do you humans get things done with only two? Your day-to-day tasks must take all day to accomplish.

"No, even throughout millennia, we've always had four arms. My borthers and I in The Orion had evolved to the point where we lost our legs and gained wings, but we still had four arms. The reason I now have regained my legs and shed my wings is because I ascended from being a sorceror, to becoming a wraith. I chose to take this form so that I could relate with my people better, and to be with my loved one."

[Myitt]

"A wraith, eh?  Very, um, impressive," says Corliss, offering a brief smile.  "I've never heard of your people, very interesting.  And hey, two arms is much better than no arms at all, mate."  He adds this last word in English, out of pure habit.

Myitt nods at Gaz and Morgan.  "Good, I'm glad he'll pull through.  Must be a nasty shock, winding up here against his will.  Could you figure out where, or when, he's from?  My host tells me his uniform and accent indicate an American soldier, from Earth, and possibly from one of the World Wars.  That would make him from either sixty or ninety years before the Earth decade that we're from."

To Thordon she adds, "Excellent, my friend, now do you happen to have a universal translator?"

[Hunter]

((lol nice character parker. also, just let me say somethin. i'm swamped with exams and all that such, so please NPC my two characters; Mar-Jo and John Cutter as needed))

[Shenmue654]

Mar glances at the new arrival peculiarly and stands up, walking towards him. Perhaps I should see what I can make of this one.

Mar bows lightly to the strange four-armed man as a form of greeting, and says, "Hello. You seem...interesting. For the moment, I am called Mar. And you hail from a place called The Orion?"

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((Okay, I'm sorry, I'm tired of waiting, I'm going to give Ossanlin a one-time power of divination exercised only because of need, I hope that's cool with everyone.))

Ossanlin favors his wounded leg as he holds both katana ready.  In a flash, he sees the scene outside the bar with the demon gone and all parties essentially alive and unharmed.  It seems in the vision that Ossanlin is not there, in fact it seems that beating the creature might somehow be dependant on his leaving the battle.  The flash ends and Ossanlin limps back, reeling just a bit.  This was strange and new, but somehow Ossanlin understands that he has to leave the battle...well he wasn't really in fighting condition anymore anyway.  He limps back to the bar, hopping a bit to keep weight off of his injured haunch.  Behind the bar Ossanlin draws in energy and summons his harness and equipment from its resting-place on Corliss' skimmer.  He pulls out his physical katana and uses energy to merge them with the Seraph katana he created earlier, in essence giving the physical swords souls of light.  He smiles at his handiwork and resheathes the katana, donning the harness and making sure all the equipment is in place.

Ossanlin limps in through the back door of the bar and hobbles out of the back into the main bar area, looking around again.  He smiles to himself and takes up a spot next to the bar near Alic.  <Demons demons and more demons eh?>  Ossanlin chuckles a bit and winces as he adjusts his foundered leg a bit, dried blood flaking off the silver fur around the wound.  <It seems things are going to turn out alright.>

Ossanlin orders a nice big pitcher of water and sets it on the floor submerging his hoof gratefully, drinking deeply.  He notices the strange new human-like creature and senses energy around him...four arms and some abilities with energy if he was not mistaken, definitely not your average human.  <Looks like things are nice and quiet in here...didn't see anyone else come in...but then I was facing a deadly demon bent on blood and destruction at the time.>  Ossanlin raises an eyebrow slightly.

[Chad32]

Asmodee noticed Oss leave, and seeing how involved the demon was with the other creature he decided he would also leave. He made his way quietly to his ship and took off.

[Myitt]

"Hey, Ossanlin!" Myitt shouts exuberantly from across the room.  "We're glad you're alright, what the hell was that thing?  Tara and I didn't want to take the chance going up against it, especially all beat up and stuff as it is.  Are you hurt badly?"

Corliss grins at Ossanlin and waves from a few seats down at the bar.  "Hi, mate.  Glad you're okay.  Can I buy you a drink, or some grass, or whatever it is?"

[Chad32]

"Hey Ossanlin." Temrash said warmly. "I hope the fighting is about to end. We have a new visitor."