Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[HiImshort]

((I would help but Arwings are all or nothing type ships.))

"My rank? I'm the leader of Team Star Fox. We have 4 pilots including myself and were not a branch of the mlitary but missionaries. We also have a base of commands and a ship that we protect called the Great Fox. It's a lot more powerful than my ship.

My ship? It doesn't go very fast. Ah! Were here."

[Darth Revan]

"Missionaries? You mean Mercenaries? Are you like a private army?" Parker was very confused how someone could operate a military vehicle and not have a ranking.

When they reach the others, Parker announces to them, "Look what I found lurking in the trees."

[HiImshort]

Fox seeming flustered about saying the wrong things and turns red. "Oh, mercenaries is what I meant."

"Private army? Yes and no. We use to go onto serious missions for evil criminals in our universe. Now though we don't have serious things to do. After all we did our jobs so were done."

Fox looks at Parker and start laughing. "I know that look. Your wondering how a simple mercenary like me can use such a powerful ship and not have a ranking. I refuse any rank. Ok? Maybe after this I can show you my ship or have you already looked at that with that thing in your helmet?"

Fox gives Parker a  and walks towards the other people. "Hello. My name is Fox McCloud. If you don't mind i would like your name and species if you want to give it to me."

[Breekan1]

"Puk!" Puk exclaims brightly. "rrrrand... it's complicated. Gedd, rrressentially."

[Darth Revan]

((By "look" you meant when he tilted his head, as you can't see his face, right?))

"Fair enough. Your company must have a small employee base if you don't carry ranks. I did detect your ship, but my scanners aren't that powerful."

[HiImshort]

((A fox has excellent vision, but in this case it's your movement.))

Fox to Puk; "Hello. Puk. Your a Geed? I would love to know about them sometime." Then he looks at Parker and says, "we have one employee. Hes the general of the Cornerian Defense Forces. Well then I'll show it to you as soon as were done here.

[Darth Revan]

"How do you only have one employee and 4 team members?"

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((Sorry for taking so long to respond Chad...anyway...her e it is.))

Ossanlin smiles as Claxter accepts his invitation.  The younger Andalite showed promise and definitely needed some guidance that his current Prince was not supplying with any grace whatsoever.  <Excellent, I shall proceed with the transfer paperwork as soon as we return to the Tyrennian.  I don't see any reason for you to return to your previous Dome Ship.  If you have any possessions onboard we can have them sent to the Tyrennian's next-scheduled dock.  There shouldn't be any questions as to how or why you left, so no awkward answers to supply.>

He chuckles and glances down at his katana.  <Well, yes actually, I do use them in close-quarters combat.  I know it's quite unorthodox and it took me a great deal of time to work up enough arm-strength to use them at all.  My philosophy though is that a Shredder, while dangerous, is only dangerous when it is fired.  A blade is dangerous at all times and can cut, even if your initial thrust misses.  These have an added bonus as well...they're polybonded amorphous cytellectonine...me tallic crystal.  The edge is no thicker than a single molecule, and they can absorb and redistribute energy better than hull-plating...if a dracon bolt hits one, it'll be absorbed into the blade and dissipated.>  Ossanlin smiles again, not sharing the fact that he recently has fused the katana with energy-blades to give them energy manipulative properties as well...that would be a bit difficult to explain without going into the whole Silver Blade thing and that was the last thing the young Warrior needed.

Ossanlin looks down at Mar's body and suffers a pang for his friend.  Well, Mar had wanted Ossanlin to take care of it....vaporization seemed so primitive...Mar deserved better.  For now he simply closes Mar's eyes and moves his body to a dignified position.  For all intents and purposes he seems to be sleeping.  Ossanlin had a sudden idea but couldn't implement it right away.  He would place Mar's body into the timestream, preserved outside time itself...then perhaps if Mar came back...he could still inhabit his old avatar with little trouble and perhaps the memories and experiences would be preserved!  It was a neat and tidy solution, but Ossanlin would have to wait a bit longer...as long as the avatar did not start to decay, it would be fine...but Ossanlin guages that he should have the body in the timestream in an hour or less.  That should be enough time.

Ossanlin follows Claxter nearly to the ship, but doesn't get too close, the female human-andalite seems to be uncomfortable with his presence, so he doesn't wish to push it.  He sends a private thought-speech to Claxter.  <<If she needs fuel, the Tyrennian can supply her.  Simple modifications to our fuel-cells will make them compatible.  Or if she desires, I can supply her with an older-model tail-fighter.  I do not wish to make her uncomfortable, which I seem to do simply by being present.  The offer stands if she wishes.>>

((LOL Tara...Bug fighter powered by modified computer batteries with liquid coolant.  XD ))

[Midnight_Huntress]

~~Join?~~

[Terenia]

<I was not issued this fighter by Andalites,> Terenia says, leaving it at that. <Excuse me,>
She opens the hatch to her fighter and climbs aboard, queuing the ship up into an idling state. Using private thought-speak commands that the old computer can barely process, she quickly sends out a message to her commander, alerting him of the situation. As soon as she finishes, she tells the ship to open the smaller hatch that contains the fuel cells. The ship complies, after Terenia repeats the request a few times.

((yes, join!))

[Gaz]

(I'm trying to figure out a way to get the pirates to jump in)

[Shenmue654]

((The more, the merrier! X3 The quest to restore power cells and spout off on gibberish scientific terms! ))

[Alic]

((sorry guys.. Working nights sleeping days, chiropractor and attorneys and driving my sister to and from work.. I've been busy.. Ill be replying later. And welcome myth! Glad you took to the invite! Please join and make yourself at home. ))

[Shenmue654]

((Welcome to the Space Bar! We're a screwy little family, but you'll like us. ; )  And sorry about all the work, Alic. Tough stuff. ^^ ))

Keshin peers over Terenia messing with the ship and wonders how he should react. With the entire group outside at once, he still can't get anyone in the Bar alone.

<Dammit. What a bust. I'm sure that's exactly what Corliss had in mind.>

<Give him credit, Kess. He's got it goin' on sometimes.>

"Did you build it yourself, then?" mutters Keshin. "Many of the parts look as if they're from entirely different models than one another. I could never do something like that. Maybe a patch job, but not this."

[Chad32]

(Oi, it got active again.)

Zoshonel had andered off to his ship. Claxter was interested in learning swordsmanship. Using his tailblade had always felt more natural than weilding a shredder, though having a firearm had its advantages. Maybe he could learn to use metal blades with his arms. During his first and only real battle there were too many Horks to wave a single tail blade at, and by the time he had escaped his tail was dragging.

Parker had said something, run off, and come back with someone asking about everyone. <I am an Andalite warrior names Claxter. All other information is classified.> He said in a friendly voice. Andalites weren't suppose to tell other species any more than was needed at the time. <<I think the others are offering enough fuel for her, Prince Ossanlin. If you have some time, and some extra swords, maybe you could train me in swordsmanship? I could still refine my shredder training, as is a fundamental military skill. There seems to be another visitor, and curious for information seems like.>>