Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((I generally post once per day...not once per week.  I rarely go that long without posting.  It's not my fault that you guys write 5 pages a day.  I don't usually have time to check the forum more than once per day.))

Ossanlin gives a couple of quick commands to the computer as he receives the go ahead on the transfer work.  Ossanlin didn't give a reason for transfer, which would probably irk Claxter's old Prince a bit, but being an "ideal" War Prince had it's benefits.  The computer signalled that an incoming message was directed toward his ship on a strange band.  He commands the computer to compensate and playback the message.

So, the fox had been standing outside?  Apparently hull-plating from his galaxy didn't dampen all energy, including sound, from the outside.  Why had the strange anthropomorphic being need to talk to him?  Ossanlin ****ed his head.

Another transmission comes through from the Tyrennian...the order for transfer had gone through.  Good, a couple more days and it would be done.  Ossanlin considers cycling the engines and returning to the Tyrennian...somehow he felt he needed to be there, and that meant something.  But he quickly rejects the thought.  He had business to attend to here, and besides he would much rather bring Claxter up when he went back to get the Warrior squared away with new quarters and a quick tour.  He certainly knew his way around the Dome Ship, but the Tyrennian was just a bit different than most other Dome Ships.  And then there was a question of post for the younger Andalite.  He silently wonders if Claxter has any experience at the helm.  He commands his main hatch to open and he steps down from the Mirage, commanding the hatch to seal and lock again.  He trots slowly toward the bar, fur rippling silver for a moment as he considers going Silver Blade just for some extra sensory data, before fading back into its regular blue hue.

He enters the bar and looks around.  Everyone appears to be eating or drinking...well almost everyone.  This was a bar after all, sometimes that was easy to forget.  Ossanlin trots to a darker corner of the bar, noticing the newcomer, a striking humanoid female (though almost certainly not human with that skin-tone and those eyes).  He relaxes in the dark corner, closing his eyes and rubbing his face with both hands.  So much change...maybe that's why he felt like returning to the Tyrennian...he realizes that he'd like some boring, monotonous patrols at the moment.  Strange...maybe he was getting older...he never really craved monotony before.

[Gaz]

Morgan glances over and notes the newcomer.

Asda decides to introduce herself. "Hello, my name is Asda, I'm a doctor on a ship. This over here is Morgan, the Captain."

"Nice to meet you," Morgan said with a nod.

(here are descriptions of these 2 so you know what they look like:
[spoiler]*Morgan could only be described in one word "minotaur". He was tall and dark colored with streaks of silver in his "beard".

*The doctor was tall, around 6 feet, had black hair that she kept up in a bun, a tan complexion, and eyes with no whites that were pure black, they were also slightly larger than a human's. Her most distinctive feature was that she had four functioning arms. The second set was positioned a few inches underneath the first.[/spoiler]

[Myitt]

Mike grins at Keshin.  "It's all right, love, I reckon a decent bath will help with that.  Are you gonna eat some bloody chips or not?"  He offers the plate of food again.  "Man, taste is great an' all, but you should've seen Corliss the first time he got to me old flat.  I reckoned he'd never stop inspecting my bloody tablecloth.  It was like he'd seen all this stuff before, all these battles and space and maths and stuff, but bleeding plaid like, broke 'is brain or something.  I swear he's OCD."

He eyes Fox, barking a laugh.  "Christ, mate, you know Corliss is going to hear you call 'im weak when 'e gets back in here."  He taps the side of his head idly.  "Anyway, they're only weak in appearance.  Yeerks are quite a lot of brainpower in that little body."  He finds himself pulling the tupperware container closer to him, away from Fox and Joanne, now that he's pretty much done with the fish and chips.

Mike looks over at the newcomer, sitting too far away for him to say a proper hello, and just feels even more weirded out.  Too many unknown people, and too long being suspicious of unknown people.

((No worries Luke, it's probably much healthier that you actually have a life, unlike me (at the moment) XD))

[Shenmue654]

Keshin laughs out loud. "Human sight is something else. The vividness of color in  particular is an absolutely remarkable thing. I'd been in one other host before her, a Hork-Bajir. And it was nothing like this. But I was fascinated by shades like aquamarine, not plaid. There were colors I'd never even seen before."

Keshin grabs some of the chips and munches on them, getting a smile on his face. "Thanks. I was actually getting hungry."

[Myitt]

"It was the same for him," says Mike with a shrug.  "Besides that training Gedd host.  Poor bugger.  Anyway, help yourself.  It's hard to find good junk food in space, man.  Christ, I hope Myitt got me some goddamn chocolate."  He falls silent suddenly, as if he was starting to say too much, and grabs a couple of french fries, eating them mechanically.

((Chips as in french fries XD, as in, fish and chips))

[Chad32]

(You call french fries chips? I had a tea party with my neices and they were serving me british biscuits, but they were supposedly crunchy like cookies instead of soft like American biscuits. You people don't know what you're supposed to call your food!)

[Myitt]

((Hey man, I live in NEW England, french fries are french fries, but fish and chips are always fish and chips, props to the UK on that one XD))  

By the way, Myth, here is my current character in the bar:

[spoiler]Corliss Three-Eight-Two is a Yeerk rebel, allied with a larger group in an off-world and much more militant branch of resistance against the Yeerk Empire that started with the Yeerk Peace Movement, but refers to itself as the Yeerkish Rebellion.  His host's name is Michael (Mike) Leicester, who is 27 and originally from a suburb of Liverpool, England.  He's Caucasian and quite pale, black hair and brown eyes, wearing normal Earth clothes at the moment--a black wind jacket, white t-shirt and blue jeans, as well as black sneakers.

My other character, currently not in the bar, is Myitt One-Nine-Five.  She is Corliss' pool brother and is also a part of their little band of organized anti-Imperial terrorists.  Her host's name is Tara LaFauci, she's 25 and from a suburb of Boston, Mass., USA.  Myitt is almost always wearing what she refers to as "stuff from the dumpster of Hot Topic", or in other words some kind of ratty trench coat with lots of pockets, torn or dirt-caked jeans, a t-shirt sporting some kind of '70s band logo, and army boots.  However she does have any kind of makeup, gothy or otherwise x3  Tara is also Caucasian, but a bit darker skinned than Mike, has brown curly hair, usually frizzed up from lack of attention, and brown eyes.  I'm sure she'll show up again eventually, hopefully you can stick around [/spoiler]

[Chad32]

(It's ok. It doesn't really matter. BTW, I don't think I lose any man points for having a tea party with my nieces and mom, right?)

[Myitt]

((Hahaha dude +1...now say something relevant to the land of fiction! XD))

Mike looks down at Corliss, who just keeps swimming happily, bumping into the plastic walls of the tupperware container.  "Are you ready yet?" he asks the Yeerk, rhetorically.

[Shenmue654]

Keshin smirks, glancing down at Corliss himself. "You know he can't really hear you very well." Keshin pokes the water idly, scarfing down a French fry. "I've always found the transition very weird. How you can go from being so large to being so small."

[Myitt]

"Yeah, I know," Mike says quietly.  He inches the container a bit further from Keshin.  The water sloshes around faintly.  "'ey, no touching."

[Chad32]

Zoshonel smacks Joanne lightly on the head. "No funny stuff. Lest you lose a hand."

[Myitt]

((I'm sorry, I'm picturing the Three Stooges right now...must...suppre ss...image...))

[Shenmue654]

((XDD ))

[Myitt]

Mike watches Corliss swim, beginning to get a bit restless.  "Barkeep, I'll have some water please.  Clean."

The bartender hands him a glass of filtered water, and Mike sips at it.