Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Myitt]

"So you were human, and could morph," Mike works out slowly, "and got stuck as something, and then got the power to morph again through this sort of experiment, and then became a Yeerk."  He whistles.  "You weren't kidding when you said you weren't completely anything.  Well, you're among at least a few friends, here."  His gaze flickers toward Keshin and Joanne for a brief moment, but he returns his attention to Terenia.  "But mate, what I can't work out is, why would the Andalites let you work for them?  They can't be, can they?  Not if they knew what you really are, and they'd have to."

[Darth Revan]

Parker didn't even notice Fox's interuption, he was entranced by her eyes. "Raksha, beautiful name. What brings you here?"

[Terenia]

Terenia grimaces slightly. <The Andalites wanted me at first. Who better to get into the heads of their enemies? They had their very own pet Yeerk to play with,> she snorts, disgusted. <They used me. And when I wasn't needed, when I didn't serve a purpose in their noble little war, they left me to die.>

[Myitt]

"But you didn't die.  You're here, and someone's getting you access to Kandrona," Mike interjects.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin scrubs his face one last time with both palms before noticing the fox-like creature approaching.  Ossanlin takes a deep breath...a foreign army...a foreign army with the ability to traverse inter-galactic space...this had to be played properly.  Getting access to that technology would be a rather powerful tool in the war, yet if these people could traverse intergalactic space, what other technology did they have?  It was a huge risk, and one Ossanlin could not take on his own.  He takes the fox's paw in a firm shake and ****s his head at the alien.

<<Hello Commander McCloud, I am indeed War-Prince Ossanlin-Rethin-Sephirel, Captain of the Dome Ship Tyrennian.>>  The private thought sounds in the fox's head in a cordial tone.  Ossanlin shoots a stalk-eye at Keshin and the tub holding Corliss.  He sends another private thought-speech to the fox.  <<I do not know why you wish to go outside...I have a friend over there who's a little vulnerable and I'd like to keep an eye on things in here at the moment.  If you pitch your vocalizations low enough, I'm sure we'll be as private as is necessary.  There are some questionable individuals in here, but I trust all those who might be able to overhear.  If you wish to delay speaking of the other matter you are referring to, I can go outside after Corliss has reinfested Mike.>>

<<As for the other, I cannot accept your offer, tempting though it is.  I do not speak for my race as a whole.  I would need to present your offer to the Electorate, the governing body on my homeworld.  They would have to discuss the offer and consider any possible relations with your people.  It is a rather generous offer, and we have been at war for a very long time.  You'll forgive us for being a bit suspicious of any extra help.  I will certainly transmit your offer to the Electorate, most-likely they would want you to attend audience with them, they must make a decision of this magnitude, so I cannot accept or deny your offer.  I can say that my people would most-likely be interested in at least a diplomatic liason between your people and ours.>>

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((Yeah Tara, tell me about it....Dead Week was this week.  >_< ))

[Terenia]

<Yes,> Terenia acknowledges, <I have access to Kandrona. I would have thought that by this time you could figure out who I 'work' for. Obviously very few Yeerks know of my existence. Now, who would want to hide the existence of what, to all appearances, seems to be an Andalite Controller?>

[Chad32]

(I'm confused about Terenia. she was born Human, became a Yeerk nothlit, then became an Andalite nothlit?)

Claxter finished his meal and demorphed. He was listening to the crowd but not standing right with anyone. He didn't really know what to say about Terenia. Zoshonel just sat at the table, without much to say.

[Alic]

((ugh sorry... I know I've been horrible at responding lately. I'm thinkin the next two weeks will be better cause ill be working day shift training new people. We shall see.))

Alic had spent her time in the bar while everyone went outside to help Terenia. She had no way to assist her anyway, and almost everyone had followred her out to assist her.
When everyone had returned, Alic was in her human morph sitting at the end of the bar enjoying a bottle of Jager. Of course she couldn't help but listen to Terenia's story. Alic was a little confused, but figured as long as Terenia was on their side that it didn't matter so much.
Alic grinned when she caught Ossanlin out of the corner of her eye, and slid off the stool. Grabbing her bottle, she walked barefoot to the corner where he sat, just noticing a.... Disturbingly familiar..... Fox.
The bottle was set on the table and Alic took a seat. "Ya know... I have seen a lot of things but never expected a talking fox." 

[Gaz]

(I'm going to bring in a very temporary character. He won't be around long.)

Morgan was sitting at the bar talking with Asda when suddenly a young man walked into the bar. He was dressed in a dark uniform, so he had to be military of some sort. There was a sophisticated gun at his hip, much like the one Gaz had. He was human, tall and had close cut dark hair.

His eyes scanned the room until they rested on Morgan and Asda. Without warning he leaped forward with his gun drawn, a hard look on his face.

"Captain Odysseus Morgan and Doctor Asda, you are bound by law to stand down!" the man declared in an authoritative voice.

[Alic]

Alic was a little startled by the new human in the bar. She was becoming intoxicated and was defenseless. She couldn't relax for a few minutes. At least she didn't know the two the human was speaking too, so there should be no trouble for her. Alic decided to be quiet and watch, so she grabbed the bottle of Jager and rested her feet on the table.

[Myitt]

"Well, I don't reckon it can be the Andalites, you said they didn't need their little pet anymore, even though they would likely want to hide the existence of an Andalite-Controller," Mike muses.  "It has to be the Yeerk Empire, or at least some faction of it that wouldn't want to be in competition with the only other Andalite-Controller they know of, Visser Three.  But what self-respecting Imperial Yeerk doesn't want to try and leap over his desperate competitors like that?"

Mike glances at the newcomer, tensing when he draws a gun.  His hand goes to his Dracon but he doesn't draw it yet.  "Oh, Jesus," he whispers.  "We can't have a bloody firefight right now."  He's torn, unsure whether to defend the pirates or grab Corliss and return him to his own head, leaving them defenseless for a few minutes.  He decides to watch, cautiously. 

[Shenmue654]

Keshin glances towards the newcomers at the edge of the Bar and facepalms. He quickly takes out his Dracon and fingers it in his hand cautiously. He gives Mike a "Be ready if things get ugly" expression and takes up a Bar seat closer to the edge.

<I'm not taking any chances.>

<This could really be fun, Kess. We haven' seen action since the last job.>

<...must you always throw caution out the door and trample all over it? This is why I run things.>

[Myitt]

Mike narrows his eyes at Keshin and Joanne. 

What are we, bloody mates, all of a sudden? he thinks sourly.

[Darth Revan]

Before Raksha could answer, someone came in and pulled a gun on Morgan. Parker whips around drawing his Battle Rifle in one fluid motion and levels it at the offender's head.

Parker speaks aloud, "You chose the wrong place to draw a gun, guy. Now we don't want any trouble, just take your problems outside."