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[Horsefan1023 (Seal)]

"So," said Gelia, glancing over to where Efaen was on her feet wielding a Dracon beam.  "How did you all get here?  To this bar, I mean.  And who's Cortex?"

[Terenia]

((Did you seriously just grab an Andalite by the tail???   That seems dangerous.))

<You would be doing the right thing,> Terenia says, the sarcasm gone from her tone. She is oblivious to the scuffle going on around her, <You call me insane, but Efaen is volatile. I may not like Andalites, but she hates Yeerks. She is a loose cannon and she will get herself killed.>


As if to prove her point, Efaen twists around, redirecting her name towards Zoshonel, <Let me go you idiot!> she cries, pulling the trigger of her Dracon, which is set on stun.

[Chad32]

(I said grabbed at, so you could decide if he actually grabbed it. And Zoshonel isn't the most informed about Andalite tails, but knows that's their natural weapon.)

"Calm down." Zosnonel said as he tried not to be pulled around by her strong tail. "Come outside and cool off!" She fired the weapon, but he narrowly wrenched away from her. He couldn't block the fire without losing her tail, but he didn't want to let go.

<Stop firing, Efaen! Corliss stunned you, but I stunned him, so it's all even now! Just come outside and no one will harm you!>

[Terenia]

<It is not even!> Efaen cries, glaring at Corliss and leveling her weapon at him. She dials it up to the highest setting, <He was going to put her back in me, wasn't he? I told you! They're all the same! He claimed to be different, but he's just like every other Yeerk out there!>

<Oh, dear God, could you please knock her out again?> Terenia asks Claxter, <You see what I have to deal with? You think I enjoy living in her head? It isn't a picnic for either of us, it's just what needs to happen>

[Chad32]

"Give me the Dracon beam before you kill someone!"

<Can't believe I'm doing this.> Claxter said and drew his own shredder on stun. He fired a hot at Efaen in the hopes of knocking her back unconscious before she killed Corliss and anyone else she felt like. Meanwhile he lifted a leg up to help support the container since he needed one arm to fire.

[Terenia]

((haha, this is awesome. Poor Efaen is going to have a permanent concussion. At least no one can say I don't have my characters take hits. ))

Efaen, who apparently is quite poor at dodging attacks, falls limp for the second time in less than ten minutes, her Dracon Beam clattering to the floor next to her.

<Did you just shoot her?> Terenia exclaims, <What happened?>

[Chad32]

<She's down. Again. I am going to morph something strong enough to carry her to my ship for holding. If there are any morphs that she has that could cause problems in holding her, I would appreciate knowing about them. And don't even ask me to put you in her head.>

Claxter reentered the bar and put the container down, then started morphing.

"You want some help."

<No.> He said curtly.

(Must sleep now. Goodnight.)

[Myitt]

Corliss watches weakly as Efaen twice threatens his life, unable to do much about it.

Myitt only lowers the Dracon she's drawn, aimed at Efaen, when Claxter knocks her unconscious again.

She turns to the others in the room.  "What is the matter with her?" she growls.  "I leave for a few hours and this place turns into the anti-Yeerk brigade!"

Corliss slowly climbs to his feet, resting heavily on the bar counter.  His left cheek and ear are bright red.

"What shall we do, then?" he asks raspily, clearing his throat.  "Efaen's unstable.  We need to restrain her, or remove her from the bar.  I was trying to get her under control, but perhaps I went too far."  He winces, shifting his weight so he can sit in a bar seat.  "I daresay I'm starting to sympathize more with Terenia, anyway, regardless of her affiliations."  He narrows his eyes at Claxter.  "To your ship, then?  What will you do with her, there?"

[Terenia]

<Okay, stop Claxter, seriously. Just, give me a second to talk to everyone,> Terenia protests. She senses the water being stirred up as the container is set down. She does not wait for Claxter's permission, but instead begins addressing the bar at large.

<Okay, listen up everyone! I don't know exactly what's going on, but from what I understand you keep knocking my former host unconscious, which I honestly say neither of us appreciate. While I understand that she can be a bit grating at times, there is a way to shut her up that does not involve harming her or restraining her. Seriously, guys, give me my host back. It's been fun and all, but this is getting to be dangerous. Keeping us separate is putting both of our lives at risk, even if she's too stubborn to admit it.>

[Alic]

<Holy...> Alic also acted in reflex to dodge any weapons being fired. Luckily, it hit Efaen and not her. <Damnit I could have gotten that dracon from her you know. We don't have to make everyone who starts a fight unconscious. We would all be taking a nap.>
Alic leaned over and picked up the dracon and handed it out to Myitt. <I don't want this thing.>
Alic wished Claxter would just sit back like a good little warrior and take commands from his Prince.
<Uhm. Yeah.... No. If she says she wants you back in her head, then fine. But not without her permission.>

[Myitt]

Corliss smiles weakly.  "See?  So I wasn't daft," he says, glancing briefly at Claxter.  "It's fairly obvious this isn't some vicious Yeerk ploy to get a host back.  It's deeper than all that."

"You really believe her, Cor?" Myitt asks, turning to him.  

Her brother nods.  "I might not know Terenia as well as I should like, but I reckon I know human nature well enough.  She's no Yeerk, no more than you and I are human."

Myitt smiles at him, amused.  Then she nods back.  "Okay, then.  Hope it's not your funeral, man."  She takes the Dracon from Alic and scoops to pick up Corliss' weapon, juggling weapons while handing it back to him and stuffing the other in her jacket, keeping her own Dracon drawn.  She turns back to Alic.

"Listen, my friend.  Efaen and Terenia are in the service of Visser Three," she says.  "I imagine that must be painful for you.  But for whatever reason, they seem to need to stick together.  I know you're receptive to some situations where a Yeerk and a host must remain together, regardless of whether that relationship if voluntary or involuntary.  Even my relationship with Tara wasn't voluntary, at first."

[Shenmue654]

((Sorry for the delay folks. Life called, and my lousy computer also crapped out on me. Posting of doom! ))

Keshin grins a bit at Myitt, looking up from his drink. He then stands up and takes notice of the maddening situation that seems to have erupted around him. Corliss attempting to reunite Terenia and Efaen, Efaen's prejudiced rant, the Andalites and Yeerks on two different sides of the fence...he has to admit that the entire affair is extremely entertaining from the perspective of a third party.

"Hey bring on the popcorn bartender. You guys are doing great. Oh, and Myitt...I'm sorry for shooting Corliss. That just has to do with...oh you know...the usual contracts out on people's heads. We're done with that now."

Keshin smirks. "What a fine mess you all have gotten yourselves into. The Yeerks can't decide whose side they're on, and the Andalites understand the situation's weirdness but just can't bear to disrupt the freedom of a single-minded uncooperative bigot. I mean, you guys have got to be kidding me. If ever there was a person who didn't deserve to be free, it's that Andalite over there. There's got to be some bizarre reason the two have this arrangement. I don't think it's really fair for you guys to be mucking around in somebody else's life because of high-minded ideals about free will.  Life isn't like that. But go on, go on. I've been enjoying my grape juice."
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Mar enters the Bar shortly after Myitt herself. He is not looking forward to returning to the place, but he finds himself strangely drawn to it. He doesn't particularly want his body back, but he also isn't willing to take any chances. The sight he comes upon is slightly confusing and doesn't really make much sense. Corliss looks injured in a number of ways and the patrons appear to be bickering. Mar quietly dips into Ossanlin's mind and absorbs a rough version of what happened. He then turns to the group, standing just behind Myitt.

"Hmph. And I assumed you were a more...united bunch. Oh, well. Is this feeble little girl really worth your time?"

((Note: Mar doesn't actually have his body back yet. But he will, as soon as things calm down. ^^ ))

[Myitt]

"Not worth our time, let alone our lives, if you ask me," Myitt replies flatly.  "Welcome back, Mar.  Have you decided to become mortal again?  Hmm?  Hang out with the little peons?"

Corliss looks up from holding his head, curling his lip contemptuously at Keshin.  "Yes, all part of your little deal with me, remember.  A life for a life."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Myitt asks sharply.

"I'm getting her meds, so she decided not to kill me."  Corliss shrugs.

Myitt narrows her eyes at Keshin.  "Yeah?  She promised, huh?"  She taps the butt of her Dracon lightly on the bar counter, next to her half full glass of redin.  "I hope this isn't a big setback for us."  Myitt eyes the bartender.  "Oh, will you put that popcorn away?"

The bartender looks as if he's not sure what to do, holding a bag of movie theatre popcorn.  He shrugs and sets it down on the bar.

[Hunter]

((sorry for not posting sooner! let's just say that John was outside getting the thing he left in Morgan's Med-bay during the fight, k?))

Saying to the table at large "If you'll excuse me, I'll be right back"

With that, John stood up, picked up his Tommy gun and headed towards Morgan's ship, the one that he was patched up in earlier. Passing his ruined plane, he did another quick check of the ****pit to make sure that nothing was left in it. Seeing a couple of spare magazines for his tommy gun, he placed them in his pocket and he took off towards the ship's med-bay.

Walking through the ship, he followed the signs that pointed towards the med-bay area. Knocking on the wall next to the doorway, John said "Excuse me, Asda, but I seemed to have left my M1911 Colt here when I got patched up."

[Shenmue654]

Keshin grabs at the popcorn and stuffs some of it into Joanne's mouth, smiling like an idiot. It has been a long time since either one of them has had a taste of the stuff. "Mmmph. Delicious, man. He salted it perfectly, too."

Keshin pauses in the middle of his snack and grins at Myitt. "That's about the size of it. I figure it'll be a setback, but it's worth it if I live through the next several months. I basically told him that I won't take out hits on anyone in the rebellion while he gets me what I need. So lucky you, Myitt. Joanne won't have her gun in your face for a good long while."
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Mar nods. "I may have to, if I intend on staying until you return to the base. Or I may simply leave and hope you don't get shot in this place in the next twenty minutes. You never know. I think I had...some...other reason for possibly wanting the shell back, but it was sentimental and ridiculous. I suspect it would make sense if I re-entered, which worries me."