Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[KitsuneMarie]

"I've always been good at it," Elayne told Mar, "and I needed a way to get offworld. Plus I had some hefty bills to pay off, so I needed something better-paying than my previous job." She drank for a few moments before saying, "I had my own little rebellion. Well, more of a group of protesters, really."

At the thought of her rebellious career, she was unable to prevent her mind from wandering back to the events that had caused her to leave the planet a month ago. She downed the rest of her beer with one long swig and stared ahead, bleary-eyed.

"An'way," she told Mar, not hearing that her speech had begun to slur. "I'm here now. Suppose that's all in th'past. Or th'future." She gave a disgusted expression. "Oh t' hell with it."

[Chad32]

Claxter didn't like when Keshin mentioned kidnapping Terenia. He remembered when the Yeerk went after Mar. When the new Human controller came in, he decided to demorph in a back corner. Once he was back, he casually went over to Terenia. <Hi.> He said. He was tempted to make a threat to keshin on efaen's behalf, but any threat probably wouldn't go very far. And Keshin wasn't the only bounty hunter in the galaxy.

Zoshonel overheard Keshin's remark from up on the rafters, but Terenia was not important to them as far as he could tell.

"Assuming that they don't know we're coming, we shoul;d use the element of surprise." Temrash said. "Get into a favorable position before letting them know we're there, and even then they may not realise we are until we're ready to bring the place down."

[Myitt]

((Yep Hunter, Corliss is a human-controller.))

"Well then Balthazar, I'm Corliss Three-Eight-Two," says Corliss with a grin.  "Don't see many of your sort around 'ere.  What are you, then?"

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Myitt sneers at Keshin, mimicking her.  "Oh, woe is me, I can't kill anybody today," she pines, draping a hand over her forehead and staring off beyond the bottles of booze.  "Cry me a ****ing river, man."  She takes her own bottle of beer and taps her fingernails on it, scowling.  

She glances at the Imperial-looking human as he steps into the room, making a mental note to keep tabs on him, and keep her conversation quiet.  Great, she thinks, already half of us are getting hammered.

<In vino veritas,> Tara chirps.

<Oh, will you be quiet?>

<Hah!  Dream on, my friend.>

Myitt seems to shake out of her reverie and she looks up at Terenia.  "Huh?  Oh.  The shirt, I think we got this one from the Salvation Army."  She leaves it up in the air as to whether it was properly purchased.

[Chad32]

<You purchased your clothing from the military? They sell things other than uniforms? Assuming that is not a uniform.> Claxter asked, wanting to talk to someone, as he was a tad bored.

[Myitt]

Myitt smiles at Claxter.  "It's not exactly an army, it's more like a charity.  A place where humans give items to those who are less fortunate.  I believe it has some kind of basis in one of the human religions."

[Terenia]

"Ah," Terenia says, completely ignoring Claxter's return, despite Efaen's desire to speak to him. She sips on her new beer somewhat more cautiously than the last, not wanting to draw attention from the Imperial. She has no way of knowing who he is or who he works for, and at the moment she just wants the spotlight off of her for awhile.

"So, ever been to Wisconsin?" Terenia asks, still looking at Myitt's shirt, "Cold as hell and not much but a bunch of cows."

[Darth Revan]

((Myitt, didn't Ossy get his morph from part of Corliss and Myitt?))

[Midnight_Huntress]

~~I need an update......got lost in the Post swarm.~~

[Gaz]

(Morgan's making plans about sabotaging the lab)

[Midnight_Huntress]

~~Gotcha! I'll make a post next time I am on, trying to get caught up in a lot of things.....~~

[Myitt]

((Oh yeah!  Thanks Parker.))

Myitt looks down at her shirt again.  "Nope, never been.  Supposed to have really good cheese, I guess."

Corliss glances at the newcomer, in an Imperial uniform, and recognizes him as Ossanlin.  He opens his mouth to greet him, but decides against it.  Ossanlin was dressed for a part.

His sister glances over at the Imperial newcomer again, thinking that he looks quite familiar.

<You idiot, it's Ossanlin,> her host grates.

<Oh, yes.  Of course.>

Turning her attention abruptly back to Terenia, she continues, "I thought you said you were from Minnesota?  I've seen that movie, Fargo.  North Dakota, Minnesota, all those places are too damn cold.  And I was in Wyoming earlier this morning, it's winter now of course, and my advice to you is to stay the hell away from Wyoming in the dead of winter."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin favors another sip of redin and manages to keep it down.  The stuff was acrid!  He couldn't believe Yeerks took enjoyment in drinking this stuff.  He looks over to Corliss and notices his 'almost' speech and winks.  He doesn't trust Corliss as much as he used to, but the Yeerk had only been trying to do something he thought would be beneficial, however foolish.  Perhaps Ossanlin had reacted a bit strongly.

Ossanlin tries to put on a show of being a renegade controller still pretending to be an Imperial out of fear of retribution.  The many layers of the facade are almost enough to make even Ossanlin's head spin.  He didn't know if his plan would work...but maybe if Terenia thought him a Yeerk instead of an Andalite, she might talk a little more...though she apparently held no love for Yeerks either.  He continues to sip his redin in very small increments, hoping the grimace on his face counts towards his act.

Ossanlin rests a hand on the disused Dracon as he thought an uncomfortable controller might do, and looks at Keshin remembering that one's special abilities.  Suddenly the feeling of unease is not so much of an act.  Almost anyone in the bar could best him in this form, especially since the old Dracon didn't even work.  No weapon, no tail, no stalk-eyes.  Ossanlin starts becoming worried in truth.  There was no reason for Keshin to know who he was, but that was small comfort compared with the rest...especially with the unknown controller in the massive host at the bar.

Ossanlin actually drums his fingers on the bar counter, a foot propped on the stool shakes a bit.  Nervous tics, and yet considered almost completely natural in humans.  Really the human instincts were simply guiding those actions due to Ossanlin's distraction and inattention to the morph.

[Terenia]

"This morning?" Terenia asks, looking a bit incredulous as she continues sipping on her beer, "You were in Wyoming this morning? Geez, you get around. And yeah, I lived in Minnesota for some time, but we moved around a lot. Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, Arizona....last place I lived was California. You know, before I set my mail to forward to 'outer space'."

Terenia, out of the corner of her eye, notes the Imperial's obvious discomfort, but hesitates in moving towards him. He seems oddly familiar, in a strange sort of way, but she is positive that he is not one of Visser Three's regular guards, and if he serves under anyone else talking to him could be twice as dangerous. She takes a swig of beer nervously, only to notice in surprise that it is empty once more. With a sigh she sets the empty pint on the bar.

"I gotta take a leak," she mutters, pulling herself to her feet. As soon as she does so she realizes that the second beer may have been a poor choice. The room around her spins momentarily, causing Terenia to sway slightly and bump into her bar stool. She grabs the edge of the bar for balance and stands still for a moment, trying to get a handle on her surroundings.

[Chad32]

<Be careful.> Claxter says as he moves forward to support her. <Take it slowly.>

[Myitt]

Corliss grins at Ossanlin.  "Strong stuff, innit?"

Myitt giggles a little.  "Yeah, luckily the trek to Earth and back isn't too far, as I'm sure you're aware.  Thank goodness for the curvature of n-dimensional space.  We never lived in California, but over the years I've been there often enough.  I try to stay away, these days, because it's such a damn hotbed."  

She notices Terenia stumble a bit as she gets off her bar stool.  "Hey, steady there, partner.  You gonna make it?"  She pauses, and her host continues authoritatively, "It's the spinnies.  Man, they're the worst.  Don't worry, you'll be okay, just go use the facilities and lie down for a bit.  Not in the back.  There are some armchairs over there, by the bookcase."  Tara gestures over at the little used corner of the bar, where there is actually a fireplace and a small ring of ratty armchairs, with a big ironwood case of books.