Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Chad32]

"Hmm. So you enter and leave your hosts at will? Is Terenia's host also voluntary? Did she allow Terenia inside her willingly the last time Terenia entered her head?"

[Myitt]

"We enter and leave our hosts at will, but not all hosts are willing," says Corliss, wondering if the creature fully understood what he had said.  "Terenia's host, as far as I'm aware, is not voluntary.  They have a strange sort of relationship together...somehow they keep coming back to each other, regardless of this involuntary tension."

[Chad32]

"I see. I would liek to try to act as mediator if possible when the others return. The things said at the bar disturbed me. Even after the Andalites win, would they really force one of two ways to commit genocide on the losing side?"

[Myitt]

Corliss throws up his arms hopelessly.  "Who knows," he says.  "We've both committed terrible crimes in this war, Andalites and Yeerks.  I don't know how much of a mediator you can be in a war where every prisoner, every tense transaction has implications for those involved in it.  You'd best leave the mediation to us, but thank you."

[Chad32]

"Judging from the future that Trey tells, that may be enough. Though truthfully I have no real authority to do this. I am but a soldier, but I am a soldier designed to defend those weaker than I am. I stand in the front and protect those who serve other roles."

[Myitt]

"In battle, perhaps," says Corliss faintly.  "But this goes far beyond mere bloodshed.  You have to be diplomatic about these things.  Besides, it may not even be your universe that's affected by all of this.  I've certainly never heard of giant sentient war robots."

He steps up to what appears to be a Bug fighter.  Terenia and The Director are standing outside of it, and The Director, looking amused, is holding up a key. 

<Oh, did it 'ave to be this tosser?> Mike mutters.

Corliss clears his throat and approaches them.  "What's going on here, then?  Off for a bit of a ride?"  His eyes narrow at the Bug fighter, then at The Director.  "I had a feeling you might be a Yeerk.  Imperial, then?"  His hand is tensed on the butt of his Dracon.

[Chad32]

"I do not detect a Yeerk inside his head. You Yeerks give off faint radiation readings for some reason."

[Myitt]

"It's harmless," Corliss says, as if it's inconsequential.  He narrows his eyes at The Director, his hand still on the gun at his side.  "Who...or what are you, really?"

[Darth Revan]

The Director looks to his ship and mumbles, "Great, choose the one ship that gets me in trouble. Thanks." He turns his attention to Corliss and says, "Sorry mate, but this conversation is private." He grips his flash-light device inside his pocket, twists it about pointing it back at his ship, and holds the button for a moment or two. The only thing anyone should hear is a strange wavy sound.

[Myitt]

Corliss doesn't protest, but mostly because something is clicking inside the wheels of his host's brain.  That sound...it was unmistakable, sunken through the deep recesses of Michael Leicester's childhood, spent watching the BBC and hiding behind a couch when the monsters came on screen.

He takes a step forward.  "I know why you're so familiar," Mike says hesitantly, slowly regaining control of his body.  He laughs incredulously, as if what he's about to say is ridiculous.  "You're a bloody Time Lord, aren't you?"

[Darth Revan]

The Director looks at Corliss incredulously, "How do you know that name? I've never heard of you 'Yeerks', yet you know what I am? How is that possible?"

[Myitt]

Mike taps at his chest, just as incredulous...almos t star struck.  "We're...this is Mike talking, the human in this whole strange outfit.  You...you're...where I come from, there's a bloke like you on the telly.  You're a television programme, like on the Beeb.  Used to watch it all the time as a little runt, 'Doctor Who'.  Followed this alien, right, called The Doctor, and 'e 'ad..."  He waves frantically at the little wand-like device The Director is holding.  "...that thing!  Whassit...a sonic screwdriver, yeah?  Cor, just like the fecking telly!  Aw!"  Mike grins from ear to ear. 

[Darth Revan]

The Director took in as much information as he could before speaking, "'The Doctor', you say? Yeah, I know 'im. Look, I appreciate you're a fan of what we do; but this conversation is still private, and I'd be glad to talk to you later. So if you don't mind..."

[Myitt]

"Oh, erh, well the thing is, that gal you're talking to isn't supposed to leave this rock," Mike says, at first hesitant but becoming more sure of himself.  "Sorry, mate, but you've got to understand, my life's on the line if she leaves.  So are the lives of my friends.  She knows a lot about us, not to mention our location here."

[Darth Revan]

"Well she's not going anywhere. I'm just showing her my ship. As I'm sure you know, she can't steal it. So please just leave us be." The Director gestured towards the bar as he spoke the last sentence.