Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Gaz]

"Cutter is doing just fine," Asda replied. "I was just about to start closing up the injury. I got the bullet out. It wasn't deep at all. As for the young woman, I haven't been able to examine her yet. As for Morgan's wife, she hasn't woken up yet."

Morgan was still consoling Gaz. After a moment, he said, "First I'm going to go retrieve Fletcher's body from the CG ship. Surely whoever is out there won't begrudge me that. After that I'm going to take Gaz into the bar to get a drink. Asda, contact me if there's any change in my wife's condition."

Morgan walked out of the Pride and took a glance in both directions. When it seemed nothing was heading in his direction, he strode over to the CG ship.

Inside the ship, Morgan walked back down the hallway towards the containment room. Just outside the room, he saw Fletcher's body. He paused in shock for a moment. The news had affected him, but actually seeing his former crew member's body was nearly the last straw.

Morgan walked into the containment room and took a blanket from the supply cabinet. It was large enough to wrap up Fletcher's body. Solemnly, he carried Fletcher's body back to the Pride and laid it on an empty med-bed.

Asda glanced over and sighed sadly as Morgan laid down Fletcher's body, but continued in her work.

Gaz had taken Morgan's seat by Morgan's wife and was staring quietly at the floor.

[Terenia]

Efaen glances in the direction that Corliss has indicated and hisses an Andalite curse. Sure enough, moments later a low-level Dracon hits the shields, exposing the cloaked ship briefly. A few seconds after that the gutteral sound of a Hork-Bajir can be heard, ordering them out of the ship.

<Yeerk filth,> is all she says, firing up the Dracon Cannon and allowing it to do a sweep on medium-low power - not strong enough to do much damage to any ships it may encounter, but certainly strong enough to incinerate anyone unfortunate enough to be in the way. She seems a bit miffed at having to follow Corliss' advice, but says nothing, choosing instead to ignore the rebel Yeerk.

<What is happening?> Terenia demands, <Corliss, make her talk to me. What's going on?>

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"Sorry," Trey stutters, looking abashed, "I was...surprised. Who could they be looking for?" He glances over his shoulder, back towards the bar proper in wonderment, "who could they want so badly to send that many soldiers?"

[Myitt]

Corliss winces as he watches the Dracon cannon sweep through the shipyard. 

After a few seconds he leans toward Efaen, still staring out the main viewscreens.  "Perhaps you should alert Terenia of the situation," he says.  "It's only fair, you know.  She has a right to know the situation, and since you can tell her..." 

[Aluminator (Kit)]

The Hork-Bajir and the woman watched as Morgan crossed the field and entered the large ship. The Hork-Bajir seemed to be looking to the woman for guidance, but she hadn't said anything, having caught sight of the look on Morgan's face as he exited the ship. She wondered if their arrival wasn't the only excitement this place had seen today. She quietly drew her weapon and inched around to where she could get a better view inside the Pride, aiming her weapon and allowing a zoomed-in image of the interior to appear on her monocle-like device. She didn't see anything suspicious, and quickly re-holstered her weapon. Just in time, it seemed, as Morgan walked back out of the larger ship carrying what appeared to be a body. He didn't even seem to notice her, and she suspected that the body might be her target acting, but again, something in Morgan's face kept her from calling out. She noticed a few other members of her team filing into the larger ship, moving like the well-trained troops they were.

She motioned the Hork-Bajir that was with her to go join them, and he gladly obliged, bounding towards the larger craft. She glanced over her shoulder and saw that the two other Hork-Bajir were still watching her from the trees. She was grateful for that, at least. She knew their target wouldn't hesitate to kill her. She motioned them to stay put and moved closer to the door of the Pride.

She called into the ship, "Hey, y'all, I'm sorry for whatever happened down here. I jus' need to give this ship a quick once-over, and then I'll be outta y'all's hair." She felt as though she was intruding, but this wasn't her first time dealing with emotionally tense situations like this. The trick was to appear nice, and as concerned as possible.

I should just have the cruiser vape this ship, she thought bitterly, taking a careful step inside.

***

The Hork-Bajir who'd called out to the cloaked ship was shocked as a heavy Dracon beam buzzed right over her head. Two other the Hork-Bajir dove out of the way as the beam swept across the field and rolled into an upright position, grinning at each other. This was more their style. Rather than reaching for the small Dracon beams they carried, they reached to their backs and drew the larger, anti-vehicle Dracon rifles. All across the field, humans and Hork-Bajir did the same, and two of the cannons mounted on the larger craft turned towards the area as well. The team close to what they supposed was the cloaked ship backpedaled as quickly as possible, to avoid any further Dracon fire. "Moderate power. Disable the cloak and the weapon. Don't destroy the ship!" someone yelled out.

After a moment's hesitation, someone fired a shot towards where he thought the cloaked craft would be. He was wrong, and the shot caused a distant tree to explode, sending flaming sap across the landscape. Taking this as a cue, three others also opened fire into the area, firing in quick bursts, hoping to hit the cloaked ship. The rest of the team had now stopped their search and watched warily.

[Chad32]

Temrash was starting to get itchy as he heard the firing in the distance, but remained on the inside of the Pride. he didn't want anyone rushing into the ship. After the Human controller called off the Hork-Bajir controller and stepped forward, he decided she might not be too much of a risk to let inside.

"Very well. I'll let you enter and look around." He said as he stepped closer to the doorway. "Come with me, and keep your weapon holstered at all times."

[Gaz]

Morgan heard the voice at the entrance to the Pride. Why in the 'verse was someone saying they had to search his ship? All the CG officers were dead.

Morgan walked to the entrance of the ship to see the woman standing there. At full height, Morgan was a seven foot tall minotaur with dark brown hair. He was wearing a dark green short sleeved shirt and dark pants that cut off at the knee showing his hoofed feet. His build showed he was in excellent shape. He eyed the women suspiciously.

"Who are you?" he asked. "And what is it you want?"

[Aluminator (Kit)]

The woman thanked Temrash, and then stopped short as Morgan came towards her. She had shoulder-length blond hair, and in spite of regulations, she refused to wear it up. She had blue eyes that were almost unnaturally bright, and looked to be about 30 years old. She was wearing the skintight black-and-crimson jumpsuit of the humans in her unit. She had her holstered Dracon at her waste, a larger Dracon rifle strapped to her back, and what looked like a monocle over her left eye.

She thought this minotaur was trying to be intimidating, but she'd been intimidated by worse. Besides, she'd just seen that pained look on his face as he carried a body back to this ship.

"Hey. I'm Elriss 490, and I'm here with a force on behalf of the Yeerk Empire," she said, trying and failing to keep her southern drawl in check. "We're lookin' fer a human fugitive who crashed in this area. He's extremely dangerous, and I'd appreciate it if you'd let me look around for a minute so I can satisfy myself as he's not on your... lovely vessel here," she stated, as innocently and sweetly as possible. "After that, I'll be on my way, and you'll have no more trouble from us."

Sentimental ****s. Remind me to take a shower when I get back on the cruiser, she thought to herself.

[Gaz]

Morgan raised an eyebrow as he considered what he was being told. After a moment of thought, he stepped aside.

"If you insist," Morgan said. "Sooner you take care of your business, the sooner I can take care of mine."

(Going to bed, all! Good night)

[Darth Revan]

Parker heard Morgan allow the insurgents passage and stood to his full height, he stood in the med bay with his arms crossed anticipating their presence. He held the hilt of his energy sword in his exposed hand. Of course to the female, it would just look like some random bit of metal, as the blade had not yet been extended.

[Shenmue654]

Joanne tenses up immediately at the appearance of the Imperials in the Bar, resisting the urge to reach for her Dracon. Though the commander's address to the Bar indicates they aren't looking for either of them, Imperials still generally mean bad news when they aren't expecting them. Joanne slowly sits back in the stool next to Thordon.

She notes the exchange between Belzar and the commander carefully. <Hey, looks like they already found the guy.>

<Damn. No profit in it for us then.>

<Kess, is that all you think about? For all we know, these guys might like somebody who doesn' like us. We agreed not to get involved in this kinda crap in the Bar.>

<We agreed not to when there's no obvious payment. This is looking a hell of a lot more legit then our last attempt.>

<Well, whatever Kess. It's over with so we can' bother with it.>
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Mar notes Elayne following Trey into the darker areas of the Bar. A slight sneer crosses his face. Imperial soldiers appear and the first thing she thinks of is running off with that stupid boy. They wouldn't be looking for that little weakling with a force like this. Well, whatever.

Mar sits up calmly and follows Elayne and Trey, trying not to draw attention to himself and to seem part of their group. Though these men are unrelated to him, the air about them puts his mind in a place he understands better. He then glances at Elayne and states, "Leaving me behind, were you? Then again, I'm hardly on the run like this boy is. Though...they aren't looking for him, sweet Elayne. From what I can guess."

[Darth Revan]

As The Director saw Joanne's face betray her thoughts, he felt it necessary to speak up, "Ah Bounty Huntess, I'd abolish those thoughts straight away. Did'ya catch a look at the big boss's friends? He's already got two Hunters, he's not gonna need you." As the man who looks to be the leader of this army sat by the new cloaked customer, he remarked, "'Sides, looks like 'es got his bounty already."


Throdon turns around as the troops come in with their weapons drawn, "Violence. Always violence. What is wrong with this universe that everything comes to violence?"

((Myitt, would it be considered power playing or God-modding if Thordon uses his abilities on the NPC troops Aluminator brought in? He's stated many times that we can do as we like to them.

Al, Thordon can control energy, drain it, create it, transfer it. He hates violence and would like nothing more than to drain the power of your mens' guns. Did you want complete control over those troops?))

[Hunter]

(Paul L. Angel)

Lowering his rifle, he started to walk towards the group of aliens. His helmet powering down automatically, the visor raised to show a man of about 30 or so, with a black military mohawk, rough black stubble growing from his chin, with a cigar in his mouth. "I ain't seen nobody since I crashed on this damn rock."

(John Cutter)

As Asda went about closing up the wound on his ankle, he said to her with a slight chuckle "First a plane crash, now this. What's next?"

[KitsuneMarie]

Elayne whipped around as she heard someone following them, then sighed in relief as she saw it was only Mar. "I'm sorry I ran off so abruptly," she whispered to him when he neared her. "I was concerned for Trey; I thought this was the group that stranded him here in the first place." She glanced at Trey and then looked back at Mar. "You're right: it's not him they're after. But as he fits the description well enough, I thought we should just lay low until they leave. What was going on in the main room?"

[Chad32]

Temrash watched the emperial closely. None of the emperials had recognized him, even though he was sure there were huge posters of his mug at every base. These must either be different emperials, or strictly dedicated to their current objective. Hopefully they would leave soon, and he wouldn't have to worry about it.

Belzar watched as the troops approached their target. Had he done the right thing? Would they really leave as soon as they took this person away. Would it even be right to accept reward for this? He did need repair, and there was no repair facility on this planet.

[Aluminator (Kit)]

((Parker- go for it. I don't think these troops have any idea of what they're getting into by coming here Would he also drain the cloaked dude's weapon? Or no, because he hasn't seen it yet?))

Elriss walked slowly through the ship, occasionally knocking on bulkheads or bending to look under objects. She was well aware that she was an object of scrutiny here, but she had a job to do. She took some comfort in the fact that, if they did kill her, the Hork-Bajir outside would register her stopped vitals and open fire on this ship with everything they had. She arrived in the med bay, giving Asda a quick nod and her face a careful glance as she did so, raising her eyebrows when she noticed she had four arms. She took a look at the face of each body to make sure it wasn't her target. Glancing at Parker, she chuckled.

"A little tense there, big guy?"

Soon, satisfied, she sighed and moved towards the exit.

"Th'empire appreciates the help," she said with a wink to Temrash as she walked out the hatch.

I don't really care if he's hiding somewhere on that ship. I am not getting killed for this loser

***

The man walking towards Paul stopped when his visor raised. Getting a look at his face, he decided this wasn't the target.

"Ah. Well, thank you anyway, sir," he said without a second thought, turning on his heel and walking the other way.

As he walked away, the Hork-Bair that had been covering him kept a suspicious eye on Paul.

***

At the sound of weapons fire from outside, the commander narrowed his eyes and sighed.

I tell them to be cautious and they still can't resist shooting at the locals. I hope this is our guy so I can get them off this planet.

"I have this building surrounded, and I swear you won't get away from me this time," he growled as menacingly as possible. "I don't want you dead, but I'm taking you back to the Council as a prisoner or as a corpse."

He glanced around at the four Hork-Bajir in the bar, and noted with some satisfaction that they weren't threatening the locals with their weapons. Simply keeping them trained on the cloaked man, and warily watching as the customers of the bar reacted with a sort of restrained panic. Perhaps they could be taught. Some part of his mind noted the bartender, who seemed entirely unsurprised by the events taking place.

The cloaked man didn't say a word; he just smiled at the commander, only his mouth visible in the shadow of his hood.