Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Gaz]

(Sorry about that. There's been some weather, which always interferes with the internet.  )

Gaz looked up at Keshin and was quiet for a moment.

"Not everyone in here knows it," she said, "but for a while, in our ship, when we had come back from the mission...Fletcher was, for lack of a better word...dead. He had been shot in the rescue. We found out later, when he sat up, that he wasn't dead. In fact he's part cyborg. But that's not a cheap operation, if you get my meaning and they don't give it to just anyone. Turns out, Fletcher was an inside man for the Central Government. They're secretly doing genetic experiments, using people as guinea pigs. Morgan over there is a prime example of their handy work. He had kept all that a secret from us, but had initially said he wasn't working for them when he joined Morgan's crew. He lied to us again. He had been working for the CG when he joined Morgan's crew! That was his whole mission."

Gaz stopped so she could calm down and take a sip of her rum.

Morgan just listened to her explanation, not speaking.

[Terenia]

Trey, noting the sudden exodus of his companions, stands to follow. He hesitates, though, at the sight of Corliss' set expression. This is not my business, he thinks to himself, firmly returning to a sitting position. Whatever is happening outside has nothing to do with him, and he has enough troubles as it is. Instead of following, he looks to Mar hopefully.

"I don't suppose you could right my ship?"

----

Terenia does not look back at The Director as she makes her way down the ramp of her ship. As soon as her feet touch the soft soil of the planetoid she unholsters her right Dracon Beam, gripping the handle tightly enough to turn her knuckles white. She leaves her left beam untouched in its holster. She is not expecting a firefight, just preparing herself.

<Forward,> Efaen murmurs in her mind. Terenia nods tersely to herself, placing one bare foot in front of the other, moving forward with an unusual rigidity.

<What if she is here?>

<Irrelevent,> Efaen hisses, <If she is not here, then your mission remains the same. If she is here then you have a debt to repay.>

"A debt owed to an Andalite," she snorts under her breath, but her sarcasm falls flat as she approaches the landing site for the Mirage. For a moment the ship is obscured from view among the swirling dust. A hot wind blows her hair back and she puts an arm over her mouth and nose to keep from coughing. Eventually the dust settles and the still sealed ship falls into her view, along with several other bar patrons that have emerged to witness its arrival. Including -

"Corliss," Terenia breathes, unsure if he can even hear her over the sound of the ship.

[Myitt]

"Damn," Corliss says with a frown, narrowing his eyes at the holoscreen.  "I'll have to get that masking tech from Ossanlin; either it's really good, or they just keep bloody ignoring me!" 

Wind whips at his black uniform, and he looks up at the ship again, impatient.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin nods.  <Unfortunately your subconscious will recall the information whether you can remember it or not.  Just the same as the fact that you can delete files from a computer, but they are not really gone.  We need to wipe them out.  It won't be painful, Myitt is an expert.>  Ossanlin holds the ampoule gently up to Derrel's neck, the calming effect would begin almost immediately.  The drug would simply induce a state of pure serenity...peace and calm.  <That should do it...Myitt, he's ready.>  Ossanlin stows the ampoule back in its place and looks around as the communicator beeps.  <As soon as you're done with Derrel, I need you to do the same for Sukohn and Cody, Myitt.  Thank you.>

Ossanlin goes back to the flight-deck and seals the door, commanding the comm on.  <I am War-Prince Ossanlin of the Apix Mirage, state your business.>

[Myitt]

"Uh huh," says Myitt distractedly, though it comes off a bit testy, while she hooks the companion wires gently onto Derrel's ears. 

She sits back and closes her eyes, almost instantly flipping through Derrel's memories.  The computer cube, sitting in her lap, glows a dirty green color.

<Just relax,> she tells the human again, standing in Tara's form in the scene where Derrel first meets Sukohn.  <This won't take long.>

---

"Ossanlin?" Corliss yells over the drone of the ship.  "Corliss and Mike, here.  It's good to hear your voice.  Is everyone all right, mate?  What's the delay?"

[Chad32]

"I guess." He said, taking Oss' word for it. After the spray took effect, all his tenseness and nervousness flowed away like a stream. Next he found himself at the point where he first met sukohn, except Myitt was there. He was minding his own business, looking at whatever caught his eye, when a stranger walked up to him and grabbed him. At first he thought he was being mugged, as the guy. Did he look like he had anything on him? He struggled, but the guy was too strong.

Sukohn turned his head to the side, and Derrel felt him put his ear to his. There was a moment of confusion before he felt something worm his way into his ear. He tried to scream, but the guy had a hand over his mouth. Then his entire reality changed. His body wasn't his anymore, and there was a voice in his head.

Derrel didn't want to remember this, but he didn't react much due to the sedative. If anything, it kind of embarrassed him to have someone look at how pathetically he fought against Sukohn.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin powers down the ship's thrusters and shields, but the hatches remain sealed.  <Corliss...hello.  You understand what our main mission was correct?  Well there's still the issue of sensitive information that needs to be destroyed.  Myitt's on it, it shouldn't take more than a few minutes.>

[Myitt]

"Oh, bloody hell, they're alive," Corliss says, relieved.  "You don't know what great news that is, thanks mate."

He glances at Elayne.  "See?  You were right then.  They're all right after all."

---

As quickly as Derrel relives his embarrassing encounter with Sukohn, it is gone.  Simply...gone, like a dream that vanishes upon waking.  A garble of vivid images flicker through Derrel's consciousness, and Myitt carefully excises the rest of what has happened since that first moment. 

It's over relatively quickly, and Myitt's eyes snap open.  She pinches the sides of the wires, squinting through uncomfortable tears as they worm their way back out of Tara's head.  After taking a few seconds to regain her composure, she does the same to Derrel's wires, gently slapping him on the cheek.

"Hey, kid.  Wake up.  Can you hear me?" she says, her face very close to Derrel's, lifting his eyelid cautiously.

[Terenia]

"Corliss," Terenia says again, stepping towards him.

<Do not move,> Efaen hisses, causing Terenia to hesitate halfway through her next step.

<But...they've come back.> Terenia protests, <They're alive. Maybe he'll->

<No. He will not.>

Terenia's hesitating foot settles back into the dirt. She watches Corliss for a moment, speaking into his communicator, before she turns back to the ship, a pained expression flashing over her face.

[Chad32]

"Huh?...Wuzah?" Derrel said as he started waking up. He saw an unfamiliar woman uncomfortably close to him. His cheeks flushed red when he looked at her. He took a look around, and was surprised at what he saw. He was in a metal room somewhere, with some other people. One person was on a table, and another was bound in the corner.

"Um...where are we?"

[KitsuneMarie]

Elayne leaned towards the holoscreen to watch, grinning. "That'll teach Mar to doubt my intuition." She turned her eyes back on the ship and nodded in approval. "Good. Now if they'd only get around to opening the damned hatch."

After waiting several more moments, she shifted her weight impatiently, folding her arms and glancing about. Her eyes caught a figure on the other side of the ship: it as a blond human girl. Elayne raised an eyebrow. "Is that Terenia?" she asked Corliss.

[Darth Revan]

The Director followed Terenia outside, and as he saw her withdraw her gun and make a move towards Corliss, he jumped in front of her with his hands in the air, "Whoa there! What do you think you're doing with that thing? You go from depressed to homicidal? You must be joking. Especially when it involves..." He lowers his voice and leans in a bit to make sure only Terenia can hear him, "the man you love." He stands back up to his original position between her and Corliss.

[Terenia]

Terenia, still caught up in her internal conversation stares at The Director blankly for a moment. Her eyes fall down to the Dracon that is gripped in her right hand, then back up to The Director. Suddenly she understands and winces with pain at his implications, glad that Corliss is still far enough away not to hear clearly.

"I'm not going to shoot him," she says firmly. "I'm just keeping myself protected."

[Darth Revan]

The Director stays directly in her path, "No, you're not a threat. You're a small girl in her teens. The only way anyone would have reason to harm you is if you have a gun in your hands; which, by the way, you do. When you talk to people with a gun, do you know what they hear? Nothing. They're too worried about the gun. You could say, 'I'm very sorry, I'm a better person now that I've met you and I completely love you.' You know what they hear? 'Gun gun gun gun-gun gun gun gun.' If you're worried about protection, there are plenty of people inside the bar who could help, if not, there's still my ship. You would be perfectly safe in my ship. Just lose the gun and everything will work itself out, I swear this to you."

[Terenia]

((Um, pre-teen? Terenia's like, 22))


Terenia's face flushes bright red as The Director speaks, but she does not reholster her Dracon Beam. "I do not love him," she hisses through a clenched jaw, "And I have no intentions on having a heart to heart with him right now. I'm much more concerned with the big-ass ship that just landed. Or didn't you notice it?" She gestures with her Dracon at the Mirage, still sitting with the hatch closed.

"Now if you'll excuse me," she says stonily, turning away from him and focusing on the ship. She carefully turns far enough that Corliss is no longer in her line of sight.