Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Shenmue654]

((Heheh. I could have Mar unintentionally bump into Alic as he's going back to the Bar, looking for a doctor. And welcome back to the Dark Side, Alic! Mar really does bake excellent cookies. :3 ))

[Darth Revan]

((Yeah, you could have Mar ask Alic where the "four-armed doctor" is.))

[Myitt]

Yay, welcome back Patty! You can say that Alic ran after Myitt and Corliss. She hasn't posted in a while either, where'd she go?))

((Two words: Grad school >.<  And yay, Patty!  Yeah come back and join my poor infatuated British Controller, my drunk ****, and my dead guys!

Please tell me if I need to fix anything in here, I don't have a lot of time to read up on the details, sorry guys!))

Corliss jogs through the woods, following the sounds of voices.  He reaches the clearing where Temrash's ship has deposited itself. 

"What the bloody hell's going on here?" he demands, noticing Ossanlin looking in pretty bad shape outside the ship.

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Myitt's boots crunch along the gravel as she weaves through the shipyard toward the trees.  She's staring intently down at the little holoscreen, which should be leading her toward Temrash's ship...or at least, a Bug fighter with an Imperial signal.

"Great, now he's run off to who knows where, chasing some girl, and I still don't know where Hadrin's gone off to, and Keshin could pop out of a trash can at any ****ing minute," Myitt mutters in a continuous stream while she walks.

[Chad32]

Finally Temrash saw Myitt, watching her holoscreen. "Myitt! Hey!" He called from afar. He jogged over to catch up.

"Hey Myitt. I need to talk to you. This is probably going to tick you off, and I guess I'm partly responsible for it. See, I had Keshin contained on my ship. Only this guy calling himself Salem busted him out. I gave chase to his ship, but I couldn't catch it, and Keshin's on the ship. Now Salem's trying to help Ossanlin who's wounded."

"Myitt, Hadrin and his host are dead. Keshin shot them, and the wound was too sever for a simple medkit to fix. Even if I had run out to get Asda or something, he would have still died too quickly. I'm sorry. I suppose we really should have just let terenia go and be done with her. I know Ossanlin wouldn't have liked letting another Andalite controller go, but this is war and that's just too bad. The Andalite's just a drop in the ocean of involuntary controllers out there."

(Is Tora with Myitt? Should Temrash notice her?)

[Shenmue654]

Joanne nods and quickly gets the idea, first guzzling some of the water. The run was exhausting, as was being thrown around this ship like a rag doll. That's going to leave some serious bruising. She then squirts some of the gauze onto her wound and applies it as carefully as she can. Keshin's done something like this enough times for it not to be an awkward motion.

Joanne then looks up at Al and nods tiredly. "Th...thanks. We owe you guys real big. Though we still dunno why you were wantin' to save us. Can you tell us that now?"
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Mar eventually drops in front of the Bar and dashes into it quite quickly. He has no time to idly wander. His only friend other than Elayne might be dead before he can make it back.

He then pushes open the Bar's double doors and calls out as loudly as he can given that he's short of breath, "I have heard that a four-armed doctor is inside this Bar! Has anyone seen him at all? There is someone in grave medical condition outside!"

[Darth Revan]

The Director saw Mar fly overhead and run into the bar. He made a slight mention, "Huh, I wonder what's got him so excited?"

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Salem finished tying a crude but workable splint around Ossanlins's leg and shook his head at Parker. "He's going into shock. He's delirious. I'm not sure he understands us."

He glanced at Terenia. "Can you talk to him? He thinks we're Yeerks."

He picked up the plank that Elayne had deposited and shuddered at the thought of what he was going to try to do. He turned to Thordon. "Will you be able to tell me if the energy flow through his spinal cord changes? I'll need to go slow, and I'll need to stop if there's danger of damaging it."

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Al smiled at Keshin and pushed himself off the floor. He spoke as he walked to the rear of the ship.

"I wish I could. This is really Salem's show. I've given up trying to understand what goes through his mind. For all I know, he just wanted to bust you out for the thrill of it." He smacked the wall, which folded outward to reveal a cot, fully made up with blankets and pillows.

"In case you want somewhere more comfotable to sit," he said. He stroked the wall again and the display across the interior of the ship changed, showing a detailed map of the ground and surrounding area on the floor. As he looked at it, he said, "He's still alive, but he must have gotten sidetracked. I'm just waiting for him to call."

[Darth Revan]

Parker shook his head, "It doesn't matter. Stop talking to him like you're salem, or a friend. He's identified you as a Yeerk. Speak to him like a Yeerk. Tell him what he needs to hear so that he can morph and fix himself. Once he's back to normal, then we can straighten out the details. For now just say what needs to be said, who cares if it's true. Tell him we're going to infest him and the only way he could save himself is to morph a form big enough to fight us, or something small enough to flee from us."


Thordon looked to Salem, "Your repairs are tedious and useless. He doesn't need a stretcher, he needs to morph. His internal injuries are what is killing him, not these superficial wounds. I would suggest concentrating your efforts towards more communication than first aid."

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Salem was getting frustrated. Everyone seemed to think that healing Ossanlin was a simple process of talking him into morphing. He began running his fingers gently along the Andalite's spine, not looking up from Ossanlin's face as he spoke. He did his best to stay calm.

"Have any of you ever been this dazed? Morphing isn't easy at the best of times. Even if we get through to him, I don't know if he can start the process. I'll keep talking to him. Getting him to morph would be so much easier than what I'm doing." Now his voice began to rise. "But this Andalite does not get to die just because we couldn't keep him alive until he was aware enough to morph!" By the time he finished, Salem was very nearly shouting at Ossanlin.

He clenched his lips shut tight and began gingerly trying to lift Ossanlin's head and maneuver the plank behind it and down along his back. In spite of his outburst, he took Parker's advice. He returned to using a soft, calm voice towards Ossanlin.

"Time to morph, War Prince. It's the only way to escape."

<<Can't let the Yeerks infest you, Andalite. Have to morph. Have to get away.>>

[Alic]

((mkay... I shall let Mar bump into me! I'll be prepared.. I'll make a short post, and I'm flying to see Myitt tomorrow. I'll post tomorrow before I leave and on the plane if I am permitted to use my phone. Thanks for welcoming me back. I haven't paid attention to every detail but have read over a few posts, if I need to fix something let me know. But if I am using my phone, I cannot edit from there.)) ((edit:: My bad... See what a few drinks do? I skipped.. Editing below post....))


Alic had noticed everyone leave the bar, and shrugged to herself, sipping her newly poured... What was it? Who knew. It was strong and tangy and did the trick, and that was all that mattered. There seemed to be something going on outside, maybe a little bit away, but Alic knew that Ossanlin could reach her at any moment with though speech, or someone would let her know. Instead of worrying about what may be occurring, she sat at the bar taking in her drink.

She set her drink down hard as Mar had come into the bar asking for a doctor. All of her friends were outside, what the hell was she thinking not being there? She jumped off the stool, knocking it over, and rushed past Mar without asking who was hurt. If it was someone who didn't matter, then fine, but she had to know.
 A few steps out of the door, Alic began to demorph. Even if the scene wasn't too far away, she needed her speed and soberness. A few moments later she was running on four legs to her friends.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((Not ignoring you Parker, Ossanlin has sustained serious medical injuries, they're worse than they appear.  He's delirious, demented...he has almost no mental faculties at this point.  His memory has become confused.  He doesn't know anyone, at least he doesn't think he does.  A strangely-armored humanoid would cause confusion and possibly fear.  A four-armed being would as well.  The only reason he's responded to Salem at all is because Salem used something that's ingrained in almost every Andalite from the moment of birth through experience, otherwise he'd be nothing more than an incoherent lump of muscle and bone babbling about things from his past.))

Ossanlin tries to wrench his head away from Salem's grasp, thinking perhaps he's trying to hold his head down to shove a slug into his ear-canal.  <Morph...defenseless ...hrr...human...th ought-speech?...no, something's wrong...drugs?  I...unh...>  His breathing becomes more labored and it becomes even more difficult for him to formulate cogent thought-speech.  Why couldn't he move his tail...?  He could take his head now...then they wouldn't infest him and exploit his knowledge.  His blurry stalk eyes catch glimpses of people with too many arms and some sort of robotic android that was holding him down...the other andalite...what was going on?  A semi-clear thought forces it's way through his mind.  <Morph...?  You want that...you...why?  So I'm defenseless...only reason...I'll take your heads off...>
Post Merged: September 04, 2010, 03:34:13 AM((Oh hey Patty, Mar actually yelled for a "four-armed doctor" already.))

[Darth Revan]

((Yeah, that's what I figured. No worries.))

When Parker heard Ossanlin threaten to take their heads, he felt relieved. Salem got through, "Okay, keep him going. Play along. Get him to defend himself. Convince him his only chance to survive is to morph. Keep at it. It's working."

[Chad32]

<I think the doctor is on her own ship.> Claxter said loudly to Mar. <Who is injured? What has happened.>

"Go ahead and check it out. I'll stay here."

<You didn't stay in your seat last time!>

"Oh come off it! I have a bum leg now. Tell you what. Next time I get the urge to save someone's life I'll just let them die! That make you happy?"

<Don't. Go. Anywhere.> He said, and exited the building. Alic had left as well, and after a bit of looking outside he found a crowd huddled around something.

<Who is injured?> He asked as he trotted over, not yet seeing who it was.

[Shenmue654]

Joanne slowly stands up and slumps onto the cot provided. She's feeling a little better, which is thankful. She can now begin conversing with Keshin again. Not that he wasn't there the entire time, but her own split-second reaction times were better for what was happening at the time. <You okay, Kess?>

<How is it that we seem to get mixed up in this sort of thing? Do you just draw chaos to yourself wherever we go?>

<Hey, it ain' my fault that we went for killin' the ****!>

<True, true. But who would've thought that she had so many friends? Let's just sort this out for now. That Salem guy has to contact us sooner or later. Makes me wonder why the hell he hasn't yet.>

Keshin then shrugs at Al, retaking control. "Yeah, kind of bizarre isn't it? Good thing we didn't get any more head injuries from being shoved around the ship like that. So you've known him all these years and you can't explain his rationale for doing things either? No wonder you're in so much trouble."
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Mar glances rapidly around the room in utter fear and then darts out of the Bar to follow Claxter, stating, "Do you know which ship is theirs? I have to get to that doctor as quickly as possible. I am the only Death god within a hundred-mile radius of this place. If Ossanlin begins to die, I will instinctively attempt to free him of his body. I cannot afford to do this. I..."

Mar shivers uncontrollably. "...Ossanlin is my friend. If he changes his form, he won't remember me. He won't act the same."

[KitsuneMarie]

Elayne passes quite a number of individuals on her way back to the Bar, including three Andalites. She has not realized there are so many present on the planetoid. If you don't hurry, there may be one fewer present in a moment, she reminds herself and speeds her pace into a jog. Once inside, it does not take much effort to find the battered white metal case, considering how much the Bar has cleared out. She crawls halfway under a table to snag it from the place where it is lodged, straightens, and turns to leave. In the timing of their respective rushes, she entirely misses Mar.


Tora swivels an eyestalk towards Myitt as she worries aloud. <It is probable we will find them soon, considering--,> she begins to say, but she cuts herself off as a Hork Bajir approaches them rather quickly.

Just after he begins speaking to Myitt, however, Tora is entirely distracted by a young Andalite female running past them, not fifty feet away, followed by an Andalite male. At this, Tora backs away towards the forest, all four eyes wide. She is stunned that neither Andalite has seemed to have noticed her, and she wonders how grave the trouble ahead must be for her to entirely escape both their notice. Whatever it is, she is momentarily grateful. Hidden in the relative obscurity of the forest, she morphs back to human, watching the Hork Bajir speak with Myitt from afar behind the cover of alien foliage.

Careless! she berates herself. It will not do for any of them to know who she is or for whom she has been working for the past seven years. She rarely thinks about the bounty on her head, but right now, it's on the forefront of her mind.