Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Gaz]

"We're together now," Morgan said as he knelt down and encompassed both Andromeda and Silver in a strong embrace. "If anyone tries to do anything to either of you ever again...they won't live long enough to regret it."

Meanwhile, Asda was helping Fletcher back to the medical bay onboard The Pride. Her two left arms were supporting him. She saw Morgan, Andromeda and Silver together and smiled. It was nice to see the family reunited at last.

"Sit here for a second," Asda said to Fletcher.

Asda walked over to the group and said, "I hate to break this family moment up. But I know what to do to make sure we don't have a repeat of what just happened, now that I know what we're dealing with."

[Midnight_Huntress]

Silver hugged her family tightly. She looked up at Asda as she came over. "What's that?"

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin furrows his brow at Terenia.  He was usually pretty decent at reading people, it came with the territory, but her he couldn't figure out.  She was an enigma for the ages.  He glances up at Parker.  <Thank you for your assistance...I was obviously incapacitated, I appreciate the help in getting me to...apparently a safe environment.>  Ossanlin glances over at Corliss, switching to regular speech.  "Been awhile Corliss...I can't say I would've expected you to help me considering how we parted, but I guess 'crazy' runs in your family.  Either way I appreciate your assistance as well."

Ossanlin glances back to Terenia.  "You know, I think I might be hallucinating...bec ause everything you just said is not something Terenia would say, least of all to me, the secondary root of all her problems.  What is it the humans say...a royal pain in her ass...yes I think that's it.  What with all my strange morals and loyalties and such.  The imagination is a powerful thing I suppose...pleasant to talk to a Terenia that doesn't want to rip my tail off and slice my throat with it, even if she is a figment of my imagination."  He lays back into the sling, closing his eyes and rubbing his face, completely unconcerned about his nudity...after all, it's all a dream, and even if it isn't, when have andalites ever been self-conscious about being nude?

[Chad32]

"Myitt, Alic, and an unknown Human are borrowing my ship, searching for salem. I hope they'll be alright. The ship I can replace, though I'd prefer not to lose my supply of Kandrona cells and machines. I mainly hope Myitt will come back alive and in one piece. I don't really care for Alic, and don't even know the Human who likely isn't an actual Human." Temrash said to Gaz conversationally.

Since Silver ran out in a panic, Cody was back to not having much to do. He tapped the bar counter out of boredom.

[Terenia]

Tamora regards the human version of Prince Ronny with only a fraction less trepidation. She keeps her hands clutched firmly around her drink and watches him suspiciously, not volunteering any words to add to the conversation.


"I'm not a dream you grass-eating moron," Terenia snaps, temper flaring up slightly. She bites her lip, to prevent any more scathing words. Instead, she forces herself to speak calmly, an act that takes visible effort, "You've caused me a lot of problems, yeah. In fact, thanks to you, indirectly, I have a hit the size of Wisconsin on my head. Not to mention that dapsen sister of mine lurking in the shadows. But..." she falters, trying to remember what she had felt in the woods when Ossanlin was unconscious. What was it that made her decide to drop her vendetta?

"Look," she says, unconsciously moving closer to Corliss, as though he can protect her from her own words, "You've made my life hell the past few days, but you also just almost died trying to get to the person who tried to kill me. I guess...I guess even though everything you have done has hurt me, that wasn't what you meant. You were trying to help. You truly thought that you were doing right by me and right by my situation and..." she takes a deep breath, a funny sort of tightness suddenly growing in her chest, "and I can't be angry at anyone who legitimately tries to help me. Even an Andalite.

"So - I guess what I'm saying is - I mean....I'm sorry. I'm sorry I made things more difficult on you. I'm sorry I didn't give you straight answers. I'm sorry that I bailed on your trip back to Earth. I'm sorry that I told Visser Three that you were there. I'm sorry that-" her voice catches and she falls silent. The tears are back again and she finds herself wondering why she finds herself crying so damned often in this place.

"I'm just sorry," she finishes lamely in a barely intelligible whisper.

[PrinceRonny]

"Your accent, more than anything. It's one I heard often on Earth. Forgive me, as I said, much has changed since i was last in this...rift in space. I have been out of touch a long time." *sitting on the chair, somewhat stiffy as this particular chair appears made for a completely non-humanoid species, I regard the director again, attempting to block out the ruckus from another part of the bar as someone bolts out the door and another follows. It's moments like these where I wish humans DID have stalk eyes. It would be impolite to break this conversation, but I'm curious beyond measure of who and what is going on.*

"About twelve years ago this bar was a completely different place, but as happens, things changed. THe patrons drifted away. In the aftermath of that exodus, I was on a mission for the Fleet and, long story short, ended up in a vacuole for a few moments which, as it turns out, were that 12 years outside of it."

*I clear my throat, unused to talking this much in human form, as it had been years since my time on Earth*

Time passed differently there. In a moment I was over a decade into my future. The Homeworld had thought me lost in action years before and declared me a war hero, a dead one. My return, as you can imagine, caused a bit of a commotion among some of the higher-ups. But, I'm here now. Been free of my temporary prison for several months, and thought that I might see what became of this place."

[Darth Revan]

The Director nods in understanding, "I actually escaped a situation like that. My planet was in a fearsome battle with a race of supremists. There was a situation that almost demanded that our two species be placed in a Time Lock, but I with the help of a couple friends, we were able to isolate the Time Lock around just our enemies. It's not a complete victory by any means, but they are detained."


Parker nodded to Ossanlin acknowledging his gratitude. He was about to ask if his presence was still needed, but Terenia's conversation turned urgently private, so he remained quiet. He was fairly surprised at Terenia's reaction to this whole process. Apparently the walls surrounding her heart were starting to fall. She was showing personal interest in Corliss, and genuine concern for someone she expressedly hated not an hour ago. Parker smiled behind his helmet at the personal progress she had made.

[PrinceRonny]

"That is...good, I suppose." *I clear my throat, unsure of how to proceed* "There seems to be much going on around here. Missions, battles, all sorts of commotion." *I lean forward, lowering my voice to a near-whisper*

 "I want to make a name for myself again. There are some I have heard mention of who would remember me, but those days are long past, and though it may seem like I am trying to live in them, I want to start anew. The Fleet does not seem to want me as more than just a figurehead these days. I want to make a difference. Be useful again." *I sigh*

[Terenia]

Despite her silence and suspicion, Tamora can't help but snort derisively as Ronny leans forward and talks of making a difference. She does not speak, only stares down at the water in her glass, but her disapproval of his statement is clear.

[Myitt]

((HI RONNY!  It's Tara

I have three characters in the bar right now:

Myitt 195 - the same old Myitt you remember, only older and grouchier, if possible x3  Her host is named Tara LaFauci (a not-so-clever amalgam of my nickname--my real name is Taormina but hell, everyone calls me Tara--and my mom's maiden name x3  Basically, me in an alternate universe.  It's what happens when you're 14 and want to be a Controller, I guess!)

Corliss 382 - Myitt's brother, his host Mike Leicester is a 28-year-old white guy from the Liverpool suburbs.  You might remember him, too.  He's also a part of the Yeerkish rebellion.

Hadrin - A friend of Corliss' and Myitt's, he and his host Justin recently betrayed Tamora's former Yeerk as a part of Hadrin's subterfuge mission as a Yeerk rebel on an Empire ship.  He and Justin were just killed by a stray shot from Keshin/Joanne (a Yeerk/human bounty hunter combo).

Sorry for the delay you guys, I just got back from some weekend field work.  I'll post soon! ))

[Aluminator (Kit)]

((Hey, I just thought- is Salem's little sonic cigar thingy still wedged into the seat on Temrash's ship?))

[Chad32]

(Hmm...I don't think I directly posted that Temrash took it out. So yeah, he didn't do a ship check and it is still there. Though since the ship is on the move, it's probably rolled around a bit. It very well could be visible now.)

[Darth Revan]

The Director leaned in as Ronny had to share in the "secret". After Ronny had indulged them of his plans, he leaned back and looked off into nowhere thoughtfully. He seemed to come to a conclusion and started nodding his head. He looked right in Ronny's eyes and shook his head, "No clue how to help. Sorry, I only just got here m'self. I met with Terenia, this one's sister, talked with her a bit, then I got into a convo with Tamora here. I have managed to piss off a couple other patrons and suggest one person cease existing, but other than that, I'm not really well known either."

[Gaz]

Before Asda could say anything, her portable computer made a sound. She had been running a brain scan on Fletcher to make sure there was no residual effects from his heart stopping.

"I don't believe this," Asda said, "Fletcher has a chip in his brain too. Just like Silver's."

"If there's a chip in my brain too," Fletcher said from where he was, "I want you to test what you're going to do on me first. If something goes wrong I want it to be me you find out on...not her."

"Are you sure, Fletcher?" Asda asked.

"Just do it," Fletcher insisted.

Asda walked over and knelt next to Fletcher. In her hand was a small device. She held it up next to his head.

"I shouldn't have to remove the chip," she explained, "all I need to do is deactivate it and everything should return to normal."

Asda pressed a couple of buttons on the device and waited. It wasn't long before something happened.

Fletcher was quiet for a long moment before he took in a large breath and shook his head like there was something he couldn't believe. Though judging by his face, it wasn't something he wanted to.

"No," he said, "no. Should have let me die. It would have been better if you had just let me die!"

[Shenmue654]

((Sorry for the delay everybody. I was on important goofing off business. XD ))

Keshin smirks at Salem as he slowly figures out the Bar's more interesting attributes. He states with a shrug, "Them's the breaks, I'm afraid. Regulars know that getting back to your own world isn't really an issue. As soon as you try and go anywhere else you get automatically redirected to your home dimension. But the thing is..."

Keshin looks at Salem a bit awkardly, as if he's not really sure of what he's about to say himself. "...I don't really know what would happen if we both tried going back to your universe. We're at the very least from two different points in the same timeline. At worst, we're not from the same place at all. Plus...it's kind of hard to get around to leaving the Bar. You'll see what I mean eventually."
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Mar leans on Elayne slightly, wandering about the shipyard with her in an almost vain attempt to find his friend. He's not even sure what he's supposed to be looking for. His aura sense is so vague that all he knows is that Ossanlin is alive and not completely coherent. And somewhere in one of these ships. Great.

Mar chuckles rather darkly. "This...this is ridiculous. I am leaning on a woman I should be protecting because I'm so weak that prolonged flight can tire me out. I cannot find a friend of mine because I can no longer pinpoint exactly where he is. At any other time, I could have moved us to Ossanlin instantly and been of real help to you."