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[Shenmue654]

Keshin glances at Myitt looking at the screen and can't stop the look of revulsion from crawling across his face. <...this really just isn't our day, is it?>

<Nah, Kess...it isn't. But hey...before it's over...>

<It isn't over. Not yet.>

<Kess, they know. The blues have us surrounded.>

<...I won't let us die in this horrible place for no reason, Joanne. Not without a fight.>

Bull****ting will not work at this point, even done by a professional like Salem. Keshin therefore lunges for Myitt and her gun, intending to catch her off guard and take her hostage. If he's threatening one of their own, it will be that much harder for them to kill him and Joanne. "Thanks for everything, Salem," he mutters as he proceeds.

[Myitt]

Myitt, still glaring at Salem, almost has time to punch Al/Joanne/Keshin in the holographic guts.

Almost. 

She struggles and claws at Al's tuxedoed arms as Keshin grabs her into a headlock.

<Dracon...Dracon, she's going to--!> Tara yelps.

"No...you...don't..." Myitt grits, gasping for air and trying to keep her Dracon away from Joanne's grasp.

[Shenmue654]

((Myitt gave me permission to do this just because of how freaking hilarious and crazy it is. XD ))

Keshin, however, has far more motivation to fight for Myitt's gun. His life...and the life of sweet, honest Joanne...rests on him being able to get this weapon off Myitt. He therefore succeeds out of some combination of desperation and sheer adrenaline, choosing to point the gun at Myitt's head and hold her in their grip.

"Nobody move or Myitt perishes," states Keshin with a deadly serious look. This whole scenario is made weirder by the fact that he's still in Al's tacky tuxedo. "I have no idea why accidentally killing a rebel trying to kill me has prompted all of you into action. But frankly, I don't care. Let us back onto our own ship and out of this Bar, and we will let Myitt go."

[Myitt]

Myitt freezes after Keshin wrenches away the gun.  Things were looking bad. 

<Oh...I'm in a choke-hold and there's a gun to my head,> Tara snaps.  <It could be worse!>

Myitt doesn't respond, focusing instead on breathing through the vice grip on Tara's throat. 

"Don't..." she manages to gasp, before the words are choked off again.  Tara's head swims dizzily, her heart pounding in her head.  Myitt desperately claws at Keshin's arm.

[KitsuneMarie]

Tora's eyes widen and she spins towards Al--no, Keshin!--Dracon forward, as the vague suspicions she has begun to cultivate are verified. But when Keshin manages to overpower Myitt, Tora's jaw drops open. She slowly raises her Dracon towards the sky, palms forward, trying to placate the bounty hunger. "There is no need to choke her," she murmurs, her voice low, carefully setting her weapon on the floor and then showing her now-empty hands once again. "I, for one, will cooperate."

She shoots Ossanlin and Alic a pointed look, clearly suggesting she thinks they should, as well. How did things turn this bad this quickly? she wonders.

[Shenmue654]

((You know, at the rate he's been pushing Joanne's body...they might just suddenly die. XD Just slump over or at the very least go into doom while carrying Myitt. And yeah, I still need to post for Mar. Him and his unusually normal time at the Bar. ))

Keshin takes in a heaving gasp of breath, watching Tora's motions carefully. She's right in that there is no need to choke Myitt. It's tiring them out anyway. A good round of sleep would be just perfect right about now. Keshin lessens his grip, but not enough to lose his hold on the Dracon.

"That's right," he mutters carefully, glancing at the other people present in the room. "Will you do the same? I don't have all day to get out of here, you know. This Bar is a hellish curse. We should have left it ages ago."
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Mar slowly takes off his jacket and unbuttons his shirt, leaving it sort of half over his body. He throws off his boots rather carelessly and strokes his skinny chest. It's still very odd, this whole sensation of being solid underneath his coat. He's been here well over a week (at his best guess), and he still isn't used to the most basic aspects of it.

He then takes off his shirt completely and curls up in Elayne's bed. "Comfy," he mutters with a smile. "You might not have a knack for keeping an orderly living space, but you found nice sheets. Granted they aren't silk."

[Myitt]

Myitt coughs and exhales, gasps for breath, and coughs again.  A few seconds of labored breathing.

"Get off me, dapsen filth!" she hisses finally.

[Chad32]

(I don't currently have any characters inside the bar.)

Temrash looked towards the Humans that were supposed to be working for the CG, but seemed to be rebels. "While I am sympathetic towards genuine rebels of a corrupt government, I'm not sure about trusting you guys right now."

Claxter wasn't sure where Tamora and Cody went, but he was aware Sukohn had a ship in the woods out back. He decided to head towards that first.

[Myitt]

Corliss pushes back another big branch. 

"'ey, what's all the noise, then?" he says, turning to Terenia, then scrambling through the last of the woods.

He stumbles out into the clearing, where from his perspective all he can see are Salem, Alic and Ossanlin standing outside of...of a ship unlike anything he's ever seen before.

And although he can't see her, he can definitely hear the voice of his sibling's host cursing at the top of what sound like strangled lungs.

"Oh, Christ," Corliss murmurs, jogging closer to the ship and keeping his Dracon drawn.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin pulls his shredder free of its holster at the commotion.  He sees a peson in a suit at the top of the ramp...obviously Keshin from how he's speaking and the fact that he's holding a dracon to Myitt's head.  He holds the shredder at his humanoid midriff, pointed down and off to the side a bit.  <So, not working together eh human?  Looks like you and Keshin have the other mark in hand eh?>

Ossanlin looks up at Keshin with his main eyes.  <You don't have a lot of options here Keshin.  If you kill Myitt, you'll die.  End of story.  If you keep holding her hostage, you'll die.  I have very good aim...  If you let her go, you have the option of surviving.>  Ossanlin limbers his second shredder and pulls it as well, leveling it at Salem.  <Your ally can't help you out of this one...>

[Darth Revan]

((Thordon and Trey are in the bar.))

Parker scoffed, "I doubt Desmond would think you overpowered us. It's more than likely he's kept an eye on us since he left. Seeing a giant dead dino and your C.O. bleeding on the ground pretty much spells 'defeated' in anyone's book. No, the more likely is to take you hostage. However if he was willing to leave you on the surface at our mercy, then I don't think he'll have much problem killing you to get a shot at us.

"No, the best route is for Temrash and I to be up front. Our statures will fill the hallways, my shields and armor will deflect most of the fire, and Temrash can heal quickly. If the situation gets too heavy, you can protect the group with your shield guns. Can those shields travel with you? Can you walk with those active and have the shields move with you?"

[Terenia]

((One of my characters, Trey, just entered the bar. He's human, wearing a nondescript one-piece khaki uniform that is currently ripped and covered in dirt and blood. His face is also covered in dirt, blood and ash. There's a healing gash in the back of his head and a fresh cut on his chest that's bleeding a bit.


Parker's character Thordon is there as well. He looks like a dude with four arms. ))


Terenia's expression turns grim as she hears a bit of a commotion break out from ahead of them. When Corliss proceeds into the clearing she pulls out her Dracon Beam and follows, all embarassment forgotten at the potential of some new conflict.

"What is that" Terenia mutters, seeing the odd-looking ship. But Corliss has already taken off at a jog towards the ship, and Terenia has no choice but to follow, Dracon out. She halts at the base of the ramp, behind Alic and Ossanlin and slightly out of their tail range.

"What the hell is going on?" She asks, realizing that there is a man in a tuxedo holding Myitt prisoner.

[Cobra (Gymn)]

((Warren, the man is at the bar. The dog isn't there anymore.))

Dara asks, "Where should I go? Do you want me upfront since I heal fast too, or do you want me to guard our backs?"

[Shenmue654]

((There is however one person's life that Keshin would do anything or murder anyone to save.  ))

Keshin chuckles slightly, tapping the edges of the gun with his fingers. He looks nearly half-dead. He's nearly out of energy and out of time. "I have no doubt whatsoever...that a War-Prince like you has excellent aim with a shredder. But...I have my finger on the trigger and Myitt's gun is pointed at her head. Are you willing to take the risk that you can kill me before I kill Myitt and Tara? Which of us is quicker on the draw, Andalite?"

Keshin smirks, but coughs in the middle of it. "I face death every day of my life. So does Joanne. I haven't been really scared of my own death for three or four years now. Even if I surrendered, there's only one place you could get what you need to save me: my ship, War-Prince. Let me go there or I will die, no matter what you do. Could you...agh..."

Keshin winces. He can't drop his weapon, not now. "...hold yourself accountable for another murder by taking me in?"

 

[KitsuneMarie]

Tora is shocked by Ossanlin's reaction. It seems his desire for revenge outweighs his friendship with Myitt, unless he has extreme confidence in his abilities to outmaneuver Keshin.

That would be the case, she thinks disgustedly, glaring at him. It's always a question of whether Andalites are really as righteous as they claim or whether their excessive pride will cloud their judgement.

Even with the shouting of Corliss and Terenia outside, she knows the situation with Ossanlin must be diffused. <<Keep your weapons down; Keshin has a gun to Myitt's head,>> she swiftly tells Corliss.

While she speaks, Keshin responds to the War Prince; it is true that Keshin's human body looks terrible, but that could mean his limbs are under even less control now, and it would be easier for him to accidentally pull the trigger. If anything, Tora is even more nervous about the situation than she had been before. It is apparent to her that she must try to talk the War Prince down, without giving Keshin or Salem any indication that Ossanlin might not shoot. So much for my disguise, she sighs.

<<War Prince, do not look at me or change your expression, if possible. It is the human woman who is speaking,>> she tells him privately, her words quick and authoritative, although her hands are still raised as she watches Keshin anxiously. <<Myitt's life is not worth this risk. Please lower your weapons.>>


Elayne laughs, although she sounds a little flustered with embarrassment. "I'm glad you approve. You'll probably fall asleep in no time." On her way to the other half of the ship, where she plans on changing out of sight, she closes the ship's hatch.

((They're about to get boring, so Kelly and I are leaving them be for a little while.))