Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Chad32]

Temrash's ship made its way out of Z-Space, and back at the bar, landing near the repair ship.

"Back at weirdness central. Last stop." He said, and opened the hatch. He left the ship, and headed to the bar to relax.

[KitsuneMarie]

Tora stares at Al before murmuring, "If I had not seen you momentarily release your hologram, I would be unable to believe you were anything but human. Because only humans are so strange." Abruptly, she snaps her mouth shut, as if realizing what she has just said. With a look of embarrassment, she hastily adds, "I suppose that is why I do not feel at home on my own planet, among my own species." Well that much, at least, is true, she thinks.

[Chad32]

When Temrash entered the bar, he looked around and saw Al. He heard the guy talking to a Human, and he sounded familiar. The Human looked familiar too. Didn't he see her with Myitt briefly once?

"Hi." He said to the male Human. "You're not Salem's pilot, are you? Your voice sounds familiar. I don't know if it was the ship, your skills, or some combination of both, but I was impressed by those evasive maneuvers. Judging from my host's memories, Myitt let Keshin go. The girl that starved a Yeerk to death because of the risks, let a bounty hunter go that has tried to kill her, successfully blackmailed her brother, and who knows what else. I suppose your partner isn't too happy with me, huh?"

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Al laughed at Tora's comment about humans. "Maybe not 'only humans' in my experience, but they're definitely an odd bunch." He'd noticed her embarrassment, and lowered his voice and smiled warmly as he said, "judging by the clientele of this place, your 'own species' would be either Andalite or Yeerk, right? Maybe Hork-Bajir, but that doesn't seem likely. And you're reminding me a lot of an Andalite I know. Sounds like you'd be perfect for Furka membership. I don't think we've ever had an Andalite before," he said with a wink.

Al looked over at Temrash when he sat down and smiled. "So you're the famous Temrash. I'm Al."

***

Salem boarded his ship and sat in the pilot's chair Al had been using earlier. There was a slight hum as he powered on the engines. The ship lifted effortlessly off the ground, the black shape hovering over the shipyard. It shuddered slightly as Salem took the control stick and swung the nose around to face the bar.

"Rough couple of days, old girl," Salem muttered, stroking the armrest of his seat. He began sending thought-speak commands and hitting controls on Al's console, causing the display to change around him. He cycled through several displays on the functions of the craft, including one that displayed hull damage- nearly all of the damage the ship had taken during the past several firefights it had been in seemed to have repaired itself. He finally settled on the display that showed the outside world as a brilliant array of neon colors- in particular, he was looking for bright pink areas that represented people. From his vantage point, he could see everybody in and near the bar. He ordered the computer to run an analysis on each of them and see if anyone matched Myitt's scan from earlier. When it found no matches in the immediate vicinity, he sighed and began to circle the bar slowly.

[Gumby]

Fishers attention then settled on large minotaur which greeted him, identifying itself as "Captain Odysseus Morgan." Fisher's magnum immediately settled on the creatures chest as Fisher let out a wild.

"What the bloody hell are you?." After it asked him to lower his weapon, Fisher replied, looking at him suspiciously. "How about you just explain to me what you are, why that guy's dead, and how you can help me?"

[KitsuneMarie]

Tora glances at Temrash as he sits nearby, but before she can respond, her attention is drawn to Al as he speaks up again. Her eyes narrow as he speaks more softly and, despite shifting closer to him to hear what he says, the rest of her body language only reflects coldness. Her arms fold and she assumes a highly guarded expression. Choosing not to respond at all, although her interest in "Furka" is certainly piqued, she turns her gaze on Temrash.

It was a mistake to come into the bar, she sees now. The best she can do is leave as quickly as possible, before anyone else makes any accurate assumptions about her. Perhaps Corliss will find Myitt and give her an excuse to depart momentarily.

In the meantime, she remains silently perched on her barstool, arms still crossed, eyes narrowed, eyebrows drawn low, watching Al and Temrash.

[Chad32]

Temrash notes Tora's unfriendly expression. "Now now. Why the sour look? I believe I've seen you before. Do you remember me?"

[Gaz]

"Let me see how I can sum this up," Morgan said, "ten years ago I was a normal man with a new family. The dead man in question had a vendetta against me. Had my family taken away and myself used as a human guinea pig for a secret government project. Genetic engineering. I was a captive for 5 years. Ever since I've been forced to be a smuggler. In other words, yes, I captain a pirate ship. Recently discovered my family was still alive, I had believed them dead. That man on the ground was the one responsible for their pain, mine and the pain of so many others. He was one of a handful of high-up corrupt government officials. The 'verse is better off without him."

Morgan waited to see if the explanation would be suitable enough. Even if it wasn't. It was the truth.

"And thanks to that man," Morgan added a moment later, "I just buried a valued member of my crew. A good friend who died too young. His cousin is inside the bar, only surviving family member and she's not taking it too well."

[KitsuneMarie]

((FYI, in Chad's previous post, originally Temrash indicated to Al that Tora was Myitt's friend, a Rebel, and an Andalite. We decided in the OOC thread, after Chad edited his post, that we would revert back to the original, but since we can't retrieve it, I'm posting this clarification here.))

Tora's mouth falls open in incredulity. "Will you stop talking?" she hisses. <<Why would you assume that we could trust this android?>> she demands in private thought-speech. <<And would you imagine I would be so foolish as to believe that you are joining the Rebellion without verification from Myitt or the others? And since you seem to be aware of my species, I would ask you to kindly not tell everyone you meet. I do not project this information to the entire universe for a reason, fool.>>

Disgusted, she stands from her barstool, although she grabs the redin before she takes a step away. "Thank you for the drink," she murmurs to Al. "And the company," she adds. With a sigh, she mutters, "But I should be going now."

[Chad32]

Temrash wondered why this Andalite was bent on keeping her species unknown. Did she not realise this whole place was full of rebels. Who cared if people knew she was a rebel? What had he said in front of Al that the guy didn't already know. He leaned over to Al. "Obviously the girl doesn't want people to know she's a rebel. In a place full of rebels. That's something you learn soon enough around here." He said quietly.

"If you're trying to stay hidden from the universe, don't come to a bar." He said to Tora, turning her back on her to face Al.

[Terenia]

Terenia takes a hearty gulp of her redin, welcoming the burn in her throat; relishing the fact that she can feel anything, even if it is just liquid fire. Through her haze of dispassion she notes that there are really very few people she recognizes in the bar. One of the pirates is there, looking about as glum as her, and Temrash the Hork-Bajir Controller has just re-entered. He is talking to Tora and a stranger. Terenia briefly considers going to speak with Tora - she had witnessed Tamora's death, after all - but rejects the idea. She is not particularly eager to be a part of a crowd at the moment.

[KitsuneMarie]

Tora watches Temrash with ever-increasing irritation. Remaining only a step away from her stool, she slips the communication device from her holster pocket once again. She mimes compressing the transmission button, although it should be impossible for Temrash to tell she is faking from the angle at which he is sitting. With utter clarity, she says, "Base, this is Tora. I have a message that must be immediately conveyed to Reven: Please override any permission given to one 'Temrash' to join the Rebellion. He cannot be trusted to keep the smallest of secrets. Over."

Putting the device away with a grim smile, she turns her back on them and strides towards the door, redin still in hand.

[Chad32]

"Oh no. I think little Tora must be a higher up over there. Oh well. I wouldn't want to work for anyone that uptight anyway." He said. He was a bit nonplussed by not being allowed into Reven's rebellion, but this wouldn't wreck his current plans.

<Not want to work for Hruthin anyhow.> Jagill said.

[Terenia]

Terenia notices Tora pulling away from the crowd. She balks for a moment, not really wanting to go through with her plans, and yet feeling obligated. Wracking her memory for the woman's name she finally, slightly late, clears her throat and calls out to her.

"Tora?"

[Cobra (Gymn)]

As Kevlin heads over to the bar he notices a man holding a gun on a Minotaur. He leaves his Dracon holstered but undid the magstrip. He walked over behind the man. "Now, Now. What's going on over here?"