Galaxy's Edge Space Bar

[Chad32]

Spectacular. He said, trying not to sound sarcastic. Though would theta even recognize sarcasm?

<I will never do anything to you against your will, Efaen.> Claxter said kindly. <Hopefully something can be arranged. Yes, someone came in that looked like Tamora, wearing an Imperial Uniform. I heard a little of her talking to Corliss, and it seems there is a new Zorish here. I don't know how she would react to you, though she passed by and didn't take notice of you before.>

[Terenia]

<So one version of Terenia's sibling has become Taxxon meat while another walks freely,> Efaen muses. <Or as free as any individual can walk under Yeerk control. Intriguing. This place is very strange. I suppose I will see the truth of it soon enough; I am going to attempt to reason with the rebel Corliss. Perhaps this time he will hold his fire.>

She offers Claxter an Andalite smile, then glances at Theta nervously. <I wish the both of you luck in your current endeavors, whatever they may be. If you need me at any time before I leave, do not hesitate to call for me.>

She turns to continue towards the bar.

[Myitt]

Corliss fixes Zorish with a wary stare.  Slowly, carefully, he takes the Sub-Visser's weapon with his right hand, placing it in the single holster at his left hip.

He keeps his own Dracon drawn, but aimed at the floor, at his left side. 

"Myitt is quite far from here, at the moment," he concedes.  "But if you insist, perhaps I can try to contact her through my personal computer.  It's the next best thing to meeting in person, I suppose.  Would that be acceptable, Sub-Visser?" His lip curls in revulsion at the title.

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Salem grinned, "I guess that's a fair answer. So... are you with the Rebellion then? Or've you just decided Corliss seems like a really quality kind of guy?"

He glanced over at Corliss, just in time to see Zorish offering his weapon. Salem sighed, his hand instinctually inching towards his own holstered weapon. In spite of Illim's assertion, Salem was fairly convinced that Corliss was... less than stable. He wasn't sure why everyone seemed so intend on trying to talk to Corliss in a reasonable manner. It might just be his natural charisma. That, Salem thought with a smirk, could make him dangerous.

[Terenia]

"Quite," Zorish says with a small smile. His shoulders relax slightly as their conversation seems to progress in a favorable direction. "You are not fond of Imperial titles," Zorish notes with a small tilt of his head. "I suppose that means I was right about there being a bounty on your head. Nevermind the fact that few loyal followers of the Empire would bother to stop at this particular trash heap."

"For now," Zorish says, smirking slightly, "I'll ask you to please dispense with the formalities you seem to loathe so much. I am no Sub-Visser here. Merely Zorish. How will we proceed in contacting your brother, then?"

[AmberKatira]

Ewa frowned at Salem's reaction and hasty departure.  Does he have no knowledge of his own costume?  Why dress like that then?  It did stand out--well, a little bit anyways.  There was so much diversity here that it was hard to be sure.

She resumed a less dramatic stance, pursing her lips and drumming her fingers on the bar.  Normally, she might chalk the whole thing up to him being an incompetent audience participant, but he seemed too interactive for that.  Not that any of this had much resemblance to what scapes were supposed to be.

Although she was tempted to follow Salem and question his reaction directly, the situation between Corliss and Zorish still felt tense.  It would be best to keep an eye on that until they actually left the bar.  Watching Salem talk with another human on the other end of the bar, it seemed he had a thing for being overly friendly and prying towards people who did not return the favor.  I believe the word for that is "smarmy", she thought with half a smirk.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin feels much stronger now, strong enough to support his andalite form.  He begins the demorphing process and very quickly is back in his natural body.  <Things feel so much more stable with four limbs on the ground.>  Ossanlin swishes his tail a few times over his back, glad to have the appendage back again.

Ossanlin pulls out his transponder and auto-detects Efaen's signal.  <I wish you good fortune in persuading Corliss and Reven.  Remember, if you go to the Rebellion under any circumstances without Reven agreeing to my terms, your desertion will be assumed.>  He nods slightly, turning toward the bar entrance.

He looks at Serid slowly approaching.  <<Aristh, are you in good order?>>  Ossanlin attempts to ask after Serid's health without the question seeming offensive or belittling.

[Myitt]

"Very well then, Zorish," Corliss says, keeping his Dracon in one hand and retrieving the little blackish gray cube from the other side of his uniform.  "Contacting my brother is a simple matter.  Whether or not she'll answer the hail is another matter entirely."  He smiles blandly and sets up the holoscreen to Myitt's encrypted signal.

[KitsuneMarie]

Illim follows Salem's gaze, although he is more interested in who Corliss might be calling with his comm than their exchange of firearms. "What makes you think it's one or the other?" he asks, swinging his head back to Salem. "I have my own reasons for following him around." Jerking his thumb at Zorish, he says, "So who is she, really?"


Serid gives a slow nod as he closes the gap between him and the Andalite. It is difficult not to watch him return to his natural form without some level of resentment and jealousy bubbling up, but a quick reminder to himself that this is the individual who will attempt to help him regain his own body quashes most of the negative feelings.

"And you, War-Prince?" he asks, stopping before him. "I was... most impressed by your performance during the battle."

[Terenia]

<I understand, my Prince,> Efaen says, stepping past Claxter and Theta and making her way to the bar. She pauses upon reaching the entrance, her stalk eyes scanning the crowd for Corliss. When she finally spies him her main eyes narrow at the sight of his companion.

Claxter was correct; that Yeerk filth is a carbon copy of my human morph, she realizes. From the doorway she watches their interactions closely - it seemed as though Corliss was doing something with his computer. His expression seemed no more cordial than the last time they interacted, and Efaen decides that perhaps she should allow him to finish. She sees no one else in the bar that she can count as an ally, and after a moments hesitation decides that if she cannot speak to Corliss she may as well remain close to him in some form. Straightening her shoulders she approaches the bar near Illim and Salem.


Zorish watches Corliss work with a small smile on his face. "So, Corliss," he says congenially as he waits. "I'm curious. What on Madra made you abhor the Empire so much? I am fairly sure the look of hatred you gave me is one I've only witnessed from our hosts, until today." His smile grows wider; clearly Corliss' dislike of him is not bothersome in the least.

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Salem nodded. He hadn't really expected Illim to be completely open with him.

"Her?" he asked, in response to Illim's question. "She's a Sub-Visser named Zorish, apparently. From what I can gather, she came here to investigate her own death... or the death of the version of her that was here before." He noticed the female Andalite approaching. Had he scanned her? He tried to think back... such a haze lately. So much seemed to happen in this place... how long had it been since he'd slept? Time seemed to mean almost nothing at this bar...

He shook his head. As long as he was still feeling reasonably alert, there was no reason to be concerned, right?

"This bar is subject to some really weird anomalies," he said offhandedly, not really expecting a response. "Kinda piques my curiosity. I wouldn't know where to start when it comes to investigating that kind of thing."

[warren_bearclaw]

"...I'd said no tomatoes..." Jasper muttered under his breath.

He and Sapttus had left for the bar a short while ago, and of all things, they were suddenly overcome with a desperate need to run to the restroom. Afterwards, they'd grabbed a seat at the bar, where Jasper ordered a sandwich. Salami, ham, and turkey, cheddar cheese, lettuce, and hot mustard. And no tomato. Just like he'd always had back on earth. It was such a relief that this place had the same foodstuffs as he was used to. Neither of them were sure how they'd survive otherwise. Sapttus may have been fine with it, but Jasper would have gone insane eating nothing other than oatmeal for weeks on end. He'd called the bartender over, who'd left with a smile, without a word, to carry out his request. Jasper looked at the other bar patrons. Was... he supposed to pay this guy? He happened to have some just a bit of cash, and some change probably, but he wasn't really prepared to build up a tab. He figured that if he wanted to be reimbursed, he would say something. That made sense... but it still felt weird.

Perhaps he hadn't spoken clearly enough, but when his plate arrived, he'd found a nice thick slice of juicy red tomato. Gross. He peeled it off with a grimace, set it on the side of his plate, and tried to not let the juice left behind bother him too much as he dug in. Fortunately, it didn't.

They looked around as they chewed. The crowd inside hat shifted some even just while he'd been in the restroom. He noticed the girl sitting somewhat close to him, idly drumming her fingers on the bar. There was.. something peculiar about her look - not that that was out of place here - and he realized he'd been staring, just slightly. Realizing this, he gave a little wave with his free hand, his other taken up with the sandwich.

[Myitt]

Corliss smiles up at Zorish briefly while he waits.  "Oh, I don't abhor the people of the Empire, necessarily," he says calmly, eyeing the screen.  "I just don't appreciate the Council telling me I have to take away someone else's freedom for my own."

[Terenia]

"Come now," Zorish says softly, his smile still in place. "There is some choice, surely. Since I achieved my current rank I have been capable of choosing to take voluntary hosts." He fixes Corliss with a curious gaze, "Very few Yeerks enjoy the irritation of another being in their head, shouting incessantly. I have not taken an involuntary since grubhood, yet I have met little resistance within the Empire's ranks for my preference."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

<I am...tired.  Thank you for asking.>  Ossanlin glances Serid over.  It did indeed look as though he had gone unscathed.  <I thought you might like to know that I have permission from all involved to attempt to revert Terenia's nothlitism.  I do not know how quickly my weakness will subside, I seem to be recovering quicker than ever before.  As soon as I feel comfortable enough, I will attempt the procedure.  I hope to learn some things to aid in your own...recovery.>

He takes a bit of a breath, composing his thoughts.  <My...capabilities.  They are unknown to most.  I would not have shown them had I not been forced to.  I am sorry that you had to witness such events.  Had this been any other place, using such...techniques.. .might have destroyed the very fabric of reality.>

<In any case, I was planning on inviting you to watch the procedure if you should wish it.  Of course you do not need to, but the option is open to you.>

Ossanlin glances at Claxter and the strange mechanoid cyborg andalite approaching.  The cyborg presented an anomaly that needed to be explored.  He merely waits for any response from Serid while the two approach.