Galaxy's Edge Space Bar

[Chad32]

<I will try to see if she is too hot or cold, and make sure she still has an even pulse.> claxter said as he felt around her head and neck. <I had hoped she would still be conscious, but as long as she isn't dead or comatose, there is still hope.>

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Al walked up the ramp to Salem's ship and was greeted with an odd sight. Salem looked to be injured, and Mar was floating in the air. As he entered, Salem glanced at him.

"What?" Salem said, a bit too defensively, as if he'd been caught doing something wrong.

Al just smirked at him and shrugged, then turned and caressed the wall, causing a drawer near him to open. He reached in and grabbed a medical kit.

"He's teaching me to fly," Salem explained.

"Sure, sure," Al said with exaggerated kindness. "I'll leave you two alone then."

Salem frowned, but didn't say anything as Al walked back down the ship's ramp and towards Claxter's ship, medical kit in hand.

[AmberKatira]

~The Polkaris~

Ewa sat down across from Catie, tucking her left foot up beneath her right thigh.  She was leaning towards the possibility that Catie was just a new insert and not some sort of agent sent to kill her and Van, but there was no knowing for certain.  She's having a pretty easy time talking about technology that would be consistent with what I saw of the Urtahn.  Either she was there for longer than I first imagined, or she has a lot of guts and luck when it comes to the details. 

Ewa listened attentively to Catie's explanations.  Perception Nullifier? Is that what was used on me so I can't sense anyone?  Her suspicion ratcheted back up a notch, but she continued to listen without interruption.

"Those transporters bring a whole new meaning to the phrase 'travel will make you a new man'" Ewa joked before answering Catie's question.  "I'm from Earth... not exactly sure which one.  Compared to everyone else, that is.  I've met quite a few people here who are from Earth, or have at least visited it, and it's clear that most of us are from different timelines--or at the very least different points in time.  It's very much a mess."  Ewa stretched her left arm across the back of the couch.  "I actually didn't even realize I was coming here, if you believe that," she smiled mischievously.  "I've been sticking with Van mostly.  He had the misfortune to crash here, but he's the kind of guy who tends to land on his feet."  Or sometimes his back, Ewa added to herself with a swirl of exasperation and amusement as her thoughts drifted back to the room down the hall.

[Shenmue654]

Keshin watches as Al wanders off to do...well, whatever the AI did on a daily basis. Keshin shrugs and takes another sip of his grape juice, trying to make sense of the crowd in the Bar. He refused flat-out to take a job from Zorish, knowing how badly that had gone for them last time. But there didn't seem to be anyone else who needed their services. They'd have to get a good feel for the conversations in the Bar and find the most likely prospect.

<...mmnn. You sure we should stick around, Kess?>

<You'll see. We might get lucky.>
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Mar carefully watches the trader's efforts and begins laughing under his breath when he sends himself flying. What an utter moron. He had finally gotten a hold on one, but he had no control of it at all. "Slow and steady wins the race, Salem. Do not move until you're sure you have a grip on your target. You're progressing, but----"

Mar suddenly winces and holds his forehead, his eye color reverting to a more human green. Mar rubs it lightly, groaning. "Blast. We are running out of time, trader. I will hold on as long as I can manage, but we only have maybe ten or fifteen minutes left. He---I----it's losing interest. Confusing, being me these days."

[Myitt]

<<I have no bloody idea,>> Mike says, trying unsuccessfully to hide his thoughts of what it would be like for Terenia to be permanently human.  Embarrassment washes through his part of his own mind.

[KitsuneMarie]

Serid nods slowly as he hears Jocun out. "Through the Bar, I presume? I do not know if they would accept help of such a kind, genuine though it may be. It could erase your own timeline if indeed the rebellion I know is in your own past. Even if it is not, however," he continues, steepling his fingers, the sides of his hands resting on the worn tabletop, "I wonder if they would trust supplies you had to give them."

Finally he shrugs, a human gesture he has adopted. "I am happy to present a proposal to them, should you wish to speak about such an idea in further detail. Perhaps they will accept. I warn you again, though: they are guarded."


<<Like he would let the uppity Andalite in and not us,>> Illim tells Derrel reassuringly, putting on the most winning smile his new host's body can muster.

"Hey there," he says, giving a wave to the holoscreen. "My name's Illim. Illim 7-1-8 of the Hett Semplat Pool. I'm a bioengineer and a former member of the Peace Movement on Earth. And this is my new host, Derrel. I met two of your members, Myitt and Tora, earlier."

Abruptly, he wonders what they could have told Reven already, but he shoves that particular worry away.

"Corliss infested my previous host long enough to ensure I'm who I say I am--a potential new rebel, if you'll have me. Us. Derrel wouldn't mind the chance to speak to you, himself."

<<Want to? Now's your big chance,>> Illim says, gently releasing control of Derrel's body.

[Chad32]

Derrel's body shifted as he once again had control of it. "Hey Mr. Reven. This is Derrel. I'm glad to have the chance to join your rebellion, though it's more for staying out of the Empire and having a home than any love of fighting. I let Illim into my head, and so far it's been...an experience. We've been trying to get back, but Corliss and Terenia insisted on trying to get Efaen to come with us, but she wanted to not be Terenia's host anymore, and well, you know."

"I don't really have any skills to bring to the table aside from being a host, but as long as I get the basic necessities and am treated like a person, I'll be happy. Sir."

He decided to spare Reven his whole backstory unless asked.



"Oh yes, I know how guarded they were. Still are pretty guarded, actually. Just tell them I share similar views with them, and if they have need of any sort of supplies, I'll help. Hopefully any changes will be more for the better than the worst." Jocun said.

[Twilight_Pixie]

Within the bar, there is heard a mild hum that vibrated through all those nearby. A silence fell and the next moment a bright light flashed with a woman with rich auburn hair and lightly tanned skin shoots through the bar knocking over any table or chair in her way. She tumbles and rolls but ends on all fours skidding to a halt with a certain inhuman grace. A low growl rumbles off her lips then stops abruptly as she realizes her surroundings have drastically changed. Her true forest green eyes of a leopard scout out the bar noticing everyone, making a subconscious count. She tilts her head up slightly as she scents the air for anything familiar. The only thing she could comprehend was the musk of the bar mixed with stale beer and rotting wood.

Her attention shifted towards a different engergy, sensing something more familiar about it. It began to nag at her like an itch between the shoulder blades that u can't get. It seemed different somehow, more animalistic. She got 2 inches closer to the ground and growled again sending chills down the spines of those nearby. Wrapping her power around her used it like a barrier to shield her from any potential magical attacks just in case. From the ground she called out. "Where am I?"

[Terenia]

Terenia watches Mike's thoughts first with curiousity, then with her own embarrassment thrown in. She can feel a flush rising in Mike's neck and ears.

<<Let's not get ahead of ourselves,>> she mutters. <<After all, we've only just met, what, a few days ago now?>> Her laugh is sardonic. <<We're practically strangers, you know.>>


Zorish notes Keshin turning away from them and shrugs the conversation off. He resolves to keep an eye on the bounty hunter; at worst she is a source of information, and at best he may be able to persuade her to take a job, if need be.

[Chad32]

"Well now, that's an entrance." Jocun said, distracted by the spectacle. "You're at a strange bar on a small and illogical planetoid that serves as a crossroads between dimensions and timelines." He said to the creature.

[KitsuneMarie]

Illim watches in silence, observing Derrel's thoughs and worries. <<You're doing well,>> he reassures him. <<If there's any conflict over who to let in, I'm sure it'll be me, not you.>>


"Thank you for the offer to assist. I will surely pass along the word," Serid nods to Jocun. He offers a brief, small smile--the most he ever gives--and a nod of respect.

As Jocun's attention is pulled away by the entrance of the strange newcomer to the Bar, Serid stands from the table. "I should return to my duties. I am glad to have met you," he says and turns to walk towards the door out which Ossanlin had gone.

[RAFrukh]

Vogefac cringed as he realized how elementary it should have been to him. Why had he not remembered to do something so simple? If asked he could say he was afraid his claws would catch on her throat. And that was partially true...2 foot metallic claws were great in a fight, but were impractical for many other things. Reptilinod had only just recently(in the last 1000 years) invented touch-screen technology out of the hundred-thousand year sentience. That's because there was no way to touch a flat screen with the tips of their fingers with their curving claws. The touch-screen tech they had actually had to interact with their claws...

"Is Artemis okay? Where is your medical sensor? Allow me to assist you."

Catie laughed nervously again. Then she just listened to Ewa, glad to get her mind off it...

"Yea...I met an individual from a species that exists in my universe, but I think...he must be from another universe, because he doesn't seem to be familiar with any of his species that work with the Alliance...and they just recently became PART of the Alliance...", Catie shrugged.

"I didn't realize I was coming either. I thought I would have to stay in the Medical Bay for most of the rest of my career. But, if I can complete some missions, I may be promoted to...oh, maybe a Lieutenant senior. Or even a junior Commander! Then I'd have two promotion ceremonies, one for increasing in rank, another for increasing in Cla - ...but you probably don't care too much about that...", Catie smiled knowingly. She'd been rambling again.

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Al walked up to Claxter's ship and in the door, holding up the medical kit. "You guys want me to see what I can do?" he asked the three conscious beings inside. His introduction to the tall, lizard-like one could wait for the moment, he decided.

[Chad32]

"It was nice meeting you too." Jocun said as Serid left, happy that he had made one person trust him at least a little.


Claxter wasn't sure yet if Silver's temperature was rising or falling, though so far he believed she was relatively stable. <It is over there.> He said, pointing to a machine with a monitor and cables with pads on the ends. <You can place the pads on her torso and head, and give the vocal command to monitor her temperature and pulse.> He could do it himself, but Vogefac seemed a little stressed and it would be something for him to do.

<Jade, perhaps you would like to look at her first, to check her in what you were talking about earlier. We will keep convention medicine on standby.>

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Salem nodded and swallowed. 'Slow and steady' seemed to conflict with 'we need to hurry' in his mind. He felt he needed a few minutes to rest and allow the throbbing in his head and back to die down- but would that really even help?

"Alright, I'll try again," he said. He closed his eyes and did his best to block out the pain.

He reached out, trying to feel the tendrils. Now that he'd gotten one to move, he seemed to have little trouble picking them out, though he was still having trouble sensing the whole mass, or even, for the most part, where individual tendrils began and ended.

As he'd done before, he found one and managed to stop it, and get it to move back and forth. Mar had used several of these things when he'd shown him how to do this... doing his best to keep track of the one tendril he was already controlling, he reached tentatively for another. After a few tries, he finally managed to 'catch' two of them. His mind was growing more and more used to dealing with these things, whatever they were.

He tried moving them... and they did move. Sort of. He found he could move both of them together with relative ease... but that wouldn't be much use to him for flight. He tentatively tried wiggling them opposite each other, but neither one seemed to want to cooperate- they began undulating, and he could feel that he nearly lost his grip on them. He tightened them down and brought them to a stop, and then, mustering all his concentration, tried again.

This time they vibrated so badly that he actually did lose his grip on one. He stopped trying to get them to wiggle and idly swung the one he had back and forth for a few seconds, thinking- how in Nerphid's name was he supposed to do this? When he began paying attention to the tendril again, he noticed it had bent into a perfect curl, almost exactly as he been imagining. Interesting... He plucked another tendril from the seething mass of them- this one felt effortless, but he was pretty sure he'd just gotten lucky- and tried again. This time, he let his concentration drop and simply tried to feel where he wanted them to go, as if he were bending his own leg or arm.

"Ah!" he yelped. To his complete surprise, that had worked far better than he'd expected. They waved back and forth much like he'd intended. "This is harder when you put too much thought into it," he said offhandedly. He tried to envision the two tendrils waving back and forth as though they were an insect's antennae. They seemed to comply, to some degree; he was able to get them to move where he wanted. There was still a delay between his intention of moving them, and their moving, and they still weren't going quite where he wanted them, and they still seemed to jerk and shudder and take their own small detours on occasion, but at least he was getting a feel for them.

"Okay, now for this 'soul' thing," he muttered, momentarily forgetting that he wasn't alone in the room. He again began searching for the 'light' that was him, or his 'mana-based soul,' in the darkness. He lost his grip on one of the tendrils, but continued idly waving the other as he searched.

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