Galaxy's Edge Space Bar

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

~Ossanlin~

Ossanlin catches up with Efaen and matches her gait about five feet away from her side, giving her her personal space.  <I appreciate the company.>  He had been afraid she would ask for her privacy, respectfully of course, but if she had, Ossanlin would've known that building a rapport would be almost impossible.  The fact that she did not express any misgivings about Ossanlin himself joining her for a run meant that she might be at least amenable to a more agreeable relationship.

As they trot side by side, Ossanlin glances at Efaen with his main eyes before speaking again.  <I am curious, Efaen...if I may ask, what inspired you to join the military?  Most of our race is anything but progressive, there must've been a strong drive behind your actions...>

[Shenmue654]

Keshin frowns as the man speaks out of nowhere, bringing his own thoughts back into focus. The man's speech was skipping unusually, but Keshin could now make out that the guy's real name was Michael. <Bizarre. Something's gone way wrong with this guy, Joanne. He's either a broken robot, or...>

<Let's help 'im to a table and then be done with the bloke. The chick's request looks more promising. Associatin' with every weirdo who hits this place is gonna get us killed.>

<Okay, okay. Fine. He doesn't look like he can get us a job in his condition, either.>

Keshin nods at Ewa and states with a smile, "Sorry, sorry. My name is Keshin. We'd be willing to come as soon as we can get this man what he wants. Or at the very least get him a chair."

Keshin then glances at Michael and points down the Bar. The guy's oddities put him off, but that was really not a problem. No one in the Bar was normal. "You should probably sit down. The person most likely to have an extra translator is the Andalite Prince that frequents this place. He should be coming around any minute."
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Mar's hand twitches, some sort of odd substance swirling in it before disappearing again. Mar raises his hand and glances at it in surprise. That tiny stone may have given him more of a gift than he realized. The trouble was that he had no idea how long the gift would last, and if it would help him figure out what the situation was with the trader. Whose real name was apparently "Tobias." Intriguing. Why would Salem hide his birth name from people who had not a thing to do with him?

"Mmmph. Rathien, is it?" muttered Mar,  keeping his cool. "What exactly is your dimensional range, and why do you want to kill him? Are you a hunter or are you holding a grudge? Your answers to both questions will determine what action I take toward you. I have no great attachment to Salem, and our agreement is finished. But I dislike loose ends in this Bar. You are clearly a loose end."

[AmberKatira]

Ewa glanced over when the man in the cloak bestirred himself to speak.  As she listened, her eyebrows drew together, perplexed.  He's inserting numbers instead of letters, she realized after a moment.  Maybe he's supposed to be some sort of primitive AI or implant test subject?  Very odd speech impediment.

"I'm sorry, it never occurred to me that a dictionary might be a useful thing to carry around here."  Her smile was rueful but also gentle.  The being really did appear to be struggling.  "Are you sure it would really help you?  I mean, it seems like you know the language, it's just taking you some effort to--"

Ewa broke off as a haze of sparkling lights in the middle of the bar caught her attention.  A few moments later some sort of strange, white, feathered female appeared, apparently lost in prayer.  Ewa was about to turn back to her companions when the girl began keening and panicking at the sight of the bar.  That's either a prepared character and her actress thinks she knows where she is, or a returned escapee.  Ewa compressed her lips slightly and continued to watch from a distance.  If the actress had been caught trying to escape, it would not do to approach her so openly.  An Andalite did not share her misgivings, and his approach seemed to calm the girl, though she remained rather crouched and abject looking.

Ewa was recalled from her distraction by Keshin's introduction, and she turned back with a smile.  "Nice to meet you," she nods.  We?  I only see her, unless...  "....both?  Is Keshin a Yeerk name?"

Her eyes follow Keshin's back to Michael.  "Sitting down is probably a good idea," she agreed.  "Did you need help?" she asked Michael.

[Midnight_Huntress]

Jade blushed through her cheeks but smiled. "You have shown me no disrespect, dear Lucan. Its lovely. Much more....sentimental than an Elvin customs. We don't have celebrations anymore. Its more of a partnership...." She said.

[General Squall Leonhart]

Lucan smiled in relief and then moved one more stool closer so he was sitting right beside Jade. "So if you do not have ceremonies how do you determine these partnerships?" Lucan took a sip of his drink and his spots changed to the colors of the drink before returning to the dull pink.

Lucan looked at Jade and felt that she should know his true feelings about her, but wanted to know her true feelings as well. "Jade how do you truly feel about me? I know I have been gone for five years, but did you miss me at all during that time?" Lucan asked in a low voice that only the two of them could hear.

[Midnight_Huntress]

Jade looked to him. "The way its done is the male gives a gift, like a peace offering. If you accept then a spell may be spoken if you are lower caste betrothed to a Domana. Its more done out of politics and forming allies between families or clans." She sipped her drink as he moved closer. But when he asked her how she felt she blushed and looked into get cup. "Of course I missef you.... I dont have a name for how I feel for you as I have never felt this way before. At first it was what my people call-" she said something in her language that brought that silvery melodic tone to her voice then in English "or as humans call fondness. As you were gone I found myself thinking of you often....." She blushed again. The whole time using the same soft tone as he had.

[General Squall Leonhart]

Lucan listened to how the partnerships were formed and was surprised. "On my planet there is no such thing as politics. I have heard of them in my travels and they sound so confusing. In Relnian society, Nuca flowers are given to one who you wish to spend your life with. Both males and females are allowed to present them to their chosen mates." Lucan said in his soft tone of voice.

As Jade spoke her language Lucan was mesmerised by the beauty of it. When she spoke of her fondness for him his spots seemed to get brighter, but stayed the dull pink in color. "Jade if you thought of me often perhaps you felt more than just fondness for me. May I ask, how did you feel when I told you the custom of the Nuca flower? Did you consider, even for a moment, of accepting?" Lucan asked in the soft tone of voice.

Lucan gave a small bow. "If you feel I am being too forward please tell me and I will desist." Lucan said.

[Midnight_Huntress]

"In all honesty....my heart fluttered and......I felt....warm....hap py.....and....yes.. .I did think about accepting. No one had shown me such sweetness as you have." Jade said looking down and blushing, her hair cascading over her shoulder.

[General Squall Leonhart]

Lucan smiled when Jade said she thought about accepting. Lucan gently placed his hand beneath her chin and raised it so he could look in her eyes. "Jade there is no need to be embarrassed about how you feel. In fact my species are very open about their emotions and can not hide them from each other." Lucan indicated his color changing spots which were still a dull pink, but flashed gold for a few seconds.

"You have never asked about my spots, but I am going to tell you about them. You see they are how we Relnians express our feelings to each other. The different colors represent different feelings and Relnians can interpret the colors to know what each other is feeling." Lucan explained in his soft tone of voice. "They are called Asudeuhc and the feeling that is represented by the dull pink is adoration. I adore you more than any other person I have met Jade." Lucan continued to explain in his soft voice.

Lucan reached up and removed his visor to reveal the rest of his face. Although his face looked humanoid, his eyes were completely alien. They were the same size as a humans eye, but they were perfectly circular. There was a small gold dot in the center that represented his pupil, but the rest was a bright green in color. "Jade, you are the only being outside my race to see my face. That is how deep my adoration of you is." Lucan said in his soft tone.

[Twilight_Pixie]

<It is nice to meet you, Candice. As I said, no one is after you here. You can order food and drink from the bartender, and find a seat to be more comfortable.> He noticed she was just staring at his hooves instead of his face. Maybe she wasn't used to the way he looked, and found his hooves interesting. <You seem rather surprised by the surroundings, so I take it you got here by accident? I first came here by accident too, having landed when my ship was low on fuel.>

She scrunched up her face in confusion as he spoke of things and people she had never heard of. Candice dropped her gaze lower to the floor right before her. She bent back over and abased herself before him and spoke into the floor but loud enough for him to hear her.

"Forgive me, but I do not understand wh-what this 'bartender' being is you speak of is and what is a 'ship,' if it won't dishonor me to ask?" She questions cautiously as her voice slowly strengthens, hoping she would not be punished for questioning him. She'd been whipped too many times by too many different people in her life to ask questions without caution. She still had a scar from her last master when he took it too far and almost permanently damaged her to the point that no one would want to marry her. Candice would have secretly been OK with being damaged as long as she didn't have to be another's mate and wed them. That was, after all, why she had fled her home.

[Chad32]

Claxter was surprised she didn't know what a bartender was. Surely even primitive species had bars, right? He could understand if she confused his ship for a type of boat, but she didn't have an idea of what a ship was? he also noticed that she wasn't just curious about his hooves. She was actually being submissive. He got down into a position where his lower half was laying down.

<You know, you can look at people's faces while talking to them if you want. I don't know what the customs are where you come from, but the people here won't hurt you for looking at them. Now, a bartender is someone who works at a bar and serves food and drink. If you look up, you can see a man behind the counter, who will get you what you need if you have money to pay. I could loan you the money if you don't have any. As for a ship, it's a vessel we use to fly through space. The more technologically advances species of the galaxy can go from planet to planet in these ships.>

<You know, you have a pretty voice. I'm sure people like having conversations with you.>

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

~Rathien~

Rathien chuckles a bit, his arm still around Salem's shoulder.  He glances back at Mar again, fangs still visible through his mirth.  "You are interesting, one known as Mar.  'Dimensional range' isn't exactly one of the questions I would think of for a first date, but I suppose I'm bound by the Fourth just like everyone else."

"As for my reasons in seeking to end his Dream...well...they're complicated."  He arches an eyebrow in thought.  "I suppose I might hold at least a little animosity, after all that thing following us almost ended my Dream once.  But mainly it is because Tobias is exciting prey.  He's intelligent, innovative...diffic ult to catch.  Well...usually he is.  Maybe he's going senile in his old age."  Rathien chuckles again before continuing.  "There happens to be a rather large price on his head, though the money is only a bonus as far as I'm concerned.  The Hunt is reward enough."

"You see, I am an arbiter of Fate, one known as Mar.  She tells me when to kill and when to stay my hand.  She speaks to me, and when I listen, things end up going my way.  She's the only reason I haven't ended poor Tobias's Dream, Erda knows he's given me a number of egregious opportunities today.  See the thing is...when I ignore Her, I usually end up nearly or mostly dead.  I've learned to listen."  He winks at Mar, fangs still bared in a grin.

[Twilight_Pixie]

When Claxter lowered himself to her lever, Candice's eyes widened in shock, though, he probably barely saw the expression being how low to the ground she was with her silver white hair pooling around her. When he gave her permission to look him in the eye, she slowly, nervously, lifted her upper body from the ground, but stopped mid way thinking it was too easy. Men of her time were cruel. They would tell  you you were equal and when you finally stood your ground the way they wished you to, they would knock you down again. Sometimes in the most cruel of ways. The people at the temple told her she is lucky, for she has only experienced a small amount of torture and misfortune, she has only heard stories of the worst of it. 

Candice sat up just enough for him to be able to see her face, but she stared firmly at his chest and now higher. She finally realized that he was another centaur-like creature, except blue. Is he holding his breath? She thought for she could not figure out why he would be so blue, but even then he wouldn't be this shade of blue. When he spoke of the man who served food and drink she spared a rapid glance to the man behind the bar then back on his chest. At the thought of food she realized she hadn't eatten all day, but she wouldn't complain over it. She'd gone much longer without food before. The moment he spoke of outer space her jaw gaped and she spoke without thinking, something she wish she had grown out of by now.

"Are you gods? To fly beyond the stars, you must be." Her voice was like whispering bells on the air as it grew fuller and less fearful. She abased herself again feeling even lower than before. Then ended up blushing a deep red when he complemented her voice. It was something she really couldn't control, just came with being part siren.

[Chad32]

<We are not gods, as we aren't perfect. Your people may achieve space flight in time, and join us. Though I am not allowed to pass our secrets to your people. That's a big law we have. So, tell me about yourself. What is your people's current technological level?>


Derrel made it to the bar, an noticed the new people. A robot, or man in a suit, as well as half animal hybrids caught his attention. He was a little surprised, but didn't make a scene. He ordered a drink, found a table, and relaxed in a chair while watching everyone.

[Twilight_Pixie]

Candice calmed slowly and raised her upper body once more, but this time did not raise her head. She remained staring at the floor.

"Tech...technologica l...level?" She pondering what he had said for a few moments and chose how to answer not truly knowing what he was asking of her. "We live in houses of stone and clay. Our warriors adorn themselves with our finest metals. We make our own clothes and we go to the temples for healing." Her words begin to jumble together as she thinks too fast for her mouth to catch up. Flustered, Candice lifts her ice blue eyes to peer at the creatures face. It caught her by surprise for he seemed to have no mouth and four eyes. She had seen many creatures in her day, so she did not scream but subconsciously reached a delicate hand up to to touch the stalks that held up two of his eyes. When she realized what she was doing, Candice rapidly retracted her hand and held it against her chest. She cringed pulling into herself and spoke too quick.

"Forgive me. I did not mean to do that. It is not my place to touch one such as yourself." Her body tensed ready for impact of a strike that always came when she moved without thought.