Galaxy's Edge Space Bar

[Gaz]

Julian saw Zoshnel duck down and rush forward. He jumped out of the way and held his sword, ready to parry any blows that came his way. If he could help it, he didn't want to reach out and strike first, it would leave him open.

While he awaited the next movie, Julian decided to engage in small talk. "So, ladies, not a bad day out. Weather usually like this around here?"

[Chad32]

Jocun flinched when he saw the guy pull a gun out, and the metal he had earlier came to life.

<Was that some kind of a lightsaber. I knew we went to the past, but I didn't know it was that far.>

"Whoah, ok I'm leaving." Jocun said. Obviously this guy was serious. He went back to Keshin. "I think that guy doesn't like you due to one of your past jobs. I really don't have the firepower to get on his bad side short of my ship's main guns, so I say we keep our distance."


"Where are you going? I thought you wanted to play." Zoshonel said, teasingly. He circled, studying his opponent. He had taken a defensive stance, which may say something about his general fighting style. He made another rush, followed by quickly shifting to the side to try to catch Julien off guard and attack away from his sword arm.

[Darth Revan]

As the man walked away, Parker extinguished his blade and replaced both the hilt and his shotgun to their respective placements. He turned back to the woman he was helping, "I apologize for that."

[KitsuneMarie]

Illim laughs at Keslin and Chris. "You are ridiculous," he informs Keslin with a smirk, turning his attention back to Myitt, his smile growing more pleasant as he watches her.


"I suppose so," Serid nods to Myitt, his face having remained placid and seemingly disinterested--or clueless--during the conversation that has just occurred. "Tell me, have you had any particular successes? I am glad to see that you have survived another year, certainly."

[Myitt]

Myitt's grin remains plastered on her face.  "Yeah, we're pretty glad we're still alive, too," she says, looking down at her drink.  "We've had a few successes, a few setbacks."  Her smile fades slightly.  "Lost a few good folks, gained a few good people we thought were lost forever."

She gives Chris and Keslin the briefest of looks before turning her attention back to her drink, taking a long swig. 

"Serid, let me get you something," she continues, setting the glass down.  "For me, it's been a while, and I'd like to do a favor for an old friend of Illim's."  A hand reaches across the table and gently caresses Daniel's hand. 

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

~Ossanlin~

Ossanlin breathes deeply but irregularly as if more than one command is being sent to his respiratory centers.  He focuses, a sound, a thought, a feeling piercing the miasma of his brain.  Yes...Mar...yes...y es this was him.  He was himself.  He focuses and redirects his energies in a more efficient manner, pushing at the thoughts invading his head, thoughts that were clearly beyond his own comprehension.  They were not him, they were something else... they were NOT him.  His mind slowly begins to clear as his focus centers more upon his true self.  He continues to push at the foreign thoughts while figuratively snatching out for the shards of his splintered mind.



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~Rathien~

Rathien calms himself again.  Only fools allowed their anger to dictate their actions.  Perhaps the small explosions in the ship's hull at least startled Tobias.  He shakes his head, still perching on an old bug-fighter, and long-abandoned from its look, his camouflage still active.

He watches as two rather odd anthropomorphic beings exit the bar and begin to spar.  The feel of the fight is not serious, perhaps nothing more than exercise.  He watches another odd being in full-body armor escorting a female he'd laid eyes upon in the past, one of the regular bar denizens perhaps.  He watches with curiosity as the man in armor ignites a blade made of energy...armor and advanced technology...intere sting.  He continues watching the goings on while keeping an eye on the ramp of the Yeerk's ship, watching for Tobias.  If he came out alone...well it might be enough distance to take a shot.  Why would Destiny not say it was time?!



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~Raile~

Raile shudders as emotions break through the walls he has built yet again.  This time he makes no effort to rebuild them.  "They're evil, HE's evil...to kill and destroy so many for nothing but power!  I hate him!  I hate all of them!"  Angry tears run down his face as his composure buckles completely.  He manages to hold himself erect, but his feelings run rampant and the immediate vicinity around him vibrates with waves of the Force.  He slaps his hand down on the bar counter and the surface, the wood...all of it cracks down to the floor as he balls his hand into a fist.  His tumbler explodes out from his other hand at lightning speed, crashing against the back wall, shattering into hundreds if not thousands of slivers of glass and splattering priceless spirits across the shelves.

The BT merely glances over with an annoyed and somewhat patronizing look, not concerned in the slightest as the bar counter begins to heal itself even as Raile's body continues to emanate waves of Force energy.  Slowly the vibrations calm and cease, but Raile's anger smolders in the back of his mind, the flames doused but not extinguished completely by sorrow.  The loss of the entire Jedi order along with his former Master washing over him as his tears begin anew.  He still holds himself erect, but he fears what would happen if he were faced with any of the Order's enemies at this moment.

[Darth Revan]

Garreth saw the raw emotion Raile let out. It was comforting to see him start to let them out, if not yet to let them go. Garreth placed a hand on Raile’s shoulder. He exuded as much compassion and sympathy as he could. He looked at the damage caused and said, “That was a great start. We may want to move this outside to reduce casualties. I’m sorry that it hurts, that it brings these feelings to bear; but it is necessary to stay upon the path of the Jedi.”

[Terenia]

Zorish squints at Jocun for a long time, trying to place him in his mind. He knows that the Controller is familiar, but he has also spoken with many people since arriving and can't remember exactly who Jocun is.

Then Parker pulls a weapon and Zorish stumbles backwards, grasping at his empty holster for a weapon. The motion knocks his drunk host back down on his butt again and he curses violently, sounding more like Terenia than ever before. "Just take me to my dapsen ship," he finally manages to get out.


Chris gives Myitt a small smile when she mentions gaining people. "Yeah, it's always good to gain a few pirates," he comments glibly, sipping at his beer.

[Darth Revan]

Parker picks up the woman and helps support her while still allowing her to walk on her own feet, by holding her back. He asks again, "Is there any way to deactivate the cloak from your person?"

[AmberKatira]

Ewa's eyes narrowed and her lips compressed as her patience and reason finally snapped.  Abducted to this ridiculous place, no plot, people getting injured, bleeding, no one has any clue what's going on and NOW YOU HAVE THE GALL TO BREAK FOURTH WALL?

"The Mauseleans would all walk around in their own feces if you convinced one of them to do it," she snapped, her mouth twisting in disgust for Al's inappropriate behavior and the way she had just joined him.  She shot to her feet, glaring, and closed the few feet of space in between them.  "And that's not nearly as disgusting as you or everyone else in this butchered monstrosity," she hissed into his face.  "It's sickening the way you all stumble around with your half-assed identities and your amateur bodies like you're trying.  Well, TRYING WHAT?  If all the rules are null and all the games are moot, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?  What," she shoved her fingers that still showed a small trace of his blood up into his face as her voice dropped, "are you?"

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Salem watched as Jocun descended the ramp and spoke aloud. From the way he spoke, his ship had detected Rathien, and correctly identified the Ildari as a being of some sort. With what little he knew of Rathien's cloak, that put the sensors on Jocun's ship at a higher level than any Yeerk sensors he knew of. Certainly, Rathien's personal camouflage was more effective than Salem's own jury-rigged equivalent.

Salem frowned, trying to figure out where this put him in this situation. Was this Jocun really just trying to boost relations with him? If so, the Yeerk had a lot to learn about tact. He seemed far too eager to trade... a fact that Salem would have to use to his advantage.

As Salem thought this over, a blast caused the ship to shudder. Salem instinctively dropped to a crouch and moved to partly conceal himself behind a bulkhead. His hand reached for his grav-pistol in his holster, but as he frowned at the doorway, he realized it wouldn't do much good to shoot at a target he couldn't see. And the beeping, indicative only of Rathien's proximity to Salem himself... it was rapidly decreasing in frequency.

Great. So now he'd have to take up guessing again exactly where the Ildari was. That had to have been an attempt by Rathien to smoke him out or try to invoke some sort of reaction. The hunter was very disciplined, and didn't take actions without a reason. So the question was... what would Rathien expect? And what, then, would be the best way to keep him off guard? Would he shoot now? Go for the kill he'd been avoiding?

Salem doubted it- the chance for collateral damage if Salem's explosives went off would likely stay Rathien's hand, at least for a while. Still, it was far from a sure thing.

What I wouldn't give for some camouflage, he thought. His, unfortunately, had been left aboard his ship. Have to deal with this little snake now.

First thing, of course, was to get near people. He'd be safer in a crowd. The only people around at the moment appeared to be Keshin, near him, and Jocun, Parker and the Sub-Visser some distance from the ship.

He watched as Keshin ran off the ship. <<Keep an eye out, try not to draw attention to yourself,>> he thought-spoke privately to her. From her perspective, she may have a better chance of spotting anything that happened. Though if Rathien did his job right. anything happening might be too late.

So... how to play this? Parker'd been alarmed by Keshin's presence... not sure what that was about. Still...

He stood up and, with a thought command, activated his boots, causing himself to hover a short distance above the floor. He then pushed off of the bulkhead and moved in a "roller skating" motion out the open door- he hoped he'd be able to exit at a greater speed than Rathien was anticipating, denying the hunter of any shots he might get while Salem was too far from other people.

As he skated towards Parker and Zorish, he attempted to look casual, while maintaining his speed. "Not necessary, Parker," he called, breaking into an easygoing glide over the rough ground. He skidded to a stop about ten feet from where the pair was, and cast a quick glance back towards Keshin and Jocun, trying to gauge their reactions. His senses were on alert, but his demeanor remained one of easygoing calm. This situation was growing on him.

"These people are friends and clients of mine, Parker," he said, turning back to the SPARTAN and waving a hand to indicate Jocun and Keshin. He smirked, "No need for hostilities. Cute sword, though," he said, nodding at the hilt. He nodded towards the Sub-Visser, "Zorish. Or... whoever you are this time around. Tamora, at least, still? Always a pleasure," he grinned and gave a slight bow.


Al blinked. "I..." he stared at Ewa again, trying to comprehend what it was she was saying to him. It wasn't often that the android was speechless- his friends would attest to that- but he seemed quite taken aback by Ewa's explosion. Finally he managed a smile. The blood on her finger... she must have been capable of determining something from blood, and had been expecting some sort of information. His blood, of course, was holographic, and would register nothing on any test.

"Android," he said, tapping the side of his head. "Or... well, AI currently inhabiting the body of an android." He briefly dropped his hologram. "See? No worries," he said with his grinning Chee mouth, before switching the hologram back on- though now wearing his tux once again rather than his godawful tracksuit- and smiling warmly at her. "Did we need to get you somewhere quiet to sit? Maybe some water?" He offered her an arm as he spoke gently, but not condescendingly- it seemed she was probably drunk or drugged, and if she was having a bad time, the only sure thing to do without further knowledge of what she'd been taking would be to sit her down and keep her calm for a bit.

[Darth Revan]

Parker's motion detector picked up a fast signature flying in his direction. He redrew his shotgun and leveled it at the approaching man. It was the man he met earlier who wanted his identity kept a secret. 'To-Salem'. Parker could only guess what his real name was: Tony, Tobey, Torren. It didn't matter here. Salem was as good a name as any. He lowered the aim of his weapon, but kept it in hand. All this time he continued to escort the woman in the direction she indicated. Salem had called her Tamora, that must indeed be Terenia's sister. It didn't matter much, only now he had a name to call her rather than 'The female'.

Parker spoke out to Salem in response to his earlier speech, "I will have no dealings with that bounty hunter. I am helping this woman, Tamora, to her ship. If she wishes any of your company, she may request it. Until that time I would appreciate it if you allowed her to reach her ship and allow her rest without interruption. We may catch up afterward should you choose it." With that said, he re-holstered his shotgun and turned away from the threesome.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

~Rathien~

Rathien watches the hatch closely as another controller exits.  Perhaps this would be it...he draws his Entroper, leveling it at a spot several feet in front of the ramp.  He crouches on the Bug-fighter, steadying his aim with the off-hand.  He peers down his enhanced-vision sight when suddenly Salem emerges, but going faster than a dead run.  His finger twitches but he doesn't pull.  He curses to himself and tracks Salem with the weapon, but before he can fire cleanly, the annoying being is amongst others again.  For a moment he's tempted to do it anyway.  Only two others...perhaps the one in the full-body suit would even survive, but the other is certainly a controller.  Perhaps someone of little to no importance, but there's no way to truly know.  The last thing he wanted was one of his best sources of clientele turning on him.

He takes a deep breath before finally holstering his weapon.  He grimaces but pulls four quite small, black, tranquil-toxin tipped stiletto darts.  He'd tried this before and Tobias's own combat training had made the effort futile, but the situation had been different.  A tranquilized body was not the same as a dead body, and it might give him the opportunity to carry Tobias off to some secluded portion of those woods to end him.  Those around him currently did not appear to be any of his confidants, and his...android...thi ng...was inside the bar.  He had to try.

Rathien front-flips off of the bug and hits the ground running at a spot behind Tobias.  He snaps his wrist, the first dart lancing at Tobias's neck.  Three more lightning-quick wrist-snaps send darts in the three likely directions of Tobias's dodge...behind, to the front between himself and those he was addressing, and toward the trader's waist in the event of a duck.  He throws all four darts from a dead sprint  that would carry Rathien past Salem several feet behind the trader, camouflage still active and only wavering slightly when each dart pierces its energy horizon.



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~Raile~

Raile doesn't make eye-contact with Garreth, remaining silent before speaking.  "Why?  What would be the purpose?"  His words are quite flat, with little expression as he focuses on keeping pitiful sobs from disrupting his level voice.

[Darth Revan]

Garreth replies with heart-felt belief, "To quiet your mind. To save yourself from descending into the darkness that is the Sith. So that you can carry on our teachings and survive. To honor the memory of all those that died by defying those that killed them and living on. By keeping the teachings of the Jedi alive, you keep your master's teachings alive, you keep him alive. Within yourself, and within your future padawans, he will live on."

Garreth stops a moment. He contemplates something a moment and takes his unlit lightsaber from his robe. He places it to his heart, and grabs Raile's hand, placing it on the hilt. "If you give up and give into the dark, then you extinguish everything I live for. Everything I have fought for, everthing I will fight for. If our order dies because you are unwilling to let your sorrow go, then you might as well kill me now. For you are my future. You are what I fight for; and if you are just going to allow yourself to become the man that killed your master and brothers, then there is no reason for me to continue. If my future is certainly lost, and you have given up. Then you might as well kill me now."

This was a big risk, a gamble. But Garreth was convinced that Raile didn't want to give up. He stared directly at Raile's eyes with complete conviction, showing he wasn't bluffing in the least.


Parker picked up another motion on his radar. This one running straight at Salem. He turned quickly and yelled, "Salem, behind you!"

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

~Raile~

Raile watches Garreth's hands through leaden eyes, and does not object when the other Jedi makes contact.  He does go as far as furrowing his brows as he watches the other place his saber against his own chest and then places Raile's non-resistant hand onto it.

Garreth's next words make Raile recoil and draw back his hand as if burnt by the hilt's mostly-metallic casing, gasping.  Killing the one link he still had to his own reality, the one kindred he'd seen since...since Order 66?  Killing something that possessed as serene and gentle a spirit as Raile currently felt emanating from the other?  He never could.

"I could not...would not...why would you say such a thing?!"  He thinks about schooling his emotions again but feels like perhaps he mightn't need to.  "Even if you are from a...different time...I could not..."  He falls silent, his feelings becoming muddled and confused more than anything.  It is a moment before he speaks again.  "The Sith and their ilk are the only ones..."  The only ones who what...would taste his lightsaber?  Perhaps.  Or perhaps they were the only ones who would do as Garreth had just suggested.  "...I will not harm you...only the Sith."  But even that is not right...only half-hearted really as Raile reflects.  Many Sith after all were once Jedi, but he could not make himself feel compassion toward them, such forced feelings would only be a mockery of reality.

Something tugs at the back of Raile's mind... his Padawans?  Raile had never even considered taking on his own student.  He was still a student in his own mind...with so much to learn.  How could he possible endeavor to teach another when he knew less than enough himself?  Moreover he had been concerned only with trying to make contact with any other survivors, and then upon revenge...he realized that in his head he had all but consigned the Jedi to death himself, it seemed so.  But what Garreth had said made sense as well...perhaps...pe rhaps it could be rebuilt.  Perhaps there was still a gasp of life for the Order.  Raile clings to the new-found thread of hope as if it sustains his very existence.  He feels that, in many ways, it does.