Galaxy's Edge Space Bar

[Terenia]

As Claxter speaks Aya tilts her head to the side, listening raptly. When he finally finishes his little speech her smile has broadened.

"I didn't think Andalites talked quite as much as that," she says. "Huh. Interesting story, I'll give you that. Not that it matters much. Whether Efaen is or was a **** isn't really my concern, although it is amusing."

She shrugs. "Alright, well. Nice talking to you, Claxter." She gives a little mock salute. "I'm gonna go grab a drink."

[Chad32]

<Goodbye.> claxter said before continuing with his feeding.

[Terenia]

Aya watches him leave, amused.

<<Clearly he doesn't want to know about her as much as he anticipated,>> she murmurs to Terliss, who offers no response. Shrugging, she heads back into the bar, making it further than the threshold this time. Her gaze is immediately drawn to Myitt, and she waves, expecting a none-too-friendly response. She is about to turn towards the bar, but then pauses.

<<Is she with Terenia?>> Aya asks, tilting her head again.

<<It would appear so,>> Terliss responds. <<I thought we had a close watch on her.>>

Frowning, Aya tries not to look too concerned and, instead of going to the booth, she heads to the bar.

[Myitt]

Myitt sighs, barely registering the conversation around her. She only gives Keslin and Chris an idle wave when they mention they might leave. Internally, her thoughts are roiling, at the expense of those around her.

For all intents and purposes she has been staring into her drink as if the dark red liquor had all the answers she was looking for.

"Ossanlin, I wish I could tell you more about what's happened in the last year or so, but honestly, this whole time dilation thing is ****ing with my head," she admits, finally looking up. "I mean, is it still a year ago for you? Or what? Do you know what we know? That whole Silver Blade thing has never clicked well in my head, and--"

She stops speaking abruptly, staring at Aya and Terliss across the bar. She doesn't return the wave.

"What the **** are they doing here?" she hisses lowly, her shocked expression hardening into one of annoyed suspicion. "They never come here. They never have fun, for ****'s sake!" She swallows.

<<Bounties, perhaps?>> Tara offers.

<<I wouldn't be surprised,>> Myitt grates. <<But why here? Why freelance when Terliss is supposed to be...>> She trails off again internally, looking away from Aya, loath to catch the young Asian woman's gaze.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

~Ossanlin~

Ossanlin shakes his head...something bad had happened.  When he thinks of Reven and the rebels, he suddenly feels a slight bit of resentment and mistrust.  Whatever had happened, it had been serious.

<I...am told I have not been unconscious for more than a few standard days at most, though now I feel as if I may have been.  It is difficult to...>  He cuts off as Myitt's eyes move to a young human girl entering the bar.  He turns his main eyes to look at her instead of merely a stalk.  <I...assume the female is a controller you are familiar with?>



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~Rathien~

Rathien spares another glance for the human girl as she enters the bar proper.  Either she had not seen his first smile or did not care.  He grins at her again, but this time not kindly.  The ones who played hard to get were the best sport after all.

He looks back up at the strangely-armored humanoid and raises an eyebrow, surprised that this strange being had been able to place exactly who he was and also reach the conclusion that he had been the one to attack Tobias.  "I have done nothing to you and there's no call...I'd rather not end your Dream before it's time.  Besides, you shot me with that archaic pea-shooter already today...you can see just how much good it did you.  Be that as it may, it was an unpleasant experience...one that I'd be loathe to repeat."  He smirks, showing his canine fangs.  "Besides, firing your weapon in these confines is going to create collateral damage, and I think we'd both like to avoid that."

He ****s his head, favoring the armored humanoid with a winning grin before moving toward the bar...alone, but in a convenient place to direct grins at both Tobias and the new girl.

[Darth Revan]

Parker replied though none was waited for, "You only did nothing to me because you missed when you shot at me. The 'call' is you attempted to assassinate an acquaintance of mine; and now suddenly enter the bar he is currently located in. I highly doubt you mean to just chat with the man you just tried to kill.

"And I've got much more than this pea-shooter that can take you down." He instinctively flexes his right thigh, ready to draw his Energy Sword at any moment; however the man walks to the bar without incident. Parker lowers his weapon as the man sits and he replaces the weapon upon his back. He continues looking at the assassin and says to Thor aloud, "Watch him." Parker then sits back down next to Ewa. He looks to her and says, "I apologize for the interruption." He doesn't bother glancing to the man he had just marked, as Thor began displaying a constant report of his actions.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

~Rathien~

Rathien shakes his head a bit as the being speaks to the back of his head.  The poor man actually thought Rathien had missed by accident?  He could've destroyed everyone in that little clearing, the shot at the ground had been apurpose.  A way to distract and perhaps injure the other without actually killing him.  Although the being's energy shields might've absorbed the Entroper blast.  Such a strange being, wielding energy-based defensive technology, yet still relying upon projectile-based explosive gas weapons.  He orders miruvin, no longer surprised that this bar has the clear, silverish wine in stock.  He drinks gratefully, glancing around the bar again.  The hostile individual had sat back down thankfully.  Though he'd been telling the truth, his confidence had also been a bit of a bluff.  Primitive though the weapon is, it's still capable of inflicting an unfortunate amount of damage, and he without his emergency shielding.

[Terenia]

Tamora's eyes flicker briefly in the direction of the newcomer, then back to the company at hand. One of the Andalites has left, and that helps her relax a hair, although Ossanlin's continued presence has her eying him warily.

Still, he hadn't attacked. Yet.

"Um..." she says quietly, then clears her throat and tries again, more loudly. "Mr. Andalite, sir?" she asks, her gray eyes reflecting only fear as she addresses him.


Aya makes no indication that she notices Myitt's eyes following her. She hops onto the nearest bar stool and waves the bartender over.

"Orange juice," she orders, choosing to stay away from the alcohol. She'd never really had any, and now didn't seem like the wisest time to start. Should Terliss be needed, he would need full control over her faculties.

When the requested drink arrives, Aya takes a long sip, her eyes slowly taking in the rest of the bar, laying everything down in her mind the way only an eidetic memory can.

<<Not the most pristine location,>> Terliss comments flatly.

<<Fitting enough, considering the patrons,>> Aya responds.

[Chad32]

Jocun felt like perhaps he should try to speak to the person. Maybe get him to lay off Salem. Unfortunately Salem already thought he and the assassin were working with each other, and any attempts at negotiation would be met with suspicion on Salem's part. He chose to continue watching.


Claxter had fed and loosened his muscles a bit, and was ready to go back inside in the hopes of hearing some tidbit of information about Efaen. He walked back into the bar, noticeing the changes, and stood reasonably close to Myitt and Ossanlin.

[Darth Revan]

Garreth observed the confrontation between the armored person and the new patron. He gripped his light saber tightly as they interacted. If a fight broke out, he would be ready to interfere. When the scene died down, he relaxed and stowed his weapon back in his cloak.

[Chad32]

"Try not to pick a fight with the guy in armor. He's a buddy of mine." Zoshonel said. "If he gets in a fight, and you decide to choose a side, choose his."

[Darth Revan]

Garreth replies, "I didn't plan on choosing sides. I planned on quelling the confrontation. Violence in this crowded place would only end in innocent blood being shed. As a Jedi, I could not sit by and allow such a thing to happen."

[Chad32]

"Well any tussle Parker gets into isn't likely to be a friendly sparring match, so just trying to stop the fight would probably be best." zoshonel wondered what it would look like to see Gerreth run between two enemies in heated battle. for the best, it didn't happen, as exciting as it would be.

[Terenia]

<<How long will we be remaining here, Aya?>> Terliss asks as his host sips orange juice and eyes the bar's inhabitants as one might eye clothing in a department store.

<<As long as we need to,>> she says inwardly with an outward shrug. <<The base is boring. This place is supposed to be more exciting. I want to see if it lives up to all that.>>

<<We really should investigate the situation regarding Terenia. She cannot be on base and across the room at once. Beyond that, Myitt and Illim's presence are->>

<<Entirely expected. Myitt is a drunk and Illim is attached to her hip. No worries, Terliss. I've got it under control. Calm down. We'll be back before you need another fix.>>

Aya settles back into the bastool, swiveling it so she can watch the booth with Myitt in it. She notes that the other Andalite, the one named Claxter, has returned. She winks at one of his many eyes from across the room and sips her drink.

[Aluminator (Kit)]

As soon as Parker and Ewa moved away from the table, Al leaned in and, using the Atazin galactic language, said to Salem in a harsh whisper "I am so not doing that again."

"We need to do something," Salem returned, equally harshly. "I'm not sure Rathien's actually trying to kill me, but if he keeps trying whatever he's doing, I'm going to wind up dead."

"So we leave. Run. It's always been our solution before. Why not now?"

Salem smirked, "Too much to lose this time. A universal nexus? A crossroads of technologies and time periods? Now a Paladinian?" he nodded towards Ewa. "I'm not letting some whiny hunter drive me out of here."

"Then leave me out of this. You two duke it out."

Salem opened his mouth to respond, but snapped it shut again as he caught sight of a figure walking through the door- Rathien. His hand was instantly on his weapon under his cloak.

"He's here," he hissed at Al. "Go. Now."

"But..." Al began, but Salem cut him off.

"Al, just set it up, and you're done." He watched as Parker threatened Rathien. There was something comical, even theatrical, about Parker's performance here that caused Salem to smirk. Rathien said something about wanting to avoid collateral damage- something that was definitely true of Rathien, and most likely of Parker as well, what with his alleged soldier background. That could give Salem the advantage if it came down to a conflict.

"With what?" Al whispered, keeping his eyes glued on the hunter.

"Illusors. Bombs. Set them to my command. The woods north of here."

Al nodded and, as soon as Rathien turned to walk towards the bar, seemed to shimmer out of existence, his hologram cloaking him and making him invisible to the naked eye. Without another word, he began moving down the narrow hallway and out the back door with superhuman speed- anyone watching would have only seen the door appear to slam open and then slowly creak shut again on its own. Once outside, he headed in the direction of Salem's ship.

"You get two bombs," Salem's communicator said angrily from his belt as Al called him. Salem rolled his eyes. Al's aversion to violence was nothing new, but there were still occasions on which it was... less than preferred.

Salem tensed and moved his cloak aside. In the same motion, he drew his bulky gravity pistol and allowed the three intricately decorated silver stabilizing blades to snap into their positions centered around the barrel. He then pulled the trigger- not aiming at anyone, simply as a warning shot, fired at the bar's front doorway. As he fired, he pushed himself sideways to land in a crouch to the side of the booth. The whole motion had taken less than a second.

Salem's weapon fired no visible beam or projectile- a needle-thin ray of what amounted to being pure antigravity burst forth, lasting only a split second as he moved, but during that time, all air along the line to the door, as well as the doorframe itself, were forced violently away from the beam. The result was a small shockwave or puff of air through the bar, the edge of the door's frame exploding inward, and a deafening boom- nearly identical to thunder- as the air that'd been forced aside rushed back in to fill the vacuum created by the beam. For most purposes, Salem's grav-pistol wasn't any more effective than a standard Dracon, but it certainly made for a good show.