Galaxy's Edge Space Bar

[Aldrea2011]

Danni caught up to Gremmyt. "Did I miss anything important? I went back to the ship for a while."

[Nero's Fury]

Seeming to just suddenly appear in the bar, a muscular man with long flowing red hair, and unique chrome steel eyes, walked to the bar from the shadows. His sultry deep voice emmitted softly, ''Martini on the rocks..'' and the BT quickly started on his drink.

Turning and leaning back he spotted a man wielding a sword, near an Andalite. They had momentarily been near a fight, but something was said that calmed the nerves of the swordsman.

Diteca suddenly became highly interested as he spotted the Andalites ally up close. The Mass..?

[warren_bearclaw]

<<We've got to get out of here.>>
<<No. We're fine. It's going to be alright.>>
<<What makes you think that?!? Since we've gotten here, we've been ditched by the first person we saw, pushed past like we were a hobo on the street, nearly got ran over by a flippin' Andalite, ->>
<<Jasper, chill, it's ->>
<<WATCHED SOMEONE COMMIT SUICIDE, learned of planet-wide Yeerk Genocide, sat down to chill with a Hork-Bajir, - >>
<< -Come on man, it's okay. I can handle this.>>
<< And now we're pretending to ignore a sword-n-tail fight not three yards away! Not to mention the fact that you already flipped out with the oatmeal.>>
<<Now that's enough. You know there isn't much I can do about that.>>
<<What are we doing here?>>

Jasper had stopped drawing as they'd begun 'discussing' their current state inside their head. As he grew more agitated, he'd begun tapping his pencil on the book, and furrowing his eyebrows. He looked somewhat frustrated. Sapttus calmed his facial expression a bit, and sighed heavily.

<<We're finding a place where freaks like us can fit in.>>

Salem had asked a question, which seemed to be open to him. Both of them were rather intrigued by this offer for this vague 'something'. They lean forward, pushing aside their present concern for the time being. Jasper was only partly acceptant of Sapttus' response.

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Salem smiled and opened his case, from which he began pulling an eclectic assortment of small objects, and setting them on the table.

He talked as he did so, "I obviously can't trade the really good stuff for something as simple as a DNA sample, but I can let you guys pick one of these little fun items. These are EMP patches- activating one will give you a couple minutes in which most electronic devices won't work, at least relatively close to the patch. A DNA sample's worth... we'll say three. These are Ennish crystals, which'll probably only be interesting if any of you've got natural strength in magic or telepathy." He cast a sidelong glance at Elayne as he said this. He still wasn't entirely clear on what she was, but her attitude towards the future was starting to make him think she might be a taker for the crystals. "This is a vial of healing nanites- I'd inject you directly, and they'd live inside you, warding off sickness and healing wounds til the end of your days. Should add a couple years of health to your life. They're only tuned for humans and Andalites and, conveniently, Hork-Bajir," he said with a wink to Temrash. "This little kit will upgrade Shredders and Dracon Beams with a sight attachment. It should work on most other pistol-type weapons as well. Let's see... I've got a bunch of Furka stuff I think you'd all like- Slick Brenda's paint mixing instructions, manufacturing directions for Sparkle-Be-Good fabric, a collection of literature and art from the entire galaxy where I come from, joke products- nobody plays pranks like Furka. And these," he said, setting a collection of small, finely crafted, ornately decorated, oddly shaped knives in equally impressive sheathes on the table, "are Paladinian blades. Extremely high quality, guaranteed sharp for life."

He looked around the table and grinned. Hopefully someone around here would prove to be a reasonably profitable trading partner, and nothing seemed to help reel them in more than a collection of items like this one, passed off as his "cheap" stuff and given away for what seemed like nothing.

[Chad32]

<Healing nanites.> Temrash said to Jagill, running it past him.

<Make me better fighter. But salem get my DNA. What was DNA again?>

<It's the stuff that makes you an individual. Various things can be done with DNA. In situations like mine, though, it wouldn't be hard to get a DNA sample from spilt blood or whatever.>

<Do it.>

"Okay, Salem. I'll let you have a sample of Jagill's DNA for some of those healing nanites."


<We're heading to speak with my friend Efaen.> Claxter said.

[Terenia]

<<Right, she'll just let me in once she realizes I've been here the whole time,>> Terenia says dryly. <<Brilliant.>>


Efaen hesitates only for a moment before following Mike, her every nerve wrought with tension. A million scenarios are playing in her head, each ending with some elaborate Yeerk trap. She pushes them aside, reminding herself that she is doing this for her people. They are worth any risks to her own life.

She does not speak to the Yeerk again, resolving to engage in conversation only if he initiates it. There is no reason to speak with someone so far below her. Instead she holds her head and tail high, stalk eyes twitching irritably as she waits for a nonexistent ambush.

She does notice a Illim off in the distance, the same human Controller that had arrived with Mike. She has little interest in him unless he draws a weapon, so she does not mention his approach.

[KitsuneMarie]

Elayne raises an eyebrow as Salem looks at her. Surely he doesn't think I could use that... He must be referring to Mar. Not sure his abilities, but I doubt he needs anything like that.

"This would've all been more useful a few months ago," she smirks at the trader. "Interesting collection, though."


Serid watches the strange parade recede into the distance, then sways. "Tired," he murmurs aloud. He begins walking towards the Bar, the only place he can think of to find both sleep and food, especially now that he can no longer enter the Madra. He wishes Illim had just turned it off--something that could only be done from the inside--but he supposes it served as another level of protection, and he could not blame the Yeerk for not lowering his defenses.


Illim wanders after Efaen with a sigh. A $20 bill, an empty holster, a portable Kandrona, and a ship: that's all he has to his name. It sure isn't much. He hopes the rebellion has a steady supply of food, for both him and Derrel.

[RAFrukh]

The human from the ship followed us. Claxter explained our goal.

We turned one stalk eye to him, the other three focusing on the DNA residue of the Efaen-Andalite we had picked up, <We have found the trail of residue. We are approaching the andalite; the residue is fresh.>

We continued following.

<There appears to be two human DNA trails coinciding on the same trajectory as the Andalite's. Associates?>

[Chad32]

Claxter thought about that. Two Human individuals walking with her? She was talking to one earlier, but now another had come and she was heading to the junkyard. Or was she just walking to the bar, and would pass by the junkyard to get to it? He pulled out his communicator, and looked at it. Debating on whether or not he should call her.

<I'm not sure. I could be someone who is untrustworthy. What do you say we catch up with them, and see what they're up to, before we make ourselves known? How close do you have to be to hear what they're saying?>

[RAFrukh]

We processed the query.

<Our Cranial Input Amplifier will allow a maximum range of approximately 150 feet, clearly.>

[Myitt]

<<I told you it was going to be difficult,>> Mike retorts.  <<How can you walk along without looking back?  It's giving me the crawling horrors, her behind us, all proper and deadly...>>

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Salem smiled and nodded at Temrash, "Jagill is your... host? Good choice. These things won't exactly work miracles, but they'll speed up recovery time from injuries by a bit, and will work round the clock to keep you healthier in general. You'll find yourself feeling stronger after just a few hours with these things in your bloodstream." He pulled what looked like a small glass rod from the inside of his case and waved it at Temrash. "Ready or not, I'm imaging your DNA." After a moment, he stuck it back into his case and picked up one of the small vials, which was filled with a milky white liquid. "If you'll hold out your arm, I'll inject you."

He looked at Elayne and smirked, "You sure I can't offer you anything from this pile? It's not like you're giving up anything to get it. Of course," he said, shrugging, "I have plenty more to offer. If you have something more substantial than DNA to offer me, I might be able to get you something really nice. I just need to know what you're interested in. Just so you know, I tend to deal mostly in information and technologies, but I'll take products and goods when I can as well."

[Chad32]

Temrash held out his arm so Salem could stick it. He didn't think the guy would pull something devious on him, though obviously they weren't very close.


<Ok then, let's get at least 150 feet away from them.> Claxter said, and trotted along. He really wanted to know if Corliss had talked to Efaen, and what he might trick her into doing. Now that she was back with the Andalites, he could say with confidence that Terenia had no right to be in her head without permission from Prince Ossanlin. If Danielle wanted to come along, hopefully she could travel a bit at a brisk jog.

[RAFrukh]

We fell behind for a moment, caught off guard by Claxters...pace...b ut we caught up.

<But...what mental resonances will We be scanning for?>

[Aldrea2011]

Danielle caught up, not affected by the pace. She had been all over chasing all sorts of people, naturally she needed to be fast to catch them. Typically, however, it usually involved improvising and shortcuts.