Galaxy's Edge Space Bar

[Terenia]

"I don't care," Terenia says roughly. "She's not as dangerous as she pretends to be. She's just...deluded. The only realy time she's spent with Yeerks before this place has been on Visser Three's Blade Ship; that isn't exactly the sort of place that goes far in disproving Andalite propaganda."

She pushes away from the pool, pacing the small room as her own frustration grows. "I know it's a long shot, but what other choice do I have? Like I said before, no one will want me as their Yeerk. No one. I can't spend the rest of my life stuck in a stupid pool and if I let Ossanlin work his voodoo magic who knows what could happen? I could end up with three arms or something. At least with Efaen I know what I'm getting myself into."

[Myitt]

<I can try and ask him again, but Terenia, he's very busy.  If I know my brother, he could be liable to give up on both of you, if we can't make up our minds or keep pleading one way or another,> Corliss says wearily.  <Although whatever Ossanlin has in mind also concerns me, in terms of your well being.  I don't know what sort of technology or powers he and Mar have, but to be honest, they aren't normal, and the thought of something happening to you...I'm just concerned.>

[Terenia]

"Well what do you think I should do then? Go to the rebellion in a tupperware and take my chances that someday there might be someone crazy enough to want me for a host?" She slams her left fist against the wall, needing to expel some of her anger. "You're right, this is stupid. I can't be bothering your brother with every little problem of mine. I'm not even in the rebellion yet and look at how much trouble I've caused. This was a stupid idea from the start."

Her voice chokes slightly and she glances down at the Dracon that is still being held loosely in her right hand. Maybe...

[Myitt]

<<Terenia, don't be an idiot,>> Mike snaps.  <<Whatever you're thinking, going into it with a gun isn't going to work!>>

<Look.  Terenia.  If we can convince Efaen that she'd live a worthy life in the rebellion...and if she can convince me that she won't kill us all on some purifying rampage, then perhaps we can consider her.  Consider it, it's not a promise.>  Corliss sighs mentally.  <But how can we possibly change her mind, and change Reven's?>

He doesn't voice his own revulsion at the Andalite's bigoted, sanctimonious demeanor, although his slimy flesh practically crawls with the thought of Efaen joining the rebellion.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

<I have my thoughts...>  Ossanlin turns back away from the bar and begins walking again, absorbing nutrients from the crushed grass.  <He said he was hired to find me.  That could imply many things, not the least of which that it's not him that's looking for me.  He must be a mercenary of some sort.  He was very aggressive and rather powerful, especially for a human.  He called himself a Battousai...I do not know the meaning of this word in truth.  It would be clear could we but decipher the meaning of that word.>

Ossanlin takes a deep breath before continuing.  <But to simply surmise from what we know...I must assume he has been hired to dispatch me.  I have many enemies, some rather powerful, rich, or both.  He seems to be skilled at fighting...when money and martial ability are combined, the logical assumption is assassination.>  Ossanlin's tone of thought remains neutral, as if this is nothing out of the ordinary.  <I will speak with him in the bar.  Perhaps I can learn some things before he makes an attempt upon my life.  He does not know I am his target, and that gives me a small margin of leeway.  Perhaps I can at least glean the identity of his employer before I reveal my identity.>

[Terenia]

"I don't know, but I know that she won't be happy on that stupid Dome Ship of Ossanlin's," Terenia says. "I don't care what he says, she isn't going to be seeing the brunt of this war for a long time and that'll drive her crazy. She hates the Yeerks, but she hates not having a part to play more. She needs to realize that she needs me as much as I need her. I just don't see how that's possible, though. She's so...ugh."

[Myitt]

<Perhaps if she can be quarantined, convinced that we're allies and not enemies,> Corliss says thoughtfully.  His tone turns flat.  <Although even then, how can we trust her not to turn on us?  To be the Andalite that destroyed the lying pack of slugs who claimed to be allies of the People?>  He pauses, waiting for that to sink in.  <Do you think we'll be able to trust her, after everything she's done to you?>

[Terenia]

"If she's my host then I can alert you guys if she's planning anything or starting to change her mind," Terenia says. "She won't hurt you guys, though. Not if she thinks that hurting you will hurt her in the long run. I think."

Terenia stops pacing to look back down at the sludgy pool. "Can we do that, though? Quarantine Efaen without having half the bar on our heels? Temrash and Ossanlin both seem to be rather adamant about keeping the two of us separate."

[Myitt]

<Well, I meant quarantine her at the base,> Corliss says thoughtfully.  <If we can manage to lure her back to the Skimmer, it's possible we could sit her down, so to speak, for a rational conversation.>

<<Yeah, and whose heads will go bloody rolling across the floor?>> Mike replies.  <<Terenia, tell him he's just asking for trouble.  Don't you think so?  I don't like the idea of cooping her up in here.  If we want to talk to her, talk to her on her own terms.  Someplace open, where she feels safe.>>

[Terenia]

"She won't listen to me," Terenia says to both Corliss and Mike. "Trust me, I've tried. It doesn't matter how many memories I show her, she thinks that because I am a human I don't know or understand anything."

"This is hopeless, isn't it?" she says dully, reholstering the Dracon Beam as her mood plummets once more. "I just need to accept the fact that I'm stuck. Efaen will go off and get herself killed trying to be a hero and I'm doomed to spend the rest of my life afraid someone will dump too much salt on me."

[KitsuneMarie]

Now off the ship, Illim follows Serid through the ship yard until he realizes they're not heading back to the Bar. "Where are you going?" he asks.

Serid turns his head but does not stop walking. "I am going to sleep on the Madra for a time. Please wake me if War Prince Ossanlin attempts to leave without me."

"Oh, right," Illim nods, stopping on the rough gravel. "Yeah. Sleep tight," he says with a small smirk, and then heads towards the building to wait for Corliss or Terenia's call.

<<I guess that didn't go so bad,>> he murmurs to Derrel. <<I'm optimistic they'll actually accept us into the rebellion.>>

[Chad32]

<Yeah. It looks like things may work out. I guess we learned a valuable lesson about locking up after you leave the ship. House too, as the case may be.> Derrel said.


Claxter returned to the gun he used to imprison Theta, which he had left at the bar. He wondered how long he should wait until talking to Prince Ossanlin about it. In the meantime, he remained near Efaen, acting casual. If he didn't have anywhere else he needed to be, he enjoyed being near her.

[RAFrukh]

Bbbccchhhtttzzz!!!

The Hypostore gun almost shorted out. Quantum particles were hard enough to store. The quantum particles of a sapient creature, especially one with cybernetic implants that were constantly trying to communicate with the rest of the crew, were beginning to stress the Hypostore's hold.

[Chad32]

Claxter began examining the gun. <That didn't sound good. I'm afraid I may be running out of time with this thing. Hmm. Efaen, can you come with me to my ship? There's something I need to do, and I may require assistance.>

[Myitt]

Corliss laughs, not unpleasantly.  <Don't worry, we'll make sure that doesn't happen to you, at least,> he says genially.  <As for Efaen, it may not yet be hopeless.  It's going to be an uphill battle, but it's not hopeless.  You just have to prepare yourself if it doesn't work.  At least you'll have a place to live that's relatively safe, yeah?>

<<He's so cute when he uses my turn of phrase,>> Mike says, fondly.