Galaxy's Edge Space Bar

[warren_bearclaw]

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.>>

Jasper walks slowly through the shipyard, weaving his way towards the shack, or whatever that sad excuse for a building was. After turning a corner, they see two men walking and talking.

"Hey, it looks like you were right, buddy. There are people here. Like, people people."
<<That's good. What are they saying?>>
"Like I'd be able to hear it any better than you? I think that one there is going  over to that building we saw earlier. Do we want to follow him?"
<<Sounds like a plan. Let's just hope he doesn't mind being followed.>>
"Good point. So, uh... follow, or no?" Jasper asks, speaking softly.
"Hello? Sir?" Sapttus calls out, making sure to be clearly visible, with his hands in plain sight. Hopefully, this guy would know something about where they were. And hopefully, he wouldn't pull out a gun.

[Hunter]

((so tempted to rejoin this... but what character should i create?))

[Terenia]

<Very well,> Efaen says, glancing at the device that Claxter is holding. She is curious, but not enough so that she asks questions. Her mind is on other tasks. Ossanlin has been absent for some time now, and that concerns her. It is difficult to spy on one who is not present.




"Safe," Terenia repeats. "Yeah." She isn't entirely sure how she feels about that verdict. She has no desire to be a war hero; she isn't Efaen, but at the same time she doesn't want to be put entirely on the sidelines either.

<<Strange, considering I don't have anything left to fight for,>> she says silently.

"Alright," Terenia inhales deeply, gathering herself. "So now what? Track down Efaen and ask her to pretty please have a conversation with me that doesn't end with Mike's head rolling across the grass?"

[KitsuneMarie]

Illim stops at hearing a voice, wondering for half a second if it's Corliss. Sir, he thinks. Now there's something I haven't heard in a while. When he turns, though, he sees a complete stranger approaching him. He instantly starts attempting to catalog what he potentially could be--Imperial, Peace Movement, unfortunate bystander like Derrel. The last seems the least likely. He instinctively checks the Dracon holder at his waist, but Serid has the weapon now.

<<Great. More interaction. More secrets,>> he mutters to Derrel. <<I'm so ready to be in the rebellion where I can live day-to-day being me, for once.>>

Despite his inward irritation, he puts on a pleasantly interested smile and heads towards the man. "Hey there."

[Chad32]

<Thank you.> Claxter said, and started out towards his ship. On his way there, he explained what was going on. About Theta, the hyperstore, and Theta's attempts to assimilate everyone. <I wanted to inform Prince Ossanlin, but I think this machine is starting to short out. The best thing I can think of is to put Theta in a storage room of my ship. If we can hold him there, hopefully we can free the trapped Andalite from control.>

[Shenmue654]

Mar nods slowly and stands next to Ossanlin. The fact that he's only about two-thirds or even half the Andalite's height strikes him, but it's not surprising. They were always a rather large species.

He eventually says with a worried look, "...I cannot let you go alone. If that being intends to kill you, I will try to assist you in the fight. I only have movement and communication spells available to me, but I may be able to make something of these. You've come very close to death in this awful place many times. It would be unfair to allow it to happen again."

[Nero's Fury]

Okaru turned and dropped from the roof of the bar and walked inside. He ordered a small bottle of wine and took his seat in the corner of the room.

He didnt drink often but when he did his wine was the preffered drink.

[warren_bearclaw]

"You don't know how glad I am to see people here." Sapttus said with a visible sigh of relief.  He gestured back towards his ship. "I just popped out of Z-space and happened to come across this lovely little establishment."
<<So which one of us popped out of Z-Space?>> Jasper said jokingly.
<<You did. We can tell him later that we're together, assuming it wouldn't scare him off. Now shut up.>>
<<Fine, fine...>>
"Quite frankly though... I have no earthly idea where this is. You wouldn't happen to know anything about this place, would you?" Sapttus said, removing Jasper's glasses. <<I hate these glasses...>> "I'm assuming we aren't the only ones here...."

[KitsuneMarie]

"That's your ship?" Illim inquires with interest, glancing towards where the newcomer gestures.

The thought, however, abruptly triggers panic in the Yeerk. "****!" he curses. "Hang on-- I'll just be-- You can come if..." Without bothering to finish any of his sentences, he darts away in the direction he had last seen Serid go.

The mention of a ship had reminded Illim that the Gleet Biofilter on the Madra is still activated, and if Serid tries to pass through it... It would not end well now that Serid is free. Usually, Illim would not doubt Serid's clear thinking, but the Andalite had been a host for so long and he is now so tired, that he could easily be walking into a death trap.

His worries send him sprinting through the ship yard, kicking up gravel as he runs. He doesn't check to see if the newcomer is following him out of concern or curiosity--or if he is even following at all. <<He can chalk it up to another weirdo at the Bar, I guess,>> he thinks, panting.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin nods as he makes his way toward the lake.  He reaches the shore and dips a hoof in.  He purposely does not look towards Tamora's grave which was probably only a half-mile away across a bit of water.

The cool water rushing up his leg feels incredibly refreshing.  He looks up toward the sky, the slight breeze across his face adding to the refreshing effects of the water.  <I appreciate your assistance my friend.  It may be necessary for me to ascend in order to match him.  I do not yet have enough of an energy reserve to do so for more than a minute or so, and doing that would most-likely cause me to lose consciousness yet again.  He has come at an...inopportune time.>

Ossanlin finishes his drink of water, turning back toward the bar, still absorbing some nutrients as he walks.  <I suppose we'd best not keep him waiting, he didn't appear to be the patient type.>

[Terenia]

Efaen absorbs Claxter's story with somewhat less surprise than she would have upon arrival in the bar, but the idea of an Andalite being...assimilated...makes her fur stand on end. At least with Terenia I still had control over my thoughts, Efaen finds herself thinking. She quickly redirects those thoughts, though, not wanting to give Terenia any allowances.

Efaen is about to offer a response when her thoughts are interrupted by a series of shouts that seemed to be coming from nearby.

<Did you hear that?> Efaen asks, stopping short. She listens intently, clearly making out the sound of heavy feet on gravel. Running, but slowly by Andalite standards. If there is trouble, Ossanlin may be nearby... she realizes, glancing at Claxter.

<Excuse me,> Efaen says abruptly. <I will assist you shortly, but first I believe it necessary to determine the source of such a panic. You should continue on to your ship and ensure that this 'Theta' is kept safe.>

Efaen does not wait for Claxter to answer, breaking instead into a gentle trot in the direction of the commotion.

[Nero's Fury]

Okaru set his sword along the length of his table, and poured himself some wine.

He took a big drink, and turned his eyes to the roof.

[Chad32]

<Take care.> Claxter said. He headed to the ship, since he didn't know how much time he still had. Once inside he cleared out a room that was large enough for an adult Andalite to stand comfortably. He set up some shredders on stun that would fire if he tried to leave the room, and worked the machine to try to get it to let him out.

[Myitt]

<Yes, please don't allow her to remove Mike's head from his body,> Corliss says dully.  <I don't believe he would appreciate it.  Nor would I.>

<<If you reckon it's the only way,>> Mike says, sounding disappointed.  <<I just hope this is the best choice, for you and for the rebellion.>> 

And no, he thinks irritatedly, I don't care what's best for Efaen.

[KitsuneMarie]

"Serid! Serid!" Illim shouts as he veers around another ship. <<Dammit, thought speech would be really useful about now,>> he mutters. <<I've had enough running for the day!>>


Serid barely covers a yawn as he makes his way towards the Madra. The shiny, petite ship comes into view just as he hears someone shouting his name. The voice sounds familiar:his Yeerk's new host. <Illim?> he calls in open thought speech, pausing his stride.