Galaxy's Edge Space Bar

[Chad32]

Claxter wasn't sure if Theta meant he'd punish Claxter, or the Alvie would punish him. How would one punish a machine that's not supposed to be able to feel anything?

<Who gets punished? You won't be punishing me, and being a machine you shouldn't fear punishment on yourself. You won't gain your freedom back unless you find some way to separate yourself from Gremyyt.>

[RAFrukh]

<Fear is irrelevant. Freedom is irrelevant. You will release us, or we will find a way to bypass you security measures. It is simple. Do not waste time in your linear existence. It would be simpler for all if you released us and prepared to enter the collective.>, we stated.

There was no collective there. We were many...yet we were one...one? There were no voices in m-m-my-my Our head. We were one. But that is a contradiction. We is many. There is no self, no one. If I was one...

I rose, <Perhaps your assimilation can be postponed.>

[Chad32]

<Indefinitely, I wager.> Claxter said as he thought about what he could do. If only he had more information. Maybe he could have gotten some from the ship, but he had already vaporized it. It would probably be too risky anyway. He wished he could talk to Prince Ossanlin. Gremyyt was in there somewhere, if only Claxter could get him out.

[RAFrukh]

We watched the young Andalite watching us...suddenly...

<A Yeerk Claxt--!>, I said.

We quickly brought ourselves under control again, <Something along those lines>, we began trying to distract the Andalite, <If you wish. But you must release us first.>

[Chad32]

Had Gremyyt said Yeerk? Was he thinking the same thing Claxter had thought of? The idea made him uncomfortable. He wondered if he could find Temrash. He reactivated the gravity feild in the room. <I am going out. Do not try anything.> He said, and placed new shredders outside the room. Though chances were he wouldn't be able to resist the gravity field with enough force to hack through the door.

He went to the bar, but Temrash wasn't there. He found the controller in the ship, and explained everything. Temrash told Danielle he was going, and brought up an image on the computer screen if she needed help with the controls. Together they made for Claxter's ship.

[Shenmue654]

((Sorry for the delay, Oss. My body's been somewhat shaken up. <__<; ))

Mar pauses on the trip for a few moments. His relationship with Myitt is a rather complicated one, spanning back long before there ever was a Myitt. He is not sure if he'd even be able to explain it to his friend. Still...Ossanlin can cause him no harm and is not involved with his affairs. The Bar, Mar muses, is rather like Las Vegas. What happens here stays here.

Mar then continues to walk and says with some trepidation, "There was a time when I was...very weak. Wounded from a battle that left me nearly dead. In desperation, I possessed the body of a creature known as Lord Vorlahk Mar Drakonis. He was...powerful for his species. He was hosting some kind of...party or special event. At this party, I met..."

Mar smiles slightly at the memory. "...I met Lady Amal'thea. Physically weak, but beautiful and kind. Nearly Vor's opposite physically speaking. Yet we did fall in love. Much as such things can be among nobles. Myitt still carries a remnant of the fire in my queen....as well as her immortal soul."

[Terenia]

"My story is not interesting enough to share," Terenia says, not bothering to look at Illim as she steps through the door. "Despite the fact that half of this bar seems to feel that they have a personal investment in it."

She pauses outside the building, crossing Mike's arms and taking a stance that looks oddly feminine for the British host. Her expression is a cross between frustrated and distracted, her thoughts following a similar line as Mike's.

<<What am I going to say to her?>> she asks him, despite knowing his thoughts already.


<<I do not know,>> Efaen admits. <<My situation is tumultuous at the moment. Despite his unorthodox tendencies I must serve him honorably. It is unlikely that another Andalite captain will accept me on their crew, and I wish to avoid returning to the Homeworld.>>

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin furrows his brow, catching up with Mar to walk beside him.  <You...are very old.  I suppose I knew that but it did not truly...compute...b efore.  How odd...you seem to be speaking of some very philosophically significant ideas.  You speak as though life is not limited to a lifetime.  And that one individual can have more than one lifetime, or perhaps infinite lifetimes.  There is little to suggest this scientifically.>  Ossanlin looks at Mar with a stalk-eye.  <So you suggest you knew Myitt before she existed...that is...interesting.>  He stops as Mar does.  <Are you well?>

[Myitt]

<<Well, 'hello' is a good way to start,>> Mike says wryly.  <<If she's so keen on being some sort of beleaguered hero, tell her this is her only bloody chance to actually fight the Empire!  So what if she's fighting alongside Yeerks?  I don't really understand what will get the idea through that thick head of hers.>>

[Shenmue654]

Mar sighs, continuing to head toward the Bar. He can actually see it now, although it's still a slight distance away. "I do not...like thinking about the incident. At first, I didn't even understand what had happened. I thought that she had just left and that it would be simple to track and find her again. I suppose I..."

Mar rubs the back of his head, looking embarassed. "....I didn't anticipate that Amal'thea wouldn't know who I was, even though I understood how mortality workedAnd yes, of course I am saying that you have more than one "life." Why else would I, a Highest, be chasing after Myitt? This mind may complicate my perception of it, but I still understand how reality works. In my world, there is no such thing as death for a normal entity. Mortals merely change minds and bodies...and sometimes personalities as well. Leaving this flesh should be effortless for me...but I am falling for such illusions yet."

Mar frowns. "...I am failing in many ways now, War-Prince. I am barely half the creature I was when I entered."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

<Hmm...failing?  I think not.  Perhaps you are actually succeeding in a way your other incarnations never thought possible.  I believe there to be great power in feeling.>  Ossanlin trots along with Mar, gazing at the bar.  <I suppose such reincarnation is not impossible...after all I suppose we forced it's hand with Myitt earlier.>

<You feel that allowing yourself to exist as a mortal is a failure.  Why?  Do you feel that we are weak?  Perhaps we do not possess the power you are familiar with, but we do possess other powers.  Emotion can drive us to ruin, but it can also elevate us to feats of grandeur.  Perhaps we are not truly less, merely different, and allowing yourself to explore our reality will lead to a greater understanding and a greater knowledge.  As I'm sure you know, Knowledge is the true Power.>  Ossanlin smiles at Mar before turning his main eyes back on the bar.

[warren_bearclaw]

Sapttus felt much better after cleaning his bowl. The slight buzzing feeling in their mind had subsided by now, as it always did after getting his fix. They notice that they were sitting very close to the girl who'd pushed past them without a word earlier. And... neither of them were too eager to start up a conversation with her, either. They turn to see the man they'd met briefly walking out the door. <<Was he in here the whole time?>> << I think he wandered in when you were uh, placing your order.>> But ... there wasn't any reason to go after him. After all, they'd only spoken for less than a minute. He looked around. There weren't too many people here, though it certainly wasn't empty. Most of them seemed to be occupied with poker, private conversations, or things of that matter. <<Well, what now?>> <<I figure we should find someone to talk with, and just get to learn about this place some.>> <<Yeah, that's better than just sitting on the fighter all day. How about them?>> Jasper pointed to a couple - a guy and a girl - who seemed to be chatting casually. <<Sure, why not? We know them just about as well as anyone else.>> "Hey" Sapttus said to the bartender, who responded with his trademark blank stare. "Can we get some chips?" Within a short minute, he'd returned with a basket of tortilla chips, which he carried to the table. "Mind if I join?" Jasper said.

[KitsuneMarie]

"Sounds like a pain," Illim remarks wryly and takes several steps ahead. A moment later, though, he stops, realizing that Terenia has not followed him any further. "You okay?" he asks as he turns to watch her. "Look, um, I realize you don't want my opinion, and I've got no real notion of what's going on here, but if that Andalite's telling the truth, you've got a damn good opportunity in front of you."


<<He seems, from my limited conversation with him, to be a strong leader,>> Serid responds, taking several steps for Efaen's one. <<Truly, we are fortunate to find him. As you say, our positions, although honorable, would be seen less than favorably by most of our people.>>

He sighs, straightening his shoulders even more as he combats his inner irritation. It is becoming apparent to him that, even among Andalites who share a tumultuous history with him, he must keep secrets. The benefit of a good Yeerk, he finds himself thinking, is that one continually has a confidante. To go through life with endless secrets one must indefinitely keep is a lonely existence, and one Serid has never known.


Elayne looks up at the approach of a man bearing food to their table. "Looks like you've already gotten the password taken care of," she teases with a smile. "Sure, take a seat."

[Shenmue654]

Mar turns his eyes to the Bar, but smirks knowingly. It is an odd, bitter expression. "...perhaps it is. That was what He thought, anyway. Humans believe that He came among mortals several times or only once, depending on the human. We Highest know how many times it actually was, but I do not intend to begin any complications here. It is true that knowledge of the mortal realm may allow greater understanding of it. But..."

Mar shrugs, still grinning. "...how exactly will that help me when I have returned to my old self, War-Prince? To complete my designs, I must be immune to such frivolities for the most part. The memory of being limited and full of the feeling of it will only slow me down. This madness may grant some pleasure and Corona, but that hardly does a ruler any good in the long run."

[Chad32]

Claxter and Temrash arrive at the ship.

"You'll need to lessen the strength of the gravity field just enough to where my host can resist. I don't really know how strong Theta is, but if I'm the stronger one I can restrain him with some pressure still on." Temrash said.

Claxter did so, and Temrash entered the room. Claxter would be at the controls to try to keep Theta down without flooring Temrash too.