Galaxy's Edge Space Bar

[KitsuneMarie]

Serid watches the Andalite, his suspicions regarding Efaen's past seeming to be more and more justified by the moment. This must be Terenia's former host, he surmises.

Looking to Illim, he wonders aloud, but privately, <<What are you doing here?>>

Illim raises a single finger to tell Serid to wait until this has resolved, not wanting to step into the middle of it. He is far more intrigued by this game of coercion than with the prospect of getting his billfold back from Serid.

[Stephquiem]

Adam continues to ignore Amy. He briefly considers moving, but to be honest, it feels like more trouble than it's really worth at this point. Instead, he finishes his coke and orders another. He continues studying the straw castle, frowning and fidgeting with a stray straw.

[Myitt]

"Then, naturally, if you were to join us and we were to make your presence at our facility known to the Andalite Electorate, they would have no choice but to find you," Mike continues calmly.  "Of course, finding you would be rather difficult.  But you would be sacrificing yourself for the good of your people.  Your so-called freedom to return to Ossanlin's fleet, you must understand that for all the War-Prince's best intentions, those higher than him in the Andalite hierarchy will have you returned to your home scoop at once."

He steps closer to Efaen, wary of her tail, but determined.  "Don't you understand?  If you give up your freedom to be with us, and if we divert the vengeance of the Andalite fleet by arranging to return you to them, you would be a war hero.  The only Andalite to know the workings of the Yeerk rebellion and to report back to your people about it.  Yes, the information you see would be on our terms, not Ossanlin's, but it would be real information.  And, if you decide to stay...or, if the Andalite fleet simply cannot find our location..."  He shrugs.  "The sacrifice would be all the greater."

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Salem grinned and shook his head at Elayne, "Not in the utterly selfish way you're implying, no. I do have a conscience, believe it or not. My actions seem to have consequences on others that make me think I should have just stayed at home. But that's kind of my point. I'm perfectly capable of causing bad things to happen without temporal assistance. At least if I knew what might happen I could try for something better." He smirked, "Most beings I've met would agree with me. What is it that makes you different? You're not a Yeerk, so... what, then?" he wondered allowed, half to himself and half to Elayne.

Salem noticed Ossanlin at the bar, trailed by Mar and... someone with a sword. Salem smirked. He'd never seen any use for the silly things, not on a modern battlefield. He'd have to keep an eye on Ossanlin- he wanted to speak to him before he left again, at least. It seemed the War-Prince was more at home in the areas near the bar than actually in it, and Salem figured he'd have a hard time finding him once he left again.

After a few seconds, Salem looked back at Temrash, thinking for a moment. "You make it sound like you've got influence to rival the Yeerk High Council, but if that were true, they'd be all but done for already. Instead you're hiding in this non-place. I think you know as well as I do that most Yeerks must still be loyal to the Council, and from what I've heard, the Council can offer great rewards for loyalty. Why shouldn't the ones you trust turn you in? After all, the Council trusted you for long enough to make you a Visser, and look how that worked out for them."

[Chad32]

"I have a lot of pull, but I can't get to them. They're paranoid, and don't let anyone near them that they don't implicitly trust. By the Kandrona, I can't even get to Visser Three, and and he doesn't have twelve other people posing as him to ward off assassination. Everyone under me has their own reasons for not betraying me, and maybe I'm not too worried about it partly because I'm not afraid of dying. Maybe I'm a little more unhinged than I think I am. I'm just not going to start questioning what I have as long as what I do does some good."

[Nero's Fury]

Okaru stared at the Andalite...what would be the point in gaurding a being so closely? Was it family? Friends...or...

The man did say he would be one of a kind...an andalite weilding blades....

He slowly stood and walked beside the andalite and leaned on the bar, ''See...the thing is. I remember my contractor mentioning that ossanlin would be a one of a kind Andalite. One wielding blades...''

[Terenia]

<Prince Ossanlin vowed that he would allow me a combat position,> Efaen says, her thoughts rising sharply as she defends herself.

"Prince Ossanlin?" Terenia asks, seizing control over Mike's vocal functions. "The same Andalite who you consider a traitor for dealing with Yeerks? How do you know he isn't lying to you?"

<How do I know that you are not lying to me?> Efaen counters. If she has noticed the switch in control she shows no indication, and Terenia quickly retreats again. Efaen's main eyes flicker up and down Mike's body, as though searching for an ulterior motive. The truth is, he has touched on her worst fear. The idea of being told to sit out the war, to return to the homeworld, is unacceptable.

And yet...

<How would diverting the Andalite forces in a search for me help us?> she asks. <If this so-called rebellion is in fact a separate faction all it would accomplish is pulling resources away from the bulk of the Empire. I would not be a war-hero, but a cause for catastrophe.>

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

<Did he?  How interesting...>  Ossanlin accepts his drink from the BT and places it on the floor, dipping his hoof in to drink.  <It does seem like a fairly defining feature doesn't it?>

[Myitt]

"That is of course assuming that we will, in fact, contact them to look for you," Mike replies, still reeling from the shift in control, but trying hard to maintain his composure.  "And assuming they'd bother to send more than a scout ship or two after your sorry hide."

[Terenia]

<So you first attempt to bribe me by saying the fleet would look for me, then rescind your previous comment and say that you may not even contact them?> Efaen scuffs one of her hooves derisively. <This is beginning to sound less like a proposition and more like a threat.>

[Myitt]

Mike shrugs.  "You're the one who's convinced we're all a pack of rotten liars," he replies.  He smiles faintly.  "Why not play into your expectations, Andalite?  Suffice it to say that this is your last chance to give yourself up for the good of your people.  We will contact them, and they can very well attempt to find you, with their massive depletion of sources that I'm sure a scout ship would entail.  But mark my words, Efaen.  You won't be anything more than a civilian girl on a transport ship to your homeworld once Ossanlin's superiors find out you've been found."

He sighs, giving a last glance at the two Andalites, and turns to go.

[Nero's Fury]

Okaru slowly pulled the hilt softly, drawing an inch of the blade forth, ''Well...I cant help but wonder then...''

[Terenia]

<<Nice,>> Terenia whispers appreciatively in Mike's head. Efaen says nothing to him, privately or otherwise. She looks as though someone has hit her with the flat of a tail blade. For a few moments she seems to be struggling internally; finally she looks to Serid with a glare of what could almost be interpreted as accusation.

<And what do you make of these Yeerk lies?> she hisses. <Sacrifice my well-being to live in a cesspool of Yeerks? And for what? My people will not send me to the homeworld. They cannot. They will not.>

She hesitates briefly.

<Will they?>

[Myitt]

Mike glances back, barely even pausing in his stride.

"I think we both know the answer to that question," he calls, and he continues walking.

<<Oh, man,>> he moans.  <<Are you sure that was good enough?  She's one hell of a twisted girl, inn'she...she knows how to turn everything against you!>>

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

<And just what is it you are wondering about, hmm?>  Ossanlin sips his drink, leaning his arms a bit on the bar counter, main eyes examining the glass bottles behind the counter with only a single stalk watching Okaru.