Galaxy's Edge Space Bar

[Nero's Fury]

Okaru walked after the Andalite.

Once he took a step out of the door of the bar, he moved with such spped that to the untrained eye, he seemingly vanished to appear on a branch opposite the bar.

''Ossanlin! I know you fight by the way of honor. You have to by accepting my challenge. Therefore, as an honorbound warrior to another. I willingly state you may use any one person to accompany you. I have my one, whom will come if I beckon. I admit this to you to prove my honor. I am sorry, now that i have met you, that i accepted this mission. Just from what I have experienced, I know many must look up to you. But I did. So i must see it through.''

[Chad32]

Claxter was surprised at the Human's speed. He hadn't seen speed like that since he battled Vogefak. His tail stiffened with anticipation. He didn't know what his Prince's answer would be, but he didn't want to think of Efaen being picked over him. Yes she was a Warrior, but he didn't want to stand on the sidelines while she fought.

He had never fought someone with a sword before. He wouldn't be able to block something coming that fast, and deflecting it was debatable. He sized up his options.


Jagill saw the group leave, and the Human just disappeared. That was odd. He got up with his drink and looked outside, noticing the guy in the tree. How did he get up there so fast?

[Nero's Fury]

Okaru suddenly snapped his fingers and pointed, ''That means no assistance from the dead being. I saw the energy being transfered to you before. And if you think double crossing me, and going back on your word will work, you are mistaken. I will be forced to unleash my most devastating attack, risk taking my own life at doing so, but will be honorbound to end you.''

[Chad32]

<<Who is this guy? And what dead being is he talking about, sir?>> Claxter asked. He hadn't caught the guy's name, and didn't know Mar was dead.

[Terenia]

Efaen falls into step beside Claxter, following Ossanlin out of the bar. She has yet to recover Terenia's Dracon Beams - the holster still only contains her communicator, but as far as Efaen is concerned her tail is enough weapon. She holds it in a battle stance, choosing to position herself slightly behind Ossanlin and to the side.

<<This human's conditions are unacceptable>> Efaen says to Ossanlin and Claxter privately, her main eyes finding Okaru in the tree branch while her stalks shift restlessly. <<What right does he have to name the terms of battle?>>

[KitsuneMarie]

Serid's eyes narrow in slight irritation. If his future prince treats him this way, how can expect anything different from his future crew-mates? Of course, he isn't worth as much in a fight as an Andalite with a tail blade, but he is a good shot with his Dracon, and he deserves the honor of protectin Ossanlin as much as the others, especially the strange Efaen.

He follows them mutely with narrowed eyes.

[Chad32]

<<You have a point, Efaen. It's a bit arrogant for the challenger to also set the rules of engagement.>> Claxter said. He noticed she didn't have a weapon, and he had an extra. <<Take my shredder. You'll be safer from all your enemies that way.>> He handed her a shredder. Of course he also meant terenia, who had already once threatened her with a dracon while she was unarmed.


Jagill was actually happy to hear the Human demand that only one person help Ossanlin. As much as Temrash valued him, Jagill didn't want to fight to the death beside him. Now he had an excuse not to intervene.

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Al ****ed his head for a second and thought, then grinned. "The Macarena. I know that one. Man, you're making me want to get into old-school Earth culture all over again." With that, the Macarena began to play quietly within the ship, emanating from the walls, the floor, the ceiling, and from all of the 'furniture' that looked as if it'd grown out of the body of the ship. Al started doing a miniature version of the dance and singing along quietly.

"Sure you don't wanna join me?" he asked Jasper and Sapptus as the second verse started and he began repeating the dance, a little bigger this time. "This one's so easy!"

Salem watched Al, mouth agape, not understanding a word of Al's Spanish/English singing, for only a few seconds before rolling his eyes and turning back to Jasper. "I..." he paused for a second as he thought, "should be able to avoid using needles or anything intrusive, if you're willing to wait a couple extra minutes. And for the information I'll be getting on Yeerk physiology from you, I'll find something to make it worth your while. I'm not in the habit of getting something for nothing from my trading partners," he said with a wink. "It's usually turns out better for both of us if you know I'll pay well for anything I get."

"Do... you need anything from me to feel comfortable... 'disengaging,'" he asked, with a little less certainty. "Because I'm ready for this whenever you are."

A series of neon silhouettes on the wall indicated a group stepping out to the front of the bar. Among them was the bright white color Salem had chosen to represent War-Prince Ossanlin. Salem watched with interest as the figure carrying a long metal shaft- that had to be the swordsman that had threatened Ossanlin in the bar- moved with impressive speed, but didn't say anything to Al or Jasper.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin watches behind him with his stalk eyes, surprised to see Serid stand and join them as well.  <<I did not know if you would wish to participate in this Serid and did not wish to force you into a compromising situation...I will not deny you the chance to do so and welcome your support, but you should feel no shame or dishonor should you wish to remain within the bar...I will not hold it against you.  The choice lies with you.>>

Ossanlin looks at Mar, and then Claxter and Efaen.  <<He will not name the conditions of battle.  I have made no agreements with him an whatever he believes of his honor, he is still a mercenary.  I would ask you both Efaen and Claxter, to stand back a bit from myself.  He is too fast for Shredders from what I have seen.  I will need to use blades and I need considerable space to wield all three successfully.  I only wish for you to interfere if my life appears to be in danger...I do not want him to have reason to injure either of you unless absolutely necessary.  Mar, I may require an energy transfer...in fact I think it likely.  I will only ascend if I must, but considering what transpired earlier, I believe it may be necessary.>>

Ossanlin then calls in open thought-speech.  <You have no right to name the terms of this fight Okaru.  I agreed to nothing and have not given my word on anything but telling you where to find Ossanlin.  You have come to kill me in exchange for money, or so I assume.  This is not an honorable battle, it is attempted murder for hire.  I will be assisted by as many as I so desire.  I will not chase you or hunt you, you came to hunt me.  If you want my life, you will have to take it.>  Ossanlin allows his hands to rest on the tsuka of his katana.

[Nero's Fury]

Reaching slowly behind himself, Okaru drew forth his hidden Zetai. A Zetai is a blade made of alien metal, capable of absorbing energy shots and distributing them individually in blasts. It resembled a traditional style Katana. The major downside to the weapon was if it absorbed enough energy and did not fire it off, it would cause an event similar to a concussion blast.

Keeping both blades at the ready Okaru called, ''True I hunt you. But I do so honorably. I came to you, admitted that I lied to find you, saw you were with friends and did not kill you before you could do anything. I gave you the chance to get yourself ready. My rules of engagement simply make it safer for myself, simply put, because you obviously outnumber me. And regardless of the fact that I have not unleashed my full speed, or power, I would preffer an honorable fight. Is there a specific ritual you request I perform upon your death? Any last rights?''

I am the Battousai! I will end this! Okaru thought to himself.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin shakes his head a bit at the arrogance displayed by the human.  <The manner in which you approached me does not change the reason that you hunt me does it?  For that matter, you needed to confirm your kill...how could you have done so without absolutely ascertaining my identity?  You have agreed to kill a sentient being in order to further yourself, for your own benefit.  Why should I not use every advantage I have at hand against a would-be assassin?  I would be a fool not to draw upon all of my resources.>

Ossanlin slides his hands down to the tops of his saiya, using his thumbs to 'pop' the swords free of the saiyas' grip, crossing his hands in front of himself again, ready to draw blades.  <You seem to think that I will die like a gornak pup without it's mother.  If this is the case, your employer should've given you some better intelligence.>  He eases his deflective, light-charged katana a bit further.

[Nero's Fury]

Turning so slightly it wouldnt be noticed again, to the eyes of an unseasoned warrior. He was now in the start of a very devastating attack, known as the Kai Tro Zitza ((ka tru zeetza)). It earned the title through the movements that align the chi points, Ka, Tro and Zhe, 3 of the more powerful points on the body. All being located in the arm save for Zhe, which is near the heart. When connected, Okaru would find his arms severely faster and stronger.

[Terenia]

Efaen accepts the shredder from Claxter and slips it into her holster. It doesn't fit perfectly, as the holster is designed for Dracon Beams, but it will work well enough. She sends Claxter a silent look of gratitude before tuning in on what her Prince is saying.

<<Yes, Prince Ossanlin,>> Efaen says, backing up a few paces to allow the Andalite room. Despite the serious situation, she feels a prickling of curiosity. She has known of the Andalite's strange powers, but she has never seen them performed before. It is an opportunity that she is almost grateful for, despite the circumstances.

Her main eyes never waver from the mercenary, and she wonders why Prince Ossanlin would find a mere human - albeit, a fast one - to be such a large threat.

[Chad32]

Claxter also backed off a bit. He held his main eyes steady on the mercenary while scanning the area from the friend that the mercenary mentioned earlier. Was what he said about not yet showing his true power a bluff? Who knew? Claxter felt this was out of his league, but he would not run.


"Why this have to happen now?" Jagill asked no one in particular. A powerful Human threatening the Andalites, and he didn't have Temrash to make a decision for him. He didn't want to get between the Andalites and the Human, but he also didn't want to go back to his seat. He just kept watching from the doorway. He noticed his hand was on his dracon. Was this Human starting to make him nervous?

[warren_bearclaw]

"Um... no, I'm fine." Sapttus said, on Jasper's behalf. <<No way are you doing that.>> <<I know, I know... I'd just look like a moron. He looks like he's having a blast...>> Then, they realized the music coming from the ship. "...How... did you do that?" Jasper said, gesturing at the ship, perplexed. It was as if the ship had simply decided that now was an appropriate time for the Macarena. Now, they'd seen some intelligent computer systems before, but nothing like that. The fact that the ship was apparently listening to them, and understanding them, was more than just a little weird for Jasper and Sapttus both.

Sapttus decided to not worry about that for the moment, and faced Salem. "No, I'll be fine. I really appreciate your offer. Honestly, I can't think of anything else in the world I care for right now more than getting a cure."

<<Yeah... but some peanut butter would be nice too, wouldn't it?>>
<<You're right... I wonder what the chances of them having that at this bar would be.>>
<<Well, you know what I'd ask for, after getting you all fixed up of course... >>
<<You want to play with all his toys on the shelves, don't you?>>
<<Yeah I do! Seriously! You know that antique shop down the street from Subway? Pfft, big deal. This guy's stuff is way cooler.>>