Galaxy's Edge Space Bar

[Myitt]

Corliss hesitates, his eyes narrowing at the Sub-Visser.  "Myitt is my brother," he replies warily.  "I can contact her, but I can guarantee you you won't have much luck discussing the particulars of how you're supposed to know her, or anything else for that matter."  He ****s his head slightly.  "Tell me, Sub-Visser Fifty-Nine, how did you come to hear my brother's name?"

[RAFrukh]

Ogreon was silent for a moment. His eyes were slightly dilated. The lips on his small mouth were slightly pursed in surprise.

Ogreon spoke up hesitantly, "Uh...my apologies. You were being silent, so I felt I should introduce myself.", He looked at the woman in the cloak.

[Terenia]

Efaen nods. <<I understand,>> she says, although she is not entirely sure that she does. His fatigue she can certainly grasp, but these strange abilities of his are foreign to her, and theoretically impossible. They set her on edge - a fact she tries to hide. <<Alert me when you are prepared to perform the procedure and I will be ready. In the meantime, may I have your leave so that I may attempt to negotiate contact with the rebel leader regarding my placement?>>


"Your brother," Zorish says, folding his arms across Tamora's chest, "was somewhat mentioned in a rather odd communication that I intercepted. The message referred to my apparent death, as well as that of this body, by two different individuals. Salem -" Zorish nods his head in the human's direction, although he appears to have shifted out of the conversation upon Corliss' arrival, "-indicated that this bar is a strange nexus where timelines and universes are capable of diverging, which would at least explain why everyone thinks that I am dead when I am not."

Zorish pauses, reaching behind him to pick up his glass and take a sip of the Scotch, forcing back Tamora's desire to shudder in disgust. Calmly setting the glass back down he continues. "I took the liberty of looking your brother up in the Imperial records. It would seem that he has quite a gashad on his head. If you two are close enough to remain in contact I would wager there's a hefty price to be had for you as well."

Cold gray eyes scrutinize Corliss' human face. "I would like to assure you, Corliss Three-Eight-Two, that I mean you no harm, and I have no intentions of collecting on your bounties. I am here for information, nothing more. I merely wish to speak to speak to Myitt, preferably face to face. I am curious as to how she managed to overpower this other version of me, and how she managed to separate my host and myself." He hesitates, eyes tracking for a moment as he listens to something Tamora is saying. "I should also like to speak to a person by the name of Terenia, if you are aware of their whereabouts."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin nods in the rather expansive Hork-Bajir manner and looks again at Efaen.  <<If you feel that you can trust Corliss any more than an urtak.  Do you require any supplies?  I have some spare things aboard the Mirage...a couple of communicator/transponders, an extra ARC...and a spare standard Shredder.  I also have some rations though those are hardly necessary in this setting.>>

[KitsuneMarie]

Serid fixes his gaze on the Hork-Bajir watching him; he surmises he must be Ossanlin, considering his company. He approaches slowly, wondering if he takes enough time that Efaen will be gone by the time he reaches the morphed Andalite. Gravel crunches unevenly beneath his shoes, but he walks steadily ahead, his dark eyebrows drawn.

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Salem laughed. Ewa was sarcastic- it was kind of a nice change of pace after the Andalites and the jaded Rebels he'd been dealing with lately. When she asked about what he was "supposed to be," he hesitated for a moment before realizing she was probably talking about his clothing.

"Cowboy," he said. "Apparently they were big on Earth back in the day. I think it was about the same time period these guys are from, actually," he said, waving a hand to indicate Corliss and Zorish, ". He tipped his hat, "Howdy, pardner. Or somethin'. I should probably stop that, or Al'll yell at me again," he said with a sheepish smile.

"So, where're you from?" Salem asked. "You're at least heard of Yeerks, I take it. What brings you here?"

[AmberKatira]

It was good to hear someone laugh and break up a bit of the general tension in the place.

"Really, I haven't the slightest idea."  Ewa continued smiling but her eyebrows drew down slightly, as if puzzled.  Did he just break from character or.... does his character have some reason to dress up as an ancient Earth cowboy?  Certainly those sorts of stories came from the same period as Animorphs--she'd participated in those as well--but she'd never seen them cross before.  She gave Salem a searching look, but he just waited expectantly.  Maybe this isn't the sort of place I should be taking so seriously.

Ewa grinned wider for a moment then reigned her expression into more amused and watchful.  She swept her coat back from her hip so the "phaser" was visible, propped one elbow on the bar and one foot on the rung of a stool next to Salem.  "Now, just sayin' a young woman knows Yeerks in her own town," she drawled, "don't mean they gonna cause the same sort a trouble in a different one.  Most important thing about traveling in these parts, so I reckon, is making sure you know what's gone on.  Ask the smart questions."

She lets one eyebrow twitch upward--half question, half challenge.

[Midnight_Huntress]

Jade Tear had a slight problem with her. Her curiosity. It just may one day get her killed. But until then it will just get the better of her. She took a soft breath and turned to look at the man again. This time someone approached him - rather rudely - and he had dismissed him. When the newcomer looked her way, she wasn't sure what to do. Finally she upped the courage and picked up her glass, walking in a soft whisper towards them. First to the newcomer - since she had heard the exchange - she turned and said in her silvery voice first in Elvish then again in English, "Some are silent for personal reasons. They do not wish to be in the way, or they are merely in thought. In any case, if one has chosen silence, and you wish to introduce yourself one could try this approach."

She turned to the one who bought her drink, turning those cobalt blue eyes on him with a full view of her face through the hood. "I beg your pardon, permit me if you will. I am Neakin-angua-ter-eluim. Or a much easier name Jade Tear On Stone. May I ask, as to your name, kind sir?" She asked fluidly using the Elvish pronunciation of her name and then the English translation giving a slight bow to him.

[General Squall Leonhart]

The humanoid watched as the beautiful being approach him and Ogreon, who was still standing by his booth. When she arrived she first turned to Ogreon and spoke in a language he did not understand, but sounded very beautiful. She then spoke in a language that sounded very familiar, but could not immediately recognize. However the translator in his visor did recognize the language and identified it as English.

A million memories from the past came flooding back so quickly he did not initially hear what this being had said to him. However he quickly composed himself and read what the translator had recorded of her speech. It had been years since he had spoke this language, but it all came back to him. He placed his arms across his chest, forming a circle with his fingers and inclined his head slightly. "Greetings Jade Tear On Stone" he spoke slowly in English, the watery sound of his voice more noticeable, and his spots turning a dull pink in color. "My name is Lucan Bristow of the Warrior Reln." He hesitated slightly before continuing "Would you honor me by joining me?"

[Midnight_Huntress]

She offered a smile to him. If there was anything her people understood besides Magick it was honor. She gave a nod of her head and took a seat in front of him. "Forgive me, my curiosity is a deviled beast. I must know why someone who knows nothing of me would offer to pay for my drink. Though I am thankful." she said keeping her eyes with him. She had never seen so many creatures and species, but this one had spots that seemed to change color and it intrigued her.

[General Squall Leonhart]

His spots turned black as he smiled at her. "There is no need to ask forgiveness, curiosity is not a sin." He paused to take a drink, his spots again changing to blue and then red, before changing to a dull pink as he looked at this beautiful female. "As a Warrior Reln I am trained to silently observe. When you entered your dress and demeanor did not fit the profile of this place. You seemed lost and I felt it was my duty to assist you."

"I hope you will not think me rude, but I would like to inquire as to what language you were speaking earlier. I also wonder as to your species as you speak English, even though you do not appear...Human." The rage in his voice when he spoke the word 'human' could not be missed, nor the way his spots flashed a bright green. He composed himself and said "My apologies, Jade Tear On Stone." although his spots remained a bright green.

[Midnight_Huntress]

"Jade Tear, please, or Jade if you prefer a shorter set. I learned English from my parents and people as we have intereacted with humans for many centuries. What I was speaking was my Native Tongue of Elvish." she pulled back her hood letting the silk fall to her shoulders exposing more of the dark ringlets around her. She reached up gracefully with her hand and tucked some hair behind her ear to expose the pointed design she was born with.

"I am what humans call an Elf. Why is it you speak of the humans with such disdain?" She had looked around when he mentioned she did not fit in. Indeed that was true enough. She was raised a noble, and looking around this was more an area for Sekasha.

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Salem's eyebrows shot up. Ewa's sudden change in demeanor had certainly caught him off guard. He eyed her exposed weapon warily. What was she getting at?

"Um... yeah. I guess. What are you..." he paused. She sounded a little like Al, when Al had been trying to show him how to properly talk like a cowboy. Salem hadn't really picked up on it. Was that it?

"You're just... jumping right on board with that, aren't you?" he said with a grin. "I think you make a better cowboy than I do. Although..." he noticed Jade crossing the room, and quickly clicked his persona scanner at her before stuffing it back in his pocket, "you might be right. No sense in rushing into a deal that might wind up bad all around. Gotta talk to him," he said, nodding towards Illim.

He pulled his communicator from his pocket and clicked something on the side. His "briefcase" of trading goodies, which had been flung under one of the tables when Van's ship had crashed, emitted a shrill beep.

"There you are," he exclaimed, walking over and stooping down to grab it. He then spun, walked up to the counter, set the case down, and sat next to Illim.

Salem jerked his thumb at Illim, "Put whatever he's having on my tab." The bartender merely looked in his direction for a moment. "So," Salem said to Illim, "is Corliss always... like that, or does he just act that way towards me?" He winked and grinned to show he was joking.


Al looked around, shrugged, and walked through the door of the bar, straightening his tie as he did so. He looked around. Salem was accosting the one Yeerk who seemed to accompany Corliss... typical. Al rolled his eyes. The guy could not stop working. There were a number of small conversations taking place... quite a few people he didn't know. He smiled and leaned against the doorframe. This place was definitely entertaining.


Aboard the Skimmer

The Malleon microbes had completed their growth cycle. They would now consume even less energy from the ship's power core- though they had a mission to accomplish. They were to see if they could find any trace of the communication encryption codes used by the Rebellion. Salem had also told them to copy down "anything else that looks interesting." Even though deciding what the human would find interesting was hit-and-miss for them, they were certainly willing to try.

They spread out, flowing from the ship's power core and into the rest of the systems. They began carefully, quietly sifting through the information they could find- the hull, the layout, the systems, and yes, what was stored within the computer. As they determined where the data was stored, more microbes moved to those areas, to improve the speed of their search. If they did their job right, they should go undetected, if they hadn't been seen yet. They had a job to do, and they were intent on doing it right.

[General Squall Leonhart]

"Jade then, and you may refer to me as Lucan. Your Elvish language is very beautiful and reminds me of the Koltan bird songs on my planet." When she removed her hood, he was again struck with awe at this beautiful woman, and his spots turned a dull pink again.

When she asked about his anger towards humans his memories came rushing back once again, but this time he pushed them away. He knew that he needed to be honest for it would be a disgrace not to be. "I was once hired by a group of humans to perform a ...service... I was promised payment, but instead they kept me a prisoner and tortured me beyond belief. Would you also have rage in your heart towards such beings?"

He took a drink, his spots changing to blue, then red. He looked at Jade as his spots returned to the dull pink. "Would you be willing to tell me more about your species? I have never heard of an Elf before. In return I am willing to answer any questions you have about my species."

[Midnight_Huntress]

she took a drink of the sweet smelling clear liquid in her glass. It tasted as sweet as it was scented and while cool to the tongue it burned going down. "Seems fair enough. What is it you wish to know?" she asked trying to hide the blush that had appeared at his compliment to her language.