Galaxy's Edge Space Bar

[KitsuneMarie]

"I am not concerned regarding the food," Serid nods, turning towards the ramp, walking out the door and onto the ground. "Surely we will find a supplier, or else some process of creating an adequate nutritional source for me on board. Human dietary needs are more complex than an Andalite's, but not drastically so." His back is straight, shoulders back, and he cannot seem to stop smiling, despite his usually dour expression. His promotion clearly has impacted his mood.

[Myitt]

"Inconveniencing me?" Corliss snaps into the link, his voice still carrying across the room.   "You'll inconvenience your whole bloody race if you keep chattering on to Imperial--"

He stops as Zorish approaches, cutting off the communication with Claxter and lowering the device.  His expression doesn't need to change much to answer him. 

"Oh, I do apologize, Sub-Visser," Corliss sneers, "but has it occurred to you that I might have a very good reason to lie to you about Terenia's whereabouts?  One that you can't even understand, because you have the grave misfortune of walking in on your own bloody future?"

[Terenia]

"I would prefer it if you didn't determine what I can and cannot understand," Zorish snaps back, his hand tightening around his weapon.

<<Zorish, don't shoot him...>> Tamora whimpers. Zorish does not respond, but he also does not raise his weapon.

"I have a vested interest in this human girl as well as your brother. My apologies if that inconveniences you, but we did not travel all this way to turn around just because you have some twisted attraction to a human!" The look of disgust is written clearly on his face. "Now will you assist me or will I be forced to act more forcefully?"

Efaen watches their exchange, taking in the information from Claxter that this is in fact an alternate version of Tamora. Or Tamora's Yeerk, it would seem. A slow smile spreads across her Andalite features as she realizes that Terenia, as of yet, is likely unaware of this newcomer's existence.

<If it is merely information regarding Terenia that you desire,> Efaen says to Zorish cooly, <I believe I can provide you with that much.> She gives Corliss a sidelong glance, <I am not hampered by a strange obsession with protecting that abomination.>

[Myitt]

Corliss rolls his eyes.  "Don't listen to her," he snaps.  "Cracked, she is.  She..." He hesitates.  "She used to be Terenia's host, you see.  Of course her opinion is biased against her."

He eyes Zorish's weapon cautiously before continuing, reluctantly.  "If it means you won't seek the aid of this fool of an Andalite girl, then I'll tell you what you want to hear.  But seeing as Terenia is lacking a host body, we can just as easily call her from my link.  There is a poolside connection."  He smiles.  "You'll forgive me if I won't let you directly on board my own craft."

[Terenia]

"Former host?" Zorish repeats, his cold fury replaced by confusion. "I was told that she was a human girl." He glances at Efaen, feeling strangely as though he has heard her thought-speak voice before.

"Call her," he snaps, pushing the recognition aside for later. "I am curious to know her role in the supposed death of my host."


Efaen's tail twitches testily when Corliss dismisses her. <Yes, call Terenia,> she says in a falsely sweet voice when Zorish is finished speaking. <I am sure she will be delighted.>

[Myitt]

Corliss hesitates again, cursing internally for his poor choice of words. 

"Fine, I will," he replies indignantly, pulling up the holoscreen and searching for his ship's pool communication system.  "I'm sure she'll be quite happy to discuss this misunderstanding."

<<Nice save, mate,>> Mike says sarcastically. 

Corliss ignores his host and hails the pool, frowning.

[Terenia]

Zorish keeps his weapon out, pointed at the ground. His narrowed gaze is on Corliss' comm link, waiting intently for a response. Out of the corner of his eye he notices the Andalite looking smug.

<<Where have I heard that voice before?>> he muses as he waits.


On board the Skimmer, Terenia's idle searching through the pool's computer is interrupted by an incoming communication. Eagerly, she accepts the link.

<Corliss, is that you?> she asks, using thought-speak rather than the ultrasonic squeaks native to her Yeerk form. <Where the hell have you been!? I thought you'd abandoned me!>

[Myitt]

"Uhm," he says, wincing at Zorish.  "Talking to a dead person.  You'd better brace yourself, love.  She had a gun on me, and...I figure it can't hurt to have a chat."  He swallows.  "It's...it's Zorish.  And...you know." 

[Terenia]

There is a long silence. Only the faint cackling of Corliss' comm link can be heard as Terenia says nothing.

<We appear to have surprised her,> Efaen says mildly, clearly enjoying herself.

<Zorish is dead, Corliss.> Terenia's flat voice comes across the comm at last. <So is...she.>

[Myitt]

"You know as well as I do that this place can bring people from all times and places," he says slowly, eyeing Zorish again for any sign of recognition.  Any sign that he, Corliss, should draw his own gun.  "He's asking about a message he received about his death.  How he could have received it..."  He shakes his head.  "Only the bar itself knows that."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

~Ossanlin~

Ossanlin nods.  <I'm sure we will be able to find a solution.>  Ossanlin commands the ramp to close as both of them hit the ground, sealing it again to his thought-print.  He makes his way toward the bar behind Serid noting the young Warrior's posture...in humans that posture was indicative of confidence.  Good, perhaps he was still capable of helping people.

As they enter the bar, Ossanlin surveys the area.  There were some new faces again.  Two humanoid beings with pointed ears, how odd.  An amphibious-looking creature and yet another humanoid with large eyes.  There were the usual suspects, and he notes Efaen and Claxter are present.  And Corliss.  Engaged in conversation with...an Imperial?

<<Efaen, why are you consorting with......>>  The thought dies mid-sentence as he takes another look at the controller wearing the fresh Imperial uniform.  It couldn't possibly be....  <T...Tamora?!>

[Chad32]

Claxter gravitated towards Corliss and the others as the conversation started. Morbid curiosity taking priority over his dislike of Corliss and his understandable distrust of the Imperial with her weapon drawn.


<<I think I hear something unpleasant going on, Illim.>> Derrel said. He couldn;t turn his head to look, though.

[Terenia]

More silence, during which Zorish only stares at the comm link. There is something eerie about this Terenia's 'voice'. Something familiar, but not to him. To Tamora. From a long time ago.

<<What is it?>> he asks, but he can already see that she does not know.


Clearing his throat, he is about to speak in the comm link when a new thought-speak voice invades his consciousness. He jerks, looking for the source. A slight groan of frustration escapes Tamora's lips when he sees that yet another Andalite has entered the bar; this one far more formidable looking than the others. A War-Prince, at the least, surely.

"Tamora was the original owner of this body," Zorish says to Ossanlin dryly, his voice loud enough to be picked up by Corliss' comm. "You are addressing Zorish Three-Five-Eight, Sub-Visser of the Yeerk Empire. And who might you be, Andalite?"


<Corliss,> Terenia's voice is shaking with some combination of fear and fury. <Is this some kind of sick joke?>

[Myitt]

"I wish it were, love," Corliss says quietly, looking from Zorish to Ossanlin and back. 

He draws his own Dracon carefully with his left hand, keeping it at his side. 

Just in case. 

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

~Ossanlin~

<Zorish?!  You're dead...both of you are dead...>  For once Ossanlin is somewhat speechless.  Tamora's death had been one of the heaviest wights on his conscience in a long time...to have her alive and basically thrown in his face takes a moment to sink in.

He shakes his head, still in a bit of a daze.  <I am War-Prince Ossanlin-Rethin-Sephirel, Captain of the Dome Ship Tyrennian.  And you...you're not the same people I witnessed dying are you?>