Galaxy's Edge Space Bar

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Salem smiled at Illim, "Not by choice, believe me. Trouble just seems to follow me around. I'll try to make sure it leaves you alone, though." He sighed, "Illim, I would still like to discuss a potential trade for Yeerk medical records. Tell me, what sort of thing would a Yeerk like you be interested in as an exchange?"

[Chad32]

<<I will try. I don't really want to harm the rebels. In general, at least.>>

As he followed Zorish outside, he asked her a question. <I suppose you came here to try to ensure what happened to your counterpart doesn't happen to you? I suppose I could give you a piece of advice that will help.> He was beginning to wonder if he could do something to keep the other universe's Efaen from even being taken by the other Terenia. Even if it meant the other universe's Claxter never got to meet her.

[Terenia]

"I seek information, not advice," Zorish says with an amused smile, holding the door open for the Andalite. "But I will not refuse either. You will forgive me, however, if I choose not to follow the instruction of an Andalite."

Letting the door swing shut he walks away from the bar, keeping a fair amount of distance between himself and Claxter. Surveying the ships in the yard, he wonders which one might belong to Corliss. "Tell me, Andalite, what is it you know? Myitt made it sound as if my death were merely circumstantial, the result of my stumbling upon more knowledge than she thought fit for me to possess. You, however, said that I was captured first." Her cold gray eyes turn to Claxter, studying him. "Why, Andalite? Why was I taken from my home, only to be murdered? And what 'advice' would the likes of you have for me?"

[Chad32]

<I suppose Myitt and Corliss only want to tell you just enough to get you to leave. I probably should as well, though I do have a special reason for telling you what I want to say. It will not be for you personally, unsurprisingly. It will be for someone else. An alternate version of someone I have grown attached to.>

<It all comes down to someone named Terenia. In this dimension she is the twin sister of your alternate's host. I'm not sure if your host had a sister or not. If she does, I suppose you come from a time where you aren't aware that she's actually still alive. We were trying to help her get her sister back because she had failed. She was trying to get her sister to stop being a voluntary, but she had done something to make her sister hate her. I was on the mission to rescue your alternate's host. You were merely extra.>

<My advice to you is this. If your host once had a twin sister that disappeared, she will return. In order to escape Visser Three, she will be made to kill her brother and the Yeerk in his head. If you want to prevent your death, you should end her life.>

[Myitt]

Corliss stares down at the link, which spews static until he finally cuts the feed.  He is grateful for the distraction, the back of his neck prickling with sweat at the idea of explaining who Terenia is to Zorish and Tamora. 

He puts the link away and turns to Claxter, eyes wide, while the Andalite blatantly divulges information on his brother Myitt's mission to the entire bar. 

<<Remind me to kill him,>> he fumes internally to Mike.

Corliss doesn't even have time to reply to Zorish, before the Sub-Visser is torn away by another conversation with the foolish young Andalite.  By the time Zorish has moved on to Ossanlin, Corliss' patience is at an end. 

He slides off the chair and walks out of the bar without so much as a backwards glance, not even to Illim, finding to his irritation that Zorish and Claxter are heading outside as well. 

"Excuse me," he mutters flatly as he weaves past them, making a bee line for the Skimmer.

[Terenia]

"My host had a sister," Zorish admits, stepping aside as Corliss pushes past. He follows the Controller with his eyes, making a note of what direction he goes. "She died years ago, though. What you are talking about is impossible. Not just her existence, but the nature of it. Why would a band of rebels Yeerks and Andalites care about a human child's sibling?"

He shakes his head, eyes narrowing, "And Corliss said that the female Andalite was a former host of this Terenia person. If she truly is a human then that is impossible as well. Either you are lying to me or this bar promotes insanity." Scowling, he holsters his weapon. "Rest assured, Andalite, I will get to the bottom of this." He strides off, following the path Corliss had taken in the hopes of gaining access to his ship.

[Chad32]

<She was guiven the ability to  morph by an Andalite Aristh who wanted to flee the war. Believe me or not. You will meet her again. Perhaps you will remember my words.> Claxter said. He knew the story was pretty unbelievable. He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it. How could he convince Zorish of the truth unless he saw it himself?

[Myitt]

Corliss moves at a brisk pace through the husks of dead ships, glaring at the gravel.  His Dracon is still clutched in his left hand.

<<Can't bloody believe this,>> he scowls.  <<This place brings absolutely nothing but trouble.>>

<<Trouble, and Terenia,>> Mike sighs.

Corliss hesitates.  <<Yes,>> he admits. 

He stomps up to his crouched lobster-insect of a ship.  "Computer, priority access, open exterior hatch," he calls.  "Extend ramp."

Up he climbs, casting a wary glance behind him.  His eyes widen as he spots Zorish some distance away.

"****," he says under his breath.

[Terenia]

"I don't suppose you're interested in granting me entry?" Zorish says, stopping at the base of the Skimmer's ramp and folding his arms. He stares up at Corliss, a small smile on Tamora's face. "My previous position still stands; I have no intent on harming you, traitor or not. I only wish to speak to this 'Terenia' person. Where is she?" He attempts to peer past Corliss, into the ship.


Efaen sighs in exasperation when Corliss abruptly leaves. Her main eyes find Ossanlin, <<I am afraid it may be somewhat difficult receiving verification from the rebel leader regarding your terms,>> she says apologetically. <<Corliss is, if nothing else, entirely unstable. I only hope that he is not representative of the entire rebellion population.>>

[KitsuneMarie]

"Medical records? What the heck for?" Illim frowns at Salem. "Not that I expect you to be even the least bit forthright about your reasons."

He shake his head. "I really can't imagine what I would--" Illim stops abruptly as Corliss turns away from the bar and heads out the door.

"Actually, friend," Illim raises his eyebrows, hardly focusing on Salem as he talks, "I need to follow Corliss. Make sure he doesn't leave me on this rock. Your wheeling and dealing'll have to wait." He stands from his stool, beer still in hand.


Serid frowns, watching Claxter and Zorish through a window in the Bar. His concern multiplies as Zorish walks away, and he shakes himself, asking himself why he is so worried about the fate of the rebellion. Illim is his friend, yes, but he is still a Yeerk, and there is no guarantee the other members of the rebellion are like him in ideology.

Still, he cannot help but believe the base to be potential allies to the Andalites.

[Myitt]

Corliss turns and blocks the threshold, a hand on one hip and a Dracon in the other. 

"I've already told you," he says, as patiently as he can.  "Terenia is a Yeerk.  The only way you're going to see her is in her natural state, and the only way she's going to talk to you is through the shipboard pool interface, unless you leave me alone and let me allow her to use my host."  He smirks.  "Unless of course you'd rather have proof that she is, indeed, a Yeerk."

[Terenia]

Zorish snorts, waving Corliss off. "Very well, I can wait," he says. "If you're that shy about switching Yeerks." He looks Mike over, a small, cruel smile twisting his features. "I could, of course, assist you in restraining your host, if you require it."

[Shenmue654]

Mar isn't completely certain why, but he finds himself drifting off into sleep. His body aches in places he doesn't like thinking about, especially considering his apparent age. When he wakes, he feels significantly better---but he also has no idea what's happened. The Yeerk called Zorish has just left the Bar. Mar narrowly manages to see Zorish pass the threshold with...the inexperienced Andalite youth? What in the world? Mar sits up and glances around the Bar sharply. There doesn't seem to be anything for him to do, but he loathes being poorly informed.

Mar glances about the Bar nervously for Elayne, anyone who could tell him if Zorish plans to be causing trouble, and a way to finalize his deal with Salem.

[Myitt]

"No, thank you," says Corliss, his tone equally mocking, as he turns and shuts the hatch behind him. 

He strides across the cabin and presses open the pool room door.

"Terenia," he calls, pressing his hands against the lip of the pool.  "I'm going to have you switch with me.  Alright?  Zorish is waiting outside."

[Terenia]

There is a moment or two of silence before Terenia answers, the quaver in her thought-speak evident. <Yeah. Okay, yeah. Sure.> She isn't exactly eager to infest Mike again, but her shock over Tamora's apparent presence here overrides her hesitance.

<Corliss?> Terenia asks. <Is it really her?>