Galaxy's Edge Space Bar

[Chad32]

"It's the best way I could describe it. It was a force that brought us into itsself, to a place of never ending happiness. When He released us, He commanded us to bring more followers to Him. He wants to bring all creation into Himeself in harmony, to end all conflict and bring His followers happiness. All He asks in exchange for His love is worship."

"The miracles are just to show I gain power from something larger than myself. Belief is up to the one seeing it."

[Aluminator (Kit)]

The blonde woman catches the man in the plaid shirt smiling at her. The ridiculously-dressed man beside him looks less enthused by her presence. Humans hanging out in a mysterious little bar in the middle of nowhere, just like last time... how the hell can she be here again? Last time it was in deep space. And this time, she supposes, it is lacking the minotaur and the robot, so it's a bit more normal, but the eerie graveyard of empty spacecraft outside sort of destroys that illusion.

She stands up and grabs her martini. She takes a sip as she walks along the bar towards the pair and shudders. Very strong, and not very good. She walks sensually, making sure the pair won't miss her host's figure, and sits down beside the man in plaid with a hair toss.

"Hi there," she says, smiling as charmingly as possible.

[Chad32]

"Mornin' Ma'am." Ike said, smiling. Though he mostly smiled because he thought it was funny that this dirty gal was trying to be all sexy as she sauntered over. Not that she wouldn't look good after a shower. "My name is Ike. You look like you've had a hectic day. I'm not sure if there's a shower in this place, but I think I saw a lake nearby. Though I'm fine with you either way. I'm not one to turn down a nice lady, such as yourself."

[Shenmue654]

"Don't you think that's even vaguely suspicious?" states Mar, his expression curious. "I do not mean to offend you, but....that description hardly matches what is written in your book. I suppose if you've changed your opinions, it is of little concern. What exactly can you do, Ike?"

He wondered if he should mention the problems he'd had accessing his Mass from here, but decided against it. If Ike already knew, he'd be careful as to what he would try. If he didn't know, it would be enjoyable to watch him pay for his ignorance.

Their conversation, however, is interrupted by the sudden appearance of the dirty, voluptuous woman. Mar eyes her body appreciatively but squirms when she sits down. Why was she hitting on them? Was she just that sort of person? Hardly attractive, although her figure was a bit...distracting.

[Chad32]

"I will admit that the Bible isn't the easiest book to understand, and some parts have been edited over time by people that interpreted it in different ways. Still, the only way I can describe such a force is that it was God. It even called itsself The One God. There was even a lesser being of destruction that it kicked out for wanting to destroy everything. Besides, there was a time when Heaven was in this physical realm. How else would a tower be able to reach it, as stated in genesis?"

"Okay, maybe things aren't exactly as I was brought up to believe, but I am a fallible Human, raised up by other fallible Humans. God is beyond our limited understanding, and if there's anything wrong with my interpretation of Him, it's my fault. Not His."

"As for what I can do..." Ike reached his hand in his pocket, and pulled it inside out to show there wasn't anything in it. Then he put it back, and pulled out his hand with money inside it. "You may know that Jesus could turn water to wine, but I've never gone to a bar, turned water into beer, and told everyone I had free drinks. Surely the establishment wouldn't like that."

He took his glass, and poured a bit onto the counter. He then put his hand on it, and lifted it up to show a completely dry counter and hand. "I clean up well too."

[Aluminator (Kit)]

The blonde woman flushes at Ike's suggestion of a shower. Does she really look that bad? She runs a hand through her hair, feeling the dirt and leaves and twigs stuck there. She looks down at her soiled uniform.

Yeah, she does look that bad. She sighs. Hitting on these two morons would be easier if she didn't look like a dirty hermit.

"Name's Rose," she says, giving the name of her host and flashing her smile again in spite of her appearance. "I guess you could say it's been a bit of a hectic day."

She watches as Ike does a couple of seemingly impossible things. The whole time, he rambles on about Jesus and the Bible and that sort of human drivel. But the things he's saying... Rose knows those aren't quite right. Something is off, there.

"Pretty neat tricks," she says, leaning closer to him.

She looks over at the other man, with his ridiculous garb. "What are you supposed to be?" she asks him as she absently reaches up to begin brushing leaves and twigs from her hair.

[Chad32]

"Thank you." Normally he'd like it if a woman was this close to him, but this one most likely had a Yeerk in her head. Fortunately it wasn't like Yeerks had the easiest time passing from host to host. You had to be willing or restrained, so it wasn't like the alien could just jump out of her ear and into his head from her being this close. He kept his smile on, but his guard up.

Not that Mar looked like a completely normal Human, or that he was really any more trustworthy. The guy was a stranger, and apparently had been here before. There wasn't any telling what he could and couldn't do. So he was surrounded by possibly dangerous people, but he kept a cool head about it. No need to get antsy or paranoid. He had a weapon that they may or may not be aware of, and abilities that were a little more useful in a fight than money or making things disappear.

He wondered if someone threatened him, could he pull out a huge wad of cash to pay them off? Or would they just kidnap him and play "goose that laid the golden egg" with him? Unfortunately that little fairy tail didn't end well for the goose.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

The saloon-style doors bang open with a fair amount of force as an Ildari male storms through, his black and silver half-cape flaring out behind him.  His fair-featured face a thundercloud instead of its usual ****y grin, sky-blue-silver eyes flashing with a dangerous light.  His shoulder-length silver-blue hair bound up into a rough pony-tail at the top of the back of his head.  He draws one of his curved fighting knives and walks up to the bar, whipping it forward, stopping the swing so that the tip rests a hairsbreadth from the BT’s throat.  He stares across the bar at the being, who doesn’t appear the least bit alarmed.  In fact, he hadn’t moved at all aside from the continued motions of his hand wiping a grubby-looking mug with a dingy cloth.

“Where is he?  Where’s that backstabbing bastard?!”  Rathien’s blade quivers slightly with his barely-constrained rage.

The BT arches an eyebrow, setting the mug on the counter.  He casually reaches a finger up and pushes the blade off to the side, setting a stemmed crystal goblet of miruvin down in front of Rathien.  Rathien glances down at it, and then back up at the BT.  The being hadn’t grabbed a bottle, he hadn’t grabbed the goblet, and he certainly hadn’t poured anything.  The goblet just…was.

Rathien slowly lowers the blade and then sheathes it across his back.  He picks up the goblet and swallows half of it in one go.  The silvery-clear liquor cools his throat to ice and sets it afire at the same time, settling in his belly satisfyingly.  He looks around the bar for the first time and notes only one familiar face, and it wasn’t that bastard, Salem.  He plunges his claws into the bar-top, imagining Salem’s neck there, before sitting down by himself.  He takes another swallow of miruvin, yanking his claws out of the well-worn wood in a small spray of splinters.  He watches as the splinters slither their way back to the rents in the wood and heal them as if the damage had never been done.

Rathien suddenly frowns and glances back over at the woman sitting in the small group of three.  That uniform and its insignia…he turns his eyes back toward the bar-top.  A Temser.  Here.  He swallows the rest of his goblet of miruvin and taps the counter.  The BT walks over to actually pour Rathien the round this time.

[Chad32]

Ike watched another person come in, enraged for some reason and ranting about some backstabber. The bartender seemingly pulled a drink from nowhere, and the counter healed itsself after the person jabbed his claws in it. This was a strange place indeed. He didn't say anything to the newcomer, though. He had enough going on already. He didn't like that this guy pulled a knife on the bartender like that, but he looked a bit too dangerous for Ike to play bouncer.

[Terenia]

A shape emerges from the back hallway of the bar, from the restrooms, and stands, blinking, as he stares around the room.

<<It appears things have become quite crowded in our brief absence,>> he observes, gray eyes taking in the primarily humanoid forms. This seems to suit him well enough, and he gives the newcomers a small smile as he makes his way to the bar, where an empty pint of beer marks the place he has already claimed.

He does take note of one of the patrons, a woman, who has a standard Dracon, the same as his own, strapped to her waist. This raises his eyebrows but otherwise brings no reaction. Raising a single hand he draws the bartender over and murmurs to him briefly. The bartender does not respond, except to go and retrieve the requested drink.

The young man watches the bar at large while he waits for his order to be filled. His host is in his late twenties or early thirties, with light brown hair, gray eyes and a smattering of freckles that were likely far more prevalent in his childhood. There is a generally amiable look about him, despite the sharp curiosity of his gaze.

[Aluminator (Kit)]

'Rose' considers Ike for a moment, then shakes her head. "No. I do not want to talk about it." She smiles and places a hand on his shoulder, "Awful sweet of you, though."

She turns to look when the front doors are slammed open. Into the room, screeching about something walks a man. Only... he's not quite a man. She knows that face. An Ildari. A hunter. A tool of the Empire. He's taller in person than his folio picture made him seem. As he threatens the bartender, she tries to remember what she's read about him, but she's drawing a blank.

And there, off in the corner... a man she didn't notice earlier. Kind of cute, actually, but the thing that catches her eye is the Dracon he wears.

She couldn't find anything in the databases, but the Dracon and the Ildari...

"Are you all Yeerks here?" she asks bluntly, turning back to Ike and the other man. Instead of her flirtatious smile, she now wears an icy glare.

[Terenia]

The man glances up at the word 'Yeerks', eyes surveying the woman a little more closely. He takes in her disheveled appearance as he accepts the beer from the bartender. Whatever else he might be thinking, it is clear that he isn't impressed. A small smile quirks his lips, but nothing more, and he turns back to his drink, keeping one ear on the conversation.

[Chad32]

"Don't mention it." He said, giving another small smile as she put her hand on his shoulder.

"I am not a Yeerk." Ike said. He noticed her flirtatious façade had dropped, and she stared around the room coldly. Should he tell her he knows what a Yeerk is? He doubted it would leave its host and let him talk to her personally. Maybe he'd play innocent a little longer. "Why do you ask?"

He noticed the man that came through the back door recognized the term, but didn't reat much.

[Shenmue654]

Mar notes the woman attempting to wring conversation out of him. He's less than thrilled with the idea of talking to this washed-out Imperial, but he supposes he has no choice. Ike's strange matter-generating abilities floor him----he's done similar tricks before on a far greater scale, but certainly not in a universe parallel to the Yeerk-Andalite War. And not in this body. Mar grasps his jacket in his hand, its strange smooth fabric pleasant to the touch.

He then lets and go and says to the woman, "I'm hardly a Yeerk." Her eyes had turned hard--- that was interesting. "Even here, although I could be infested...doubtles s any Yeerk that entered my mind wouldn't like what they saw. Although I might point out that this is a Bar mainly frequented by the wasted wrecks of your kind. You should feel right at home."

Mar sees at least one familiar face enter, and immediately tenses up---ahah, it was Rathien! That was a problem. His intention to meet with Salem if he arrived would have to be cut short. Mar did not think he stood a chance of taking the creature on his own, so he resolved to be as...civil...as he could.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Rathien glances up at the controller again, taking a sip out of his refreshed goblet.  He arches an eyebrow before speaking.  "I would ask the same of you, but I doubt anyone but a Yeerk could obtain that uniform, eh Temser?"  He smirks and takes another swallow.  The host wasn't half bad if you didn't mind the dirt and twigs...and the Yeerk.  For some reason, Salem's face floats through his mind's eye and his eyes widen a bit as he turns back toward the bar, scrutinizing the silvery clear liquid in his goblet.  Why had that image been called up?  After he masters himself, and the flush he hopes was taken for slight excitement clears from the skin on his neck and jawline, he returns to grinning ****ily at the controller.