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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: Galaxy's Edge Space Bar
« Last post by Terenia on Today at 12:24:28 AM »
<Ardania-Soorlin-Naviel,> she responds. She seems to relax a little when Ossanlin steps forward, his commanding tone seeming to put her at ease. <You're referring to a military rank, yes?> Her stalk eyes move in the Andalite equivalent of a head shake. <I am a civilian,> she says. <I work as a xenobiologist--at least, I am training to do so.>

She tears her stalk eyes away from the humanoids, realizing she's lost a sense of her full surroundings. <Sir, did...did you say we are currently within a quantum-dimensional plane?> Her main eyes narrow slightly as she takes in Ossanlin's appearance. Then she blinks rapidly, standing up straighter, though her injury makes her wince. <I apologize, but...are you...?> She trails off, not certain she wants to voice her suspicion.
General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on Yesterday at 11:13:16 PM »
New chapter.


"There," Yarin indicated with his upper right hand. His other three were busy piloting his ship. While by no means small, it wasn't exactly the largest either. Blocky took up a large amount of room, being a dragon. Though he had said that he was working on "dragon downing", a concept of dragons assuming a human form. He said he got the idea from some old television show.*

The others looked at what the Nyac indicated. It looked like a ramshackled ship that was hastily cobbled together and wouldn't survive a long journey. It appeared as if it would fall to pieces if it were to hop into hyperspace or burrow into Z-Space. It was clearly a junker.

"But why?" GH said, thoroughly confused. "Why go to space in that hunk of junk?"

"There has to be a reason behind it. A reason that it felt so desperately that it needed to go to space," Abby said, confident of this fact.

"Looks like it might be heading to the Forge of . . ." Cloak murmured to himself, before the ship took a sharp right turn away from where the Forge of Creation. Good -- he didn't want to have to deal with Celestialsapiens. Anomaly was basically the only one he didn't find pompous and complacent -- something that their twin personalities always seemed to agree on, annoyingly enough. "Oh, never mind."

"The Forge of what?" Underseen said.

"Nothing," Cloak said, repressively, "it doesn't matter now, anyway."

Underseen knew better than press the point. GH, however, has gotten more leeway than most with Cloak**, but he was forced to bite back his question when Yarin announced, "It knows we're following him. I activated the telepathy dampener too late. I knew I should have tested it more."


Boundless continued to pilot his ship, but it realized very quickly that it was being pursued. Four mundane minds, and one with telepathic ability that it found childishly weak and amateurish (proving it itself was not immune from hubris as it believed itself to be). This came as no real surprise to it, as this ramshackle ship wasn't too big on stealth. It was loud, clunky, and barely held together. It didn't care if it fell apart on the planetoid he had deemed to be the center of the universe, a planet it called Karu Dürr. It was there that it would use its Y-drive, which possessed specially made divets for the rings and spaces about the shape of an Assist Trophy, only about a sixth of the size. There were seven ring divets and eight spaces.

It was so close to achieving what it needed to achieve. It would save existence by destroying it, despite that making no sense. Perhaps it wasn't as stable a creature as it pretended to be. Perhaps, at some subconscious level, it realized just how ridiculous its goals and objectives were. But, that was either buried deep down in its psyche, or completely overshadowed and overwhelmed by its obsessive fanaticism and self-loathing. Its self-hatred had extended to everyone else, as well as its anger at the purpose of its creation had coagulated and hardened to into an irrational and deep hatred for everything, for every living thing who had the audacity to exist. Everything that had been born, a fact it secretly felt was ripped away from it. It was not born, it was created -- and for it, it was a very tangible distinction to make.

Let these fools try to stop him, it decided, in its hubris. Let them come. Let them try. They would not succeed. They would not deny him what he was after. It will activate the E.E.P. -- the End of Existence Protocol. Reality itself will fracture. It will shatter. The loving embrace of nothingness would be inevitable. And if these fools pursuing it could not -- or would not -- see that, than they shall be just the first to feel the nothingness of nonexistence.

Nothing could stop him in this endeavor. Nothing had the power to match its own. This was going to happen -- whether they liked it or not.

* ;)

** Oh, GH, you know I kid.
Animorphs Forum Classic / Re: Totally Random Animorphs Thoughts
« Last post by RYTX on Yesterday at 10:51:55 PM »
The further I get in science, the more my methods make use of flipping a coin.

Oh what Ax would say
Animorphs Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Animorphs Reboot
« Last post by Artisan219 on Yesterday at 06:29:16 PM »
Animorphs Role Playing / Re: GESB: OOC Discussion
« Last post by Myitt on Yesterday at 03:29:39 PM »
I'm going to post just because posting as a take-no-**** bounty hunter with a quasi-magical disease will make me feel better after trying so hard to prevent something and watching the weight of the will of thousands fail to stop it.

You're amazing.


My hero.
Animorphs Role Playing / Re: Galaxy's Edge Space Bar
« Last post by Myitt on Yesterday at 03:28:52 PM »
Jorek watches Keshin explain himself, arms crossed, still smiling.

Then he listens patiently as Yeden offers up a solution.

"You know, as much as I'm loathe to admit it, my compatriot here is correct," he says lightly, regarding Joanne. "If there's no real benefit to the creature, you really should dispose of her."

He tilts his head, adding conversationally, "Or is there something you aren't telling us?"
General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on Yesterday at 08:13:34 AM »
New chapter.


Boundless returned the ruins of the Cadmus site where it was given life. It had managed to use its psychic powers to manipulate the matter on a subatomic level to transmute it into what looked very much like a hackneyed fusion of a Gem homeworld ship with that of whatever species Frieza was. The ship was large enough to accommodate himself and a large machine that vaguely and superficially resembled a Yveltal.

Despite not looking as if it would survive escape velocity, it was capable of travelling at remarkable speeds, despite its rather shoddy look. But, then again, its intended purpose didn't require it to remain functional for an extended period of time. Just long enough to carry him, his Y-Drive, and his prizes to the center of existence, which is where he calculated to be a barren planetoid, lost and forgotten. Victim of Galactron or Brainiac, Boundless didn't care. His preparations were nearly done, and it would finally be able to achieve its goals.

It prepared the flight preparations. True, it probably could have teleported there, however, it did not believe it could teleport such a distance. It did not believe it had such power necessary to manage it, especially with its Y-Drive. It needed the heavy machine to help it accomplish his aims, as it could not do on its own.

Its fingers even trembled with anticipation. He would be doing existence a favor by ending it. But wiping it clean of all those unworthy of it -- which it believed to be everyone who currently exists, including itself. Everything as they knew it would be gone, and the release would be heavenly. Existence may very well start up again, it was well aware, but if it did, it would be with more worthy lifeforms. It was very confident in this. There would be more worthy lifeforms than the avaricious hubris of these beings currently in existence. The envious, gluttonous sloth of these creatures that blight existence. The wrathful lust of these monsters that tear at existence.

It must wipe them all away. It must wipe itself away, as well. It would be doing all existence a favor. It would be the hero that no one knows. It didn't care about fulsome notoriety. It didn't care about unctuous adulation.

It only cared about caring out its noble mission. Its completely selfless mission (completely ignoring the selfishness of it).


"What?!" Cloak demanded.

"The creature has all seven rings," Goom said, matter-of-fact, "as well as Dino, Bladeh, Hunter, Saffa, Raevyn, Faerie, Blaze, and Horse."

"But why does he want those rings and eight RAFians?" Shenmue asked. "He could have had more than eight RAFians, if I'm getting this right. Why those eight, specifically?"

"I just assumed it was only out of coincidence and convenience." Abby said. "Could there be a more . . . concrete reason?"

"We don't have enough evidence to say one way or the other," Phoenix said, trying to be reasonable. "But the undeniable fact is that it has some of our own, and it cannot get away with our fellows."

"But why does it want them in the first place?" Underseen mused anxiously, echoing Shemue's question. "What possible reason could it want with them. Surely, it wouldn't go through all this trouble just to collect them, magpie-like, just to horde them, like the Coluan did with knowledge? Or a dragon with treasure?"

"That," Blocky said, at once, "is a stereotype."

"Alert!" Xeno called over the intercom. "Sensors show an unscheduled terrestrial craft exiting the atmosphere."

"YARIN!" Cloak roared, at once. "Ready your ship. That is this boundless creature leaving the planet. I'm sure of it."

The Nyac hurried to comply, not because he he thought of Cloak as his superior, but because he knew the urgency of the situation. Cloak soon boarded with GH, Abby, Blocky, and Underseen.
Animorphs Role Playing / Re: Galaxy's Edge Space Bar
« Last post by Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin) on Yesterday at 07:17:52 AM »
Ossanlin notes the female's reaction to those around him and he frowns a bit.  He knows they are simply curious and mean no harm, but she doesn't...and it would seem alarming to most Andalites to see a fellow Andalite keeping company with so many humanoids.  He steps forward from them, putting a bit of distance between himself and his companions, and commands his ARC to scan the female, a dim, translucent holographic light flashing over his left eye.  The scan shows some contusions and minor lacerations beneath her fur, as well as a few potential hairline fractures in her bones. The ARC is hardly a medical scanner, so there is little certainty about those.  But he doesn't need the ARC to see the large gash on her flank.  He notes the lack of a utility belt...perhaps she'd lost it in her ship's crash, or perhaps she wasn't a member of the military, odd as that would be.  Nearly everyone who left the Homeworld was a sworn initiate of the honorable Andalite navy.

<Please attempt to remain calm.  Let's start off with your name and rank.  And after that, you can explain why you haven't morphed to heal your injuries.>  Though calm and reserved, Ossanlin's tone of thought is clearly one of command...and from her actions and demeanor, he very much doubts that this female is an officer.
Animorphs Forum Classic / Re: Do you guys enjoy the "David" books?
« Last post by Dylan on Yesterday at 12:36:17 AM »
I never imagined them as metal lmao, Jake was much more jock and I saw Marco as kinda a cool nerd.
I love a four David books. I know that 48 is kind of controversial but I love it a lot
Animorphs Forum Classic / Re: Favorite Animorphs Quotes?
« Last post by Dylan on Yesterday at 12:33:07 AM »
"Ah. (nods) She does not understand how menacing we are. (taps Loren on the shoulder) You do not know me, but I am a juvenile delinquent. I do not trust authority figures, I probably will not graduate from high school, and statistics say my present rowdiness and vandalism will likely lead to more serious crimes. I am a dangerous fellow, and I am causing mayhem in this store. (reaches behind her and pulls three jars of baby food from the top shelf, shoves them behind a box of macaroni, shuffles the Cheeze Whiz in front of the Marshmallow Fluff, and tosses a bag of lady's shavers onto a bag of hamburger buns) There. I have now shamelessly destroyed the symmetry of this shelf, undoing hours of labor by underpaid store employees. If you could see me, you would be frightened." - Ax, 49 The Diversion
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