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General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on September 15, 2017, 06:51:18 AM »
New chapter.

Making Haste

"C'mon, guys," Gaz said, immediately. "Cloak isn't immune from fatigue, and what he's trying to do is a tall order in and of itself."

"What's he doing?" FuBar asked, though he suspected he knew the answer. He just wanted confirmation.

"He's forcing the planet to rotate normally," Xeno said. He sounded legitimately surprised. "He's actually forcing the planet to rotate normally. I never knew he had this much power."

"Guys!" Gaz said, focused on the task at hand. Apparently, she was taking Cloak's earlier advice. "Focus! Cloak cannot do that forever. We have to destroy the machine or, failing that, stop it in some way."

"But Lol claimed it's indestructible," FuBar reminded.

"So does everyone who permits themselves to become overconfident in their abilities," Gaz pointed out. "Just because Lol claimed that it was, indeed, indestructible doesn't necessarily mean that it is. But time's against us on this. Come! We must hurry."

As they rushed toward the device, Xeno examined it in greater detail. It looked shockingly ramshackled and makeshift. It was entirely swathed in dark pink energy. Xeno touched it with a claw, let a small cry -- more out of surprise, than pain, and he withdrew it to see pink smoke curling away from it.

"Well," he said, "tactile removal seems to be off the table for the moment."

"Unless we can remove that pink energy," FuBar said, pensively. "But how do we do that?"

"I have a few ideas," Xeno said, "but I have serious doubts about their efficacious impacts. It could exacerbate the situation and just make everything worse. And, naturally, we don't want that."

"No. No, we don't," Gaz agreed. "But that leaves us at a bit of an impasse."

"I need Goom, Yarin, and  -- well, Aquilai is on communications duty, so just Goom and Yarin," Xeno said. "They may have ideas that I can't see right now, or help me refine my own ideas."

"I'll make the call," Gaz said, taking out her communicator.


The trip was, in Lol's view, was long and tedious. But his mission to Earth was a success. He took satisfaction in watching the dark pink energy spiral forward, outstripping their ship, and heading for Thuban 9, the planet that was scorched on one side, freezing the other. The only way the ailurosapiens survived was in the middle ring where it wasn't too hot nor too cold. But it was a ring scarcely 622 miles wide, though wrapped around the whole of the planet.

Lol took immense, smug satisfaction as he saw Thuban 9 start to turn normally when the spiraling dark pink beam hit the planet. Thuban 9 was slowly starting to rotate. He was devoid of compassion for the poor Terrans. He saw their plight as a needed sacrifice, and one that he was more than willing to make.

It would just be a matter of time before their planet, their wonderful Thuban 9 returned to its former glory. So what if Earth had to be destroyed for it to happen? It was an acceptable loss as far as Lol was concerned.
General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on September 14, 2017, 06:33:44 AM »
New chapter.

The Apex Tier

Cloak was feeling dazed and disoriented by this before his mind and his will snapped him out of it. There was one thing to do to at least mitigate this. But in order to so, he would require his absolute zenith of control and power. Perhaps it was overkill, but he didn't thinks so. But he would have to do something he really, really didn't want to do.

Access his apex tier. Having his full potential laid out before him, like a deadly weapon he feared to use above all else.

But he hadn't any choice. If he were to chose not to act, this Earth would cease to exist as he knew it. It would become lifeless and barren. He could not, in all good conscience, allow that to happen.

He shut his eyes took a deep breath as he aligned himself just right along the planet's slowing rotation. He allowed himself a sharp exhale as he snapped his eyes open. His eyes were suns, with two tendrils of energy trailing off beyond view. But this wasn't his second tier of power, oh no. These tendrils were undulating and merged in a double helix pattern.

This was the apex tier of his power. The only way to describe the feeling of this power was as if the other Elements Masters, long since gone, were flowing their power through him. That he was channeling their in addition to his own.

He didn't like it. He really didn't.

No one being should have this much power. So much power . . . it was too easy to lose yourself in. Too easy to lose control. Too easy to hurt others. Too easy to be corrupted by it. Too easy . . .

"Cloak, what are you --" Gaz asked. He did not like note of fearful awe in her voice.

"What must be done," Cloak said. He did not like the slight ethereal timbre his voice now had.

Cloak forced the atmosphere to remain stationary, and not give into the rules of inertia. This may have sounded simple, but it was far harder and took a lot more power than it sound.

Then he took a stance and punched his fists forward. He was terrakinetically forcing the planet to rotate back at its normal speed again. This also took a lot of power. This was, of course, not a permanent solution. He was expending a lot of power, and he would eventually tire and be unable to continue. Then the planet will slow again, and there wouldn't be anything to be done.

This was just a measure to buy time to stop the machine. And the other RAFians got this gist quickly enough. They rushed to see just what they could do so that Cloak wouldn't have to continually expend this energy, this power.


Lol laid upon his captain bed, as his crew worked to man the ship. Lol looked around smugly. He had accomplished in days what the last team never could. They allowed those Egyptian humans to fond over them, allowed those primitives to worship them as gods. Allowed them to lose sight of their true goal.

Then they interbred with the native feline species. Those housecats. They allowed the noble genes of an ailurosapien to intermingle and intermix with the filthy, lesser jeans of that nonsentient species. It would be like a primitive modern day human hooking up with a Cro-Magnon hand producing hybrid children which would go on to dilute the blood even further.

Yet the one with that blue mark on his paw . . . Lol didn't know why and wouldn't admit it aloud, but he intrigued him. His ailurosapien blood -- because Lol was certain FuBar had ailurosapien ancestry -- should have been diluted to the point of being nonexistent.

Yet he could speak coherently. Yet he was intelligent -- though that was debatable as he chose to stay on a doomed planet. His parents had to have been wholly or half ailurosapien, as there was no way that blood so diluted could produce an ailurosapien . . .
Animorphs Role Playing / Re: GESB: OOC Discussion
« Last post by Shenmue654 on September 13, 2017, 11:10:14 PM »
We'd be okay with anything gh! :D Come right back on in! The Bar is an amorphous wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey ball of continuity. XD
Animorphs Role Playing / Re: GESB: OOC Discussion
« Last post by gh, King of Birbs on September 13, 2017, 10:31:27 PM »
I might jump in again at some point in the near future, just to distract myself from all the garbage going on in my life. Would you guys prefer I go with a character I already introduced, or go with a new one?

Also drunk at the moment, so apologies if this doesn't happen :P
Animorphs Role Playing / Re: GESB: OOC Discussion
« Last post by Terenia on September 13, 2017, 09:55:27 PM »
Sorry. It's been hectic. Will try to post tonight.
General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on September 13, 2017, 08:38:39 PM »

The exams bored me to tears, so I drew up Photoshop for even more procrastination. I had done this banner-thing years ago in Paint way before I opened PS for the first time:

So I took it now and improved upon it a bit, played around with brushes and fonts and made banners for all the Years that are planned out in the series so far. :D

Year 2

Year 3

Year 4

Year 5

Year 6

Year 7

Year 8

Year 9

I didn't really go with a specific theme in mind for the years (from the book summaries), though I suppose gh has already accounted for the coffee stains on Year 2. :P

Awww . . . the banners are broken again. . . .

New chapter.

Too Late

Suddenly, the strange device in the window behind Lol started glowing a dark pink. It like a 1980s Technodrome the size of an average refrigerator, and attached to the satellite like some grotesque, malignant tumor. It was metal white and gray, only now with a dark pink tint. The energy travelled up to the satellite before it fired what appeared to be a spiralling laser off into space.

"One more thing," Lol had said. "You're too late. The harvester is already online and cannot be destroyed. I've made sure of that!"

"At least you'll suffer, too!" FuBar said, feline growling intermingling with his words.

"Me?" Lol said, with mocking surprise. "Oh, heavens, no. I'm not sticking around, dear boy."

"But you have no --"

Just then, they heard what Cloak was sure was the "Meow Mix" jingle played on a loop. Lol streaked by the four RAFians to go outside, and see a silver ship right out of that old "Cat From Outer Space" movie from the 1970s.

"Nice ride, no?" he jeered. "Since someone decide to take my shuttle, I guess I just have to use this the main transport instead."

"You can't do this!" Gaz accused.

"But I have." Lol said, without breaking stride to board the spacecraft. "Have fun cooking or freezing, primitives. I don't really care which."

Then he paused, and looked over his shoulder at FuBar. He said, "But I'll offer you, part-ailurosapien, some mercy. You may join me on my journey back to Thuban Nine."

FuBar looked revolted by the offer.

"Go to hell," he spat. "I'd rather die here than live as your oddity. I'd rather die than be your trophy!"

Lol gave a gesture that implied a shrug, as if he didn't really care, "Your choice. Have fun dying. Your planet is already slowing down."

Cloak could actually sense the truth in this statement. Through his Earthsight, or another sense altogether perhaps, or perhaps it was just his own imagination, but he believed that he could actually feel the Earth slowing.

From eleven thousand miles an hour roughly, to approximately 10,890 miles an hour . . .

"Bye." Lol left without another word to them, as he barked orders at the crew of the ship as the door sealed up. Then the ship lifted off through the atmosphere, never to be seen again.

It now went down from roughly 10,890 miles an hour to about 10,672 miles an hour. . . .

"What do we do now?" FuBar demanded.

The planetary rotation slowed to about 10,320 miles an hour . . .

"Destroy the machine!" Gaz said at once.

"But Lol claimed it was indestructible!" FuBar argued.

"The villains and terrorists always make that claim," Gaz said, though it sounded as if she were grasping at straws. "But it is rarely, if ever, true."

The rotation slowed to about 9,804 miles an hour, and the world was already starting to experience the inertial effects of this catastrophe. This may have been a bigger threat than Galactron or Garrotik combined.

And it was put into motion by an intelligent cat.
General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on September 13, 2017, 10:46:16 AM »
New chapter.


"We have to hurry," Gaz prompted. "The ailurosapien may have already started the rotational harvester."

"'Rotational harvester'?" Xeno said. His tone clearly indicated that he thought the name was questionable.

"That's what Del called it. Let's go," Gaz said, offhand.

When they entered, a voice spoke, "It's about time. I was wondering when I was going to receive any resistance to my endeavors."

"You're the ailurosapien," Gaz said, as the calico cat with the tortoiseshell patches, with one acting like a sort of eyepatch, came into view.

"Very good, human," he said, with a sarcastic tone. His voice was rather like the lead cat in "Cats & Dogs". "Next thing you'll tell me is what two plus two equals."

"Katzenberg, I presume?" Gaz said, coldly.

The ailurosapien wrinkled his feline nose at this. "My name is not Johan Katzenberg. That was just a pseudonym. My true name haz . . . er, ahem, has more regal dignity, more grand timbre, and evokes a more powerful image."

"Which is?" Cloak said, clearly not impressed.


All four RAFians were either stunned or confused into silence. Maybe both.

"Seriously?" Cloak said, highly skeptical of the ailurosapien's sincerity on this.

"Laughing out loud at what?" Xeno said at the precise same moment as Cloak's reply.

"Philistines!" Lol decried. "My name is not a joke! My name is not a reference to an meme! You insult me, sir! You insult and disrespect me! You derogate and deride!"

"Oh, shut up!" FuBar snapped, annoyed.

"You can talk?" Lol said. Apparently, Lol had an amazing grasp on the obvious. "You're an ailurosapien, like me?"

"No," FuBar said, audibly disgusted."I'm nothing like you!"

"Yes," Lol said, his inflection betraying his disappointment. "You're not a true ailurosapien. But, obviously, a descendant of those stupid, lascivious, prurient lechers who neglect their duties and interbred with lowly Terran cats . . ."

He clearly did not think highly of them, all those years ago.

Then Lol decided to exposit, "Long ago, life there was ideal. Leaping to and from scratching posts. Our sun provided plenty of warm, dozy light. The chicken-salmon roamed free. We loved to pounce on the animals. Yet disaster loomed. Our planet's rotation was gradually slowing. At first, it seemed beneficial. Long, dark nights for sleeping. Long, sunny days for sleeping. But then it got too hot and too cold. Our top scientists went to work. At long last, they located a planet with the necessary orientation and magnetic field to harness the rotational energy. "

"Earth," FuBar said. He had hoped Lol was wrong and he was not related at all to ailurosapiens. But then again . . . that was probably the reason why he could speak. He rather not think about it.

"Yes," the ailurosapien said, "though we called it Blue Blue Shiny Ball."

And FuBar's humiliation was increased far more at this.

"Oh," Lol said, as if he just remembered, "and one more thing . . ."
Animorphs Role Playing / Re: GESB: OOC Discussion
« Last post by Shenmue654 on September 13, 2017, 09:12:04 AM »
Oh good Lumy's here. 83 Everybody's been kinda gone, even by my infamous standards, and I have no idea why.
General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on September 12, 2017, 08:54:01 PM »
New chapter.

Hurry Forward! Time is Running Out, Guys!

"Gaz! Go bat mode!" Cloak said. "Running is taking too much time, and we'll both be winded by the time we get there! Not to mention that it might be too late."

"But you can't --"

Cloak formed a disc of golden-scarlet energy, and threw in front of him, before leaping onto it. It took a scarce moment before he he got his balance, then he sped off, outstripping both Gaz and Laserbeak. Gaz immediately transformed to her bat form and flew all out with Laserbeak, now flying all out too, keeping pace with her.

"If we're late . . ." Gaz squeaked.

"Focus at the task at hand," Cloak advised.

"But what if --" she started.

"Worry about now, not later," Cloak advised. Granted, this piece of advise was not applicable everywhere, in every facet of life, but still. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. It is pointless to fret over the what-ifs now. It will serve no other purpose but distract us from getting to the destination."

"But --"

"Focus on the task at hand before you move on to worry about other things," Cloak advised. Then he looked about seven o'clock. "There's Xeno and FuBar now."

FuBar was gripping very tightly with claws upon Xeno's pack, looking very much as if he regretted his reckless choice. Xeno wasn't even going at his full, all out speed either. But they were fairly high up -- if FuBar fell . . .

He tried not to think about that. He had to go. He had to find out if the hearsay he heard was right. He had to find out if he . . .

"Hold on, FuBar!" Xeno said. "I'm going to step up the speed."

"Wonderful," FuBar said, ears flattened against his skull. He had to fight the urge to hiss. "Absolutely wonderful."

Xeno poured on the speed to catch up with Gaz, Cloak, and Laserbeak. Within moments, he was flying in tandem with them. "The facility should be just beyond that gathering of shrubs."

Cloak landed, dissipating the energy disc. Gaz touched the ground in her vampiric human form, while Laserbeak perched on her right shoulder, righteously preening himself, as if he was the hero of the day. Xeno landed, dainty on all four paws, and folded his wings against his back in a most dignified manner. FuBar hastily slid off of Xeno's back and attempted to get his "land legs" back.

"The door's open," Cloak informed his fellows, having "saw" it through his Earthsight.

"Numbers?" Xeno inquired.


"One?" Gaz said, skeptical.

"One." Cloak replied.

"The ailurosapien?" FuBar said, trying to hide just how much this interested him. He had to know if the heresay was true. Had to know if he . . . if he was . . .

"Most likely, unless I'm misreading the vibrations in the ground." Cloak said, giving a disclaimer.
General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on September 11, 2017, 06:27:18 PM »
New chapter.

Rush to Judgement

"Hurry, Cloak!" Gaz said, ignoring Beaky's squawking-and-body-language harangue of her ditching him. "There may very well not be any time left!"

"What makes you so certain that the ailurosapien has any means to accomplish this monumental task?" Cloak inquired as they ran. "For all we know there is just the one ailurosapien -- how could it possibly build a machine to --"

"Because it had already been built," Gaz said, sharply, as she kept surprisingly in stride with Cloak. Cloak was aware that she was mostly doing that for his benefit, as he can't truly fly unassisted -- forming the energy disc under his feet and "flying" that way, wasn't true flight.

"Do you even know where it could be?" Cloak asked, pragmatically, but Gaz already had her communicator out, and apparently already had it dialed into the communications array of the forum.

"Xeno -- has any small cat infiltrated the communications department?" she said, almost desperate to get to the point.

"No," he said, almost as if she had roused him from the deep boredom that comes with communications duty. Despite their rhetoric of these life-or-death missions happening, many of them are just very procedural and not worthy of much note. Like dealing with Demos's fiends, one could argue. "The only cat in the forum right now is just FuBar. Say hi, FuBar."

This was actually becoming a common practice, two RAFians manning the communications, as so to alleviate the inherent boredom with the duty. Cloak thought this was a good practice to have actually, unless the two sharing the duty did not get along (which can and theoretically could happen). It would make the job overall easier and two pairs of eyes were better than one -- ask any Andalite.

And Bladeh apparently had business elsewhere to take care of. Cloak didn't want to be nosy in that regard.

"Good," Gaz said, with a clipped, succinct tone. "Is there any satellite arrays that could be used to transmit energy to another planet?"

"Hmmmm . . ." Xeno said, as he checked.

"Please, Xeno. This is urgent," Gaz implored.

"Looks like the aeronautics facility about fifty miles west of town," came Xeno's rapt reply. "Why do you ask?"

"At a later time, Xeno!" Gaz said. "There's a potentially world-ending catastrophe before us!"

"Not to mention the ailurosapien has a big honkin' head start on us," Cloak said.

"Ailurosapien?" FuBar said,as if he had some familiarity with the term. Then evidently his resolution was cemented with some temerarious decision. "I'm going, too."

"How are you're going to get there?" Xeno asked. "No offense, but you can't drive and you can't cover that kind of ground in the time allotted."

"If you fly me over, Xeno," FuBar said. He was determined he was going to get there one way or another. "Your communications duty is minutes from being over. Here comes Aquilai and Aila now, even as we speak!"

Xeno hesitated, almost as if he was mentally question FuBar's motives. Almost as if he picked up on something that neither Cloak nor Gaz had apparently. "Why is this so important to you, FuBar?"

"Priorities, Xeno!" FuBar yowled. "We have to be there! Now!"
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