Richard's Animorphs Forum
Animorphs Section => Animorphs Role Playing => Topic started by: A ghost you know on September 23, 2010, 10:37:04 PM
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This is a current-day multi-species free-for-all. In the topic http://animorphsforum.com/forum/index.php?topic=6437.0 (http://animorphsforum.com/forum/index.php?topic=6437.0), Aluminator inadvertently revealed himself to be Yeerked. Now normal humans are trying to free him, but the Helmacrons are getting involved, and that's never a good thing...
Nice find! We'll all have to remember to keep our eyes peeled! And, yeah, let me or another Sharing member know if you spot someone you think could be an Andalite.
I'm going to have to take you on a 4 day vacation to somewhere very remote, I think.
I'm with you, Aldrea. We'd better make sure we pick someplace very, very remote though. We don't want to have any little accidents that would cause us to come back as Sharing members, too. ;)
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Nice find! We'll all have to remember to keep our eyes peeled! And, yeah, let me or another Sharing member know if you spot someone you think could be an Andalite.
I'm going to have to take you on a 4 day vacation to somewhere very remote, I think.
I'm with you, Aldrea. We'd better make sure we pick someplace very, very remote though. We don't want to have any little accidents that would cause us to come back as Sharing members, too. ;)
I think I have the perfect spot! You get to it through the dressing room at The Gap. I'm pretty sure it's remote enough that we could spend four days there easy and never see another free human being!
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Nice find! We'll all have to remember to keep our eyes peeled! And, yeah, let me or another Sharing member know if you spot someone you think could be an Andalite.
I'm going to have to take you on a 4 day vacation to somewhere very remote, I think.
I'm with you, Aldrea. We'd better make sure we pick someplace very, very remote though. We don't want to have any little accidents that would cause us to come back as Sharing members, too. ;)
I think I have the perfect spot! You get to it through the dressing room at The Gap. I'm pretty sure it's remote enough that we could spend four days there easy and never see another free human being!
*narrows eyes*
That settles it. You're coming with us, and we're not going shopping along the way. Nice try.
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Ugh, time to break out the shredder....AGAIN.. ..
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Alright, I'll come without whining too much. Just let me call some friends first and let them know where we're going...
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Alright, I'll come without whining too much. Just let me call some friends first and let them know where we're going...
Do you mean "Mr. Visser"? Just tell him you're going on a 4-day journey and won't be back. He'll understand.
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Silly, did you think we'd tell you the REAL location of where we're going to be....um...camping?
I love this thread.
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Well, Mr. Visser wasn't happy about it, but he's going to let me get out of... um... work for four days. He did insist that I bring my... um... special suitcase, though.
;D
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Well, Mr. Visser wasn't happy about it, but he's going to let me get out of... um... work for four days. He did insist that I bring my... um... special suitcase, though.
;D
*starts to say no, then realizes something*
Sure, bring it along! That won't be a problem.
*whispers to Aldrea* Even with a portable Kandrona, a Yeerk still has to leave its host to feed. As long as we keep constant guard over him, we should be in a very good position.
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I'll get the duct tape.
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Good idea! As a totally normal human, I often find duct tape useful for a variety of things!
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Great! I'm sure you'll enjoy a hearty breakfast of oatmeal, too! As a normal human, of course. ^-^
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Um... I'm allergic...
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Really? You don't want this nice instant maple & ginger oatmeal? I've heard it's truly mind-altering, it's so awesome! ^-^
Well, let's get going. I don't want us to be anywhere near here if "Mr. Visser" decides to show up, especially if he brings his Salad Shooters.
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*while Aluminator figures out a way to get around the oatmeal, straps some duct tape over his mouth and, just for good measure, winds some around the host's ears as well*
Sorry man, for you own good.
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"Surrender the Hostage, lowly weaklings! The Helmacrons shall not be denied our glory; resist and be obliterated!!!"
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Um, no. No these little gnats of annoyance. *Throws Aluminator in my Mercedes and revs the engine*
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*groans* Not them again! Let's get out of here, Aldrea.
*hops in the back of the car, next to Al* I'll watch him; he won't cause any trouble. *Duct-tapes Al's hands together, then his feet together* There. Now he definitely won't cause any trouble.
Sorry, Al. I'm sure you understand.
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"Your pathetic attempt of defiance annoys us!!! Bow to our awesome might!!!""
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"Your arrogance shall be your downfall!!!"
*a beam of energy strikes the Mercedes, which then begins to shrink to the size of a lug nut."
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*watches as a twig becomes like a giant tree blocking the road*
Oh, well THIS is going to set our plans back a little bit.
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"Surrender to us the Ship-Crusher!!! He shall not escape from our dreaded vengeance!!! Fate will descend heavily upon him!!!"
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Not gonna happen, Helmacrons, regardless of what size we happen to be. What do you mean by calling him the "Ship-Crusher", though?
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Mmmrrfmrmrfff?
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((Really, I'm just trying to think of some strange reason why the helmacrons want a person, and I'm having a hard time with it... maybe he stepped on a ship, or they've got the wrong guy... I dunno.))
"The destructive one knows of what horrendous act we speak. He knows his doom draws near. Release Him!!!"
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((Just about anything should work, since the Helmacrons are a little funny in the head :P ))
Oh, we'll release him all right, but not to you.
*removes the duct tape* Temporary truce until we settle with these pests?
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Hang on a second, everyone. We'll release him to you...as soon as you return one of us to our normal height. Either me or Ghost. You know, as a show of good faith.
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*whispers to Aldrea* What are you doing? We can't just hand over Al, even if he is Yeerked!
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Truce my butt! Who are all you people!?
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*whispers back to Ghost* Look, Helmacrons don't keep their word, so we can play a little dirty, too. If one of us is normal size we have an advantage, and the Helmacrons THINK they're getting something they want. The normal sized one of us can make sure Al doesn't do anything stupid, and get the shrink ray! Besides, if we don't play along, we might be 1/10th of an inch high forever.
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Sorry. Uh, it was the heat of the moment. :angel: Should we maybe continue our story in the appropriate forum, guys? (And Yeerks, and Helmacrons?)
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Honestly, I was kinda wondering when someone would comment on us being in the wrong place... I'll move if y'all want to keep it going!
Sorry 'bout that!
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Sorry. Uh, it was the heat of the moment. :angel: Should we maybe continue our story in the appropriate forum, guys? (And Yeerks, and Helmacrons?)
Sure, let's head to the Animorphs RP forum. And if we ask nicely, maybe a mod will move the relevant posts there for us... please, mods? :)
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What'll we call it, so I can find it...? "Oh no, not the Helmacrons!"?
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This is a current-day multi-species free-for-all. In the topic http://animorphsforum.com/forum/index.php?topic=6437.0 (http://animorphsforum.com/forum/index.php?topic=6437.0), Aluminator inadvertently revealed himself to be Yeerked. Now normal humans are trying to free him, but the Helmacrons are getting involved, and that's never a good thing...
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What'll we call it, so I can find it...? "Oh no, not the Helmacrons!"?
Sounds good to me, although a slightly better title might be "Oh no, not the Helmacrons again!" since those guys seem to pop out of the woodwork every chance they get. :P
EDIT: We are up and running! http://animorphsforum.com/forum/index.php?topic=6492 (http://animorphsforum.com/forum/index.php?topic=6492)
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Aluminator! How are we to finish infesting the internet if you reveal yourself in the one place the Andalites are certain to be posting in!? You will be demoted!
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((we'll have the posts from the other thread moved here real soon!))
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I would like to point out, before we continue, that I am not quite a *normal* human. I'm a human housing the Ixcila of an Andalite-turned-Hork-Bajir-nothlit. Who's been dead for some 40 years and has a bit of an attitude problem.
But that's a story for another thread.
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I would like to point out, before we continue, that I am not quite a *normal* human. I'm a human housing the Ixcila of an Andalite-turned-Hork-Bajir-nothlit. Who's been dead for some 40 years and has a bit of an attitude problem.
But that's a story for another thread.
That sounds like quite an interesting story, and perhaps the reason for your username as well?
Aluminator! How are we to finish infesting the internet if you reveal yourself in the one place the Andalites are certain to be posting in!? You will be demoted!
*narrows eyes* QFT.
Aldrea, once we finish with Al, we've got to deal with Chad.
*good-naturedly grumbles about how a simple mission to free an infested person has become nothing short of a circus, in true Animorphs style* :P
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Seriously, who are you people!? I just wanted to go camping!
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I would like to point out, before we continue, that I am not quite a *normal* human. I'm a human housing the Ixcila of an Andalite-turned-Hork-Bajir-nothlit. Who's been dead for some 40 years and has a bit of an attitude problem.
But that's a story for another thread.
That sounds like quite an interesting story, and perhaps the reason for your username as well?
Aluminator! How are we to finish infesting the internet if you reveal yourself in the one place the Andalites are certain to be posting in!? You will be demoted!
*narrows eyes* QFT.
Aldrea, once we finish with Al, we've got to deal with Chad.
*good-naturedly grumbles about how a simple mission to free an infested person has become nothing short of a circus, in true Animorphs style* :P
What? No! Wait!...uh *breathes fire at Ghost because I'm half dragon, as established a while back in a species thread*
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Chad: Breathing fire won't save you! Although that is pretty cool....bet you're the envy of all your pool buddies, aren't you?
Al: Acting oblivious won't help, either. Unless...um, Ghost, he didn't get some kind of head injury, did he? This HAS blown way out of proportion in Animorphs style.
Ghost: It is a rather interesting story, and exactly the reason for my username. Aldrea picked it, since she feels a bit slighted at times.
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"...Well, now that we're all re-acquainted... FACE THE FURY OF THE HELMACRONS!!!"
Tseeew! Tseeew!
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Insolent fleas! I will devour you all! *blasts Helmacrons, hoping to be more effective than against something that's already dead*
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What? No! Wait!...uh *breathes fire at Ghost because I'm half dragon, as established a while back in a species thread*
*quickly dissolves back to ghost form*
Flames? How fun. Oh, did I forget to mention I'm not affected by those?
*moves toward the Helmacrons, then returns to physical form* Now listen up, you egomaniacs, if you want any kind of cooperation you're going to stop playing with those shredders RIGHT NOW. And shrink this guy, too. *gestures toward Chad* We might as well duke this out at an equal size level.
Al: Acting oblivious won't help, either. Unless...um, Ghost, he didn't get some kind of head injury, did he? This HAS blown way out of proportion in Animorphs style.
Nope, Aldrea, Al didn't get a head injury. The Yeerk appears to be playing mind games with us, or at least trying to. I'm halfway inclined to replace that duct tape before that Yeerk tries something more bothersome than that.
Ghost: It is a rather interesting story, and exactly the reason for my username. Aldrea picked it, since she feels a bit slighted at times.
I guess I can partly see her viewpoint, although IMHO she should be grateful she gets to share your body at all.
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Seriously, what do you guys want!? What's a Yeerk, why are you kidnapping me, and why am I suddenly as tall as an ant? I thought we were friends!
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"The Helmacrons do NOT take orders from scum!!!"
*they evade the clouds of flame with a simple slide to the left. The ship begins circling the car, strafing it with shredder fire*
((...do they fire shredders or dracons???))
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((In the series, Dracons, but I've no issue with either one ;)))
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Seriously, what do you guys want!? What's a Yeerk, why are you kidnapping me, and why am I suddenly as tall as an ant? I thought we were friends!
If you know what an Andalite is, you most certainly know what a Yeerk is. In fact, I'm certain you are a Yeerk, controlling poor Al. And you know as well as we do why we're kidnapping you - in three days, you'll die and Al will be free.
As for why we're all as tall as ants, it would probably be best to ask these nutty Helmacrons. They apparently have a score to settle.
"The Helmacrons do NOT take orders from scum!!!"
*they evade the clouds of flame with a simple slide to the left. The ship begins circling the car, strafing it with shredder fire*
((...do they fire shredders or dracons???))
((I'm not sure. Come to think of it, though, it may be dracons. EDIT: I just looked it up and it does appear to be dracons. I'll edit my last post.))
*quickly but quietly mutters to Aldrea* I had been hoping they'd listen, but instead they're just getting madder. Let's try to get out of here before somebody gets hurt.
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An Anda-what now? You know who's getting madder? You! You're absolutely bonkers!
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Your weapons are meaningless. And what was that about shrinking? You'd better not! *flaps wings to blow them away.*
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
*The ship tumbles through the air several yards before regaining control, then disappears into the treetops.*
Most Powerful Emperor, Lord of the Galaxy, your fearless servants have found the despised wrecker of havoc! He is truly dangerous, Most Wise Ruler, for he is held captive by his own species as well, but the crew of the Star Striker will bring him to justice! We have faced much peril to find him, and still are our lives threatened by a tremendous fire-and-wind storm! But we, the inconquerable Helmacron War Lords, shall prevail! Perhaps the weak and unworthy captain of the Asteroid Doom will assist us so that we may achieve swift, everlasting glory!
-from the log of the Helmacron ship, Star Striker.
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((Does anybody mind if I join?))
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(They don't seem to mind that I have.)
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((You can join... but only if you bow and humble yourself before the Helmacrons. ;D))
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((Never! >:())
*suddenly pops out of the backseat*
*has been sent to save Al from the clutches of his 'friends'* I am here to get Al away from--I mean, to come along on your trip.
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Al, do you know this guy? Oh right, you're pleading the fifth about everything. Let him talk, if you like Ghost, but keep him bound do he can't -accidentally- do anything. ::)
And, um, I hate to say it, but we need to get that shrinking ray back from the Helmacrons. Which means we need to find a way to go after them. *looks up toward Chad, troubled*
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I know how to help you! If you just let me confer with Al here, I'm sure we can think of something to get the shrinking ray back. >:D
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No. You two will have no interactions without either me or Ghost present.
*takes a moment to confer with Aldrea*
Maybe we could just wait here until the Helmacrons come back? They're going to keep trying to take their so called Ship Crusher from us.
"And let them surprise us! No, we have to go after them!"
Aldrea, clearly you are the general and I am the diplomat.
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Alright, where is aluminator? I must rescue him so I can punish him. I will take that Helmacron ship and use it as my new toy.
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Wasn't Al just sitting right here? I could go looking for him if you don't mind.
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Sure, Chad. Bring us that Helmacron ship when you find it.
Um....AL?! How...?*narrows eyes at Marvin YOU! What'd you do with him?!
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*stands up and scratches self, watching car drive away*
Well, that was close. Glad my daring escape went of without a hitch. Now, about this whole "being the size of a grain of rice" thing...
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"Insolent fool! You fell victim to the Helmacrons limitless wit!"
*The Star Striker flies out from the treetops and shoots a tractor beam at Al*
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Eeeep!!!
*gets tractored*
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*Goes after Star Striker* "There you are! Come and give me your ship, gnats, and die for your annoyance which surpasses even ants."
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"Most Worshipful Emperor! We have arrived to aid the pathetic Star Striker in it's mission of retrieving the criminal! They struggle hopelessly... but we shall be victorious! None shall stand in the way of the great Asteroid Doom!"
-from the log of the Helmacron ship Asteroid Doom
*another ship swoops in and steals Al from the other ship's tractor beam, darting off through the woods.*
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I changed my mind! Ghosty, Aldrea, you can drag me into the woods and make me eat oatmeal!
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"Darn! Oh well. I'll take this ship and disable it before hunting down Aluminator." *grabs Star Striker, pointing the guns away from myself.* "Now where to put you so you don't cause trouble?"
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Wait....is Al in there? *is considering the act of getting the Helmacrons to shrink Chad* Aannd....*gets out of the car really quick, confused as to where he is* I don't like being this small.
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Great Emperor! Our ship has been captured by the vicious monsters that inhabit this hostile world! Our engines and weapons seem to have lost their intimidation effects! Though it seem desperate, our fearless captain will lead us to glory yet! With the aid of the Asteroid Doom, we shall bring victory together!
-from the log of the Helmacron ship Star Striker
O Marvelous One, your ever-faithful servants aboard the Asteroid Doom have succeeded in retrieving the captive from our fallen comrades of the Star Striker. Their plight is ominous; their escape is incomprehensible. The tragic loss of our fellow crew shall lay heavy on our hearts eternally....
Victory is ours!!!
from the log of the Helmacron ship Asteroid Doom
*The Asteroid Doom disappears into the deep forest. "Hahaha!!!!"*
*The Star Striker struggles for freedom, firing aimlessly... "Release us, incompetent slime!"*
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"Your ship is mine. Best abandon it and hope I don't feel like squashing you once you're out." I say as the ship struggles, and I manage to hold on. "Your technology will be exploited by the true rulers of the galaxy. The Yeerks."
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"Who dares demand submission from the Helmacron warriors?!? Face our wrath and DIE!!!"
*a swarm of dozens of little aliens come pouring out multiple openings in the ship's hull, wildly firing hand-held Dracons.*
"Chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaarge!!!!!"
Noble Prime Minister! We have finally located the meddlesome Helmacrons that have disturbed the peace of this planet. They have been very rude lately. We shall attempt to dissuade them from such impolite conduct and convince them to not bother the harmless creatures that live here. We hope that they will not feel bad about what they've done for too long, and will join us for a nice meal this evening.
-from the log of the Rondecron ship Flowered Pride
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OK....this is really annoying. Should I risk calling some of the leaders of the Yeerk movement for backup? *decides not to*
Tsew! Tsew! Tsew! *is hit* OW! You little...*pulls out his now shrunk Dracon and fires wildly* TAKE THAT, YOU BABOONS!
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"Hey! No! Get off my arms!" I yell as they run up like a bunch of ants pouring out of an ant bed. Their little dracons are making holes in my skin, and when I try to burn them off with a bit of fire breath, it makes the wounds sting really bad. "How can creatures so small have egos this big?"
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*watches the Helmacron ship vanish with Al* Come on, Aldrea, we'll have to leave the car and see how far we can get on foot. Man, being this small is really a nuisance! At least the Yeerks are thoroughly distracted right now...
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“AAAAaaaaaagghhhhhhh!!!!!” Pip, Pip pip, Pipip, Pippippipipipipppip pipipippippiii.....
(((For those of you who didn't know, Helmacrons make an odd popping sound when heated over 110 degrees)))
Many of the Helmacrons sizzled and burned as they fell through the air. Only a few that were smart enough (or perhaps 'lucky enough') to crawl on the underside of his arms made it to his shoulders. “Blast his putrid eyes out!!!”
Dear Prime Minister, our ship has taken damage. Apparently, the Helmacrons are quite upset about something, and they've mistakenly fired upon us. Don't worry though, we'll be alright.... Even though it made us sad, we felt it was necessary for us to immobilize them with our static ray (it scares some of us a little bit...). We are all so sad that we had to resort to such desperate measures... *sniff* Maybe we can bring them cookies and hope that they will forgive us.
-from the log of the Rondecron ship Flowered Pride
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"Aaaauuggh! Make it stop make it stop make it stop!" I yell as I drop the ship and cover my eyes with my hands. The pain to my tender facial areas make me claw at my shoulders and around them, though whether I'm doing a lot of good or not is unclear in my current state.
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Let's do this, Ghost. Um, hey Ghost...is there any way you can fly? Cause this'd be a lot easier if we got airborne, but I don't want to leave you on the ground.
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Yeah, I can go airborne easily. Can you, though?
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Indeed. I will morph sparrow, since these woods are a little dense.
(Story time. Aldrea was desperate to be able to morph again. After the Yeerk war ended, I posed as an about-to-be-freed Controller and gained access to an Escafil device. But instead of having my "Yeerk" gain the morphing technology, I touched it myself. It's pretty nifty.)
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Don't you have anything bigger? A sparrow would be microscopic in size, since the Helmacrons decreased the baseline size of our DNA, including your morphs' DNA.
It would be a really nice thing if you could acquire a new morph right about now, since that would be normal-sized, but I don't see anything useful right now. The chaos probably scared any animals away.
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As a result of all the turmoil (aka, scratching), the remaining Helmacrons of the Star Striker crew are squished. Whether or not there are any still hiding inside their ship is undetermined....
The Asteroid Doom lay dysfunctional on the forest floor. None of the weapons, or any other technology, were operating. Not even the tractor beam... (((hint, hint, Aluminator... ;))))
The Flowered Pride landed gently next to the disabled Helmacron ship. Though unnoticeable to a regular sized person, a group of tiny Rondecrons proceeded from one ship to the other, carrying what appeared to be small baskets.... They were shaped like peanuts and had many thin, stringy tentacles that they walked with.
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I walk around, feeling a little antsy. When I try to morph into a bird, I shrink even more. Paniced, I demorph and wonder where Al is. "Maybe I can find him first." I hear Aldrea and Ghosty talking; while they talk, I need to find Al. "AL! Where are you?"
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I calm down a bit after that, but don't pick up the ship again for fear more Helmacrons might come out. They don't have Al anyway. Instead i start looking for the other ship.
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Hmm... the tractor beam finally dropped me. Man... ouch. I think I only fell about a foot, but that was terrifying at this size. And... what the heck are those? You know what? I'm not dealing with this now...
*sprints away and begins climbing a tree*
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I decide it's about time to call in....the Visser. He needs to know about the situation. However, after calling, it turns out the Visser is busy sunbathing or whatnot. *sigh* Instead, I call Chapman, who sends two back-up over. How will they find me? I'm the size of an ant, by George! *suddenly sees Al climbing a tree* I think I should go after Al...*runs over*
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That's true, Ghost. We'll go with the biggest flying morph I have, an eagle. *morphs*
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*sees Marvin running up*
Hey! It's good to see you! What the heck is going on out there!?
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Which way do you think we should go, Aldrea? I'm inclined to follow the path that Helmacron ship was taking, but they may have changed direction.
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*climbs into the tree, pauses, and looks around* I'm not sure...I do know we've been shrunk. *looks around again to make sure no one is listening* Hey, I've been sent to get you out of this...dillemma. But, now that we're both small, how can we get away? There're Controllers being sent over here, but they may crush us before they find us.
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Let's see if we can find out where those Helmacrons went. We need to get some altitude so we can get the lay of the land...and maybe figure out where the heck Al and his little friends are.
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Sounds like a good idea to me. In particular, we can make good use of your morph's raptor vision; it's far superior to mine.
*starts floating toward the location the Helmacron ship was last seen at*
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(((sorry... internet's been down.)))
Though the Helmacron-Rondecron groups are hard for most to notice, the tiny flashes of light coming from the even tinier Dracon beams were noticable.
"Aaaaghhhh! Why, oh why?" *sob*... *lots of sobbing*
"Ghaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaa!!!"
The fleeing -and weeping- Rondecron crew retreated to the safety of their ship and shut the doors. Helmacrons surrounded it and began firing from all angles. The Flowered Pride began to glow pink, and the Dracon beams bounced off in all directions.
Meanwhile, the fallen Star Striker has cracked as a result of being dropped. "None shall claim victory over the Helmacrons!!!!" A small computer voice announced... ~~SELF-DESTRUCT PROGRAM INTITIATED. TEN SECONDS TILL TOTAL ANNIHILATION. NINE...~~
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*glances at Marvin as the Star Striker's computer voice announces a self-destruct*
I dunno about getting found, but I'm thinking we should get the heck outta here first!
*Begins to climb around to back side of tree*
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Booom! (The ship's explosion is about as large as cheap firecrackers.) Boom! Pop pop Booom!
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*also gets down, but pauses for a second*
I thought I heard a faint firework...I must be going ballistical. Oh wait, that's the little explosion. *shakes his head*
*gets down*
Now, do you think we should rejoin with Aldrea and Ghosty so we can find the Helmacrons so we can become huge so we can go home? Lots of so's....
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*After the explosion, jumps down next to Marvin*
Join with Aldrea and Ghosty? Never! Those crazies wanted to drag me into the woods and starve me out of this host! Or feed me oatmeal. Which actually doesn't sound all that bad...
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Yuck! Oatmeal. Wait...I don't like it...and I also know that there's a sort of oatmeal--ginger or something--that's not good for you. *lowers his voice* It won't be good for you. Your host will have some control over you.
*sees Ghosty floating in the air*
O.o....
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<Marvin, don't make me scratch your eyes out. Let's find these little fools so Ghosty and I can deal with you and Al more quickly.>
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*hears a small explosion and scans the area*
There they are, Aldrea! *points toward the tree*
Let's get 'em both. I don't know how we're going to deal with two Yeerks in addition to Chad and those pesky Helmacrons, but we don't have a choice. We can't leave either of them behind or they'll tell the Visser what's going on, and then we'll really have a mess on our hands.
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*points at Aldrea and Ghosty*
See!? See why I don't want to deal with them!? They think it's okay to murder me or whatever just because they think I'm one of these "Yeerks" they keep talking about! I'm gonna call Mr. Visser and tell him what's going on!
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<You know what? Drop the act. The oblivious routine isn't fooling anyone. Besides, normal humans don't talk to eagles like there's no problem.>
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Normal humans don't get stuffed into the backs of cars and shrunk to the size of grains of rice either, if they can help it! I think "normal human" is a little far from reality for me at the moment!
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You've never been a human, normal or otherwise, Yeerk. The closest you've gotten is controlling one, and that's about to stop. Now would you like to come quietly, or do we need to use force?
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You know...I seriously have NO idea what ya'll are talking about. Yeerks, Vissers. *pauses* And come to think of it, WHY THE HECK am I talking to an eagle?!
*whispers to Al*
We can either go with--with--them, run, or morph something. And somehow I think that none of them are really good.......
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*whispers to Marvin* Yeah, our options here aren't looking great. As soon as we're big again, I'm Draconing these two into dust.
*To Aldrea and Ghosty* Look, crazy, why don't we work together to figure out how to unshrink ourselves? If you can stop accusing me of being some demon or whatever for five minutes, I think I could stand to be around you.
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*whispers back* Remember, I have to get one of them.
Yes...and if you'd stop wanting to do something to me too, I think we MIGHT be able to work something out, right?
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*whispers to Aldrea* What do you think? I'm not inclined to trust these Yeerks any farther than I can throw them, but we do have a problem. We're going to have a hard time dealing with them and getting unshrunk, and at some point Chad's going to get here and then we'll be in even bigger trouble. On the other hand, they can't really do anything either, so I think we basically have a forced truce for now.
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*Whispers to Ghost* Okay, truce. But as soon as we're big, I'm morphing something that can take these two down.
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We have tried to be nice to the Helmacrons, but they are so mean! All we did was bring them cookies and they tried shooting us! *boohoooohooo!* We're back inside now, with the shields up. Some of us are thinking of putting the Helmacron ship up in a tree while they are firing outside our ship. That would be so rude of us, but they were mean to us first! Maybe then they will calm down and let us talk about things and share our feelings. We still have some cookies left....
From the log of the Rondecron ship Flowered Pride
*the Flowered Pride lifts off, taking the Asteroid Doom with it through the woods, where it leaves the Helmacron ship in a tree's branches. It then returns to where the stranded Helmacrons are and hovers a few inches above them. The Helmacrons continue yelling and shooting.*
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*whispers to Aldrea* Remember, we shouldn't hurt them if we can avoid it - they may be Yeerks, but they're in human hosts. And speaking of getting big, we've got to make sure one of us gets back to normal size before they do. I have a feeling if they get back to normal size first, we're done for.
*turns back to Marvin and Al* Fine, truce.
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*smiles* Good.
*whispers to Al* We MUST get big first!!
*puts on a sweet smile*
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<All right, the important thing here is to somehow induce the Helmacrons to make us big again. Since they seem to want Al for some reason I don't understand, I propose we feign giving him up to them. Once at least some of us are returned to normal, we can take the shrink ray and use it ourselves. Don't worry Al, we'll do our best to help releive you of that Yeerk. *narrows eyes* ...There also seem to be two ships attacking each other. There might be some way we can back the opposing side...>
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Curses! Those horrid hypocritical "kind-hearted" Rondecron meddlers have stranded us on this hostile habitat! First, Grand Lord of the Empire, they disabled and rendered useless our ship you christened yourself. Then, they attempted to drug and poison us... but we weren't fooled by their pleasant lies! Now your humble servants have been abandoned, and our ship has been taken from us, while our despicable genetic 'cousins' hover above us, plotting our imminent doom. But we despair not, or Masterful One! Still we wage war against them, and through our perseverance and valor shall we overcome the greatest of odds!
...AAAaaaarrrghhhh! Their cruelty knows no bounds! As they gloat in the safety of their ship, they pelt us with the toxic wafers from above!!! Defeat looms near, but fear not, for WE SHALL OVERCOME!!!!!
-from the log of the Helmacron ship Asteroid Doom
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*whispers to Marvin* Squish squash *evil grin*
*to everyone* So, what, I'm the bait? I'm not a huge fan of this plan.
*sigh*
Fine. Let's go see if we can get in on the little skirmish going on over there.
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*whispers in a low voice as he starts walking*
We really need to get a big morph so we can out-strengthen them...
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Great News, Prime Minister! We decided to give the left over cookies to the Helmacrons, and they are running and jumping so excitedly! They must like them... we are so happy! At first, we were a little worried about them, so we stayed in our ship off the ground, but since they're so happy now, we'll land again finally get to sort things out! Yay!
-From the log of the Rondecron ship Flowered Pride
*The ship lands amidst the rioting Helmacrons*
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*whispering to Marvin* Aw, man, you got a morph-capable host? This one's totally not. I do feel really strong, being so small, though.
*to everyone* We need to get onto that Helmacron ship over there.
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Well, now's a good time to do it. The Helmacrons are thoroughly distracted by that other ship, so we should have plenty of time to figure out their system and unshrink ourselves.
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Great. The crazy ghost who wants to kidnap me thinks it sounds simple. I guess this'll be easy now.
*begins running towards the Helmacron ship*
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Heh, I never said it would be simple. I just think we have a much better chance of doing it successfully if we start now than if we wait for the Helmacrons to finish yelling at whoever's in that other ship.
*starts floating toward the Helmacron ship, staying as near the ground as possible*
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*rolls his eyes and talks to himself under his breath* After this, I will NEVER live a life like this.
*is suddenly very hungry* O.o
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*glides noislessly past the distracted Helmacrons into the ship, slightly ahead of the others* <I'm guessing that thing jutting out of the ship's nose....shaped like, well, a GUN....is the shrink ray? But how do I know it isn't just a gun? Ugh.>
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*finally sneaks around the crowd of Helmacrons to the ship*
Well, Aldrea, we could always test it on you to find out if it's a gun or a shrink ray.
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That's just not happening, unless one of you wants to volunteer. *looks expectantly at Al and Marvin*
No, I didn't think so.
I have an idea, though. *points to the rioting Helmacrons* How about we try this on them?
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*laughs* Sounds like a plan to me! *runs towards the entrance to the ship*
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One of the Helmacrons turns and notices the group approaching the ship.
"THE SLIME ATTEMPT TO AMBUSH US FROM BEHIND!!!" he alerts the others, who turn and charge back towards the Asteroid Doom, shooting wildly.
"Oh dear... it seems that we have more guests! WE NEED MORE COOKIES!!" shouts one of the Rondecrons. "Hmmm... they don't seem to be friends with the Helmacrons, though... that's just so sad!" *sniff*
*they throw more cookies*
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*runs like crazy* TAKE THIS HELMACRONS! *tries to step on them, but remembers he can't* Oh yeah...move, Al! I wanna go in!!
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Aw, jeeze... Everybody in!
*runs into the ship and stands next to the door controls, frantically waving the others in*
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*is now in* Whoa...jeez. Look at all these gizmos and gadgets! I wonder what this one will do.
*crazy tunes start playing* Whoa.
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Let's turn this gun on them, now. We may not get another chance.
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"NOOOOO! You FOOLS!!! Don't touch the..."
*the door shuts before the swarm of gun-wielding lunatics gets in.*
"...well that's unfortunate..."
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<PUSH THE BUTTON, GHOST!>
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*swivels the gun toward the rioting Helmacrons and slams the button*
*mutters to self* Please let that do what I hope it does...
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(((wait a minute... I just remembered that ship is supposed to be in a tree. :-\ I guess it fell? :))))
"AAAAAAAaaaarrrrgggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!......." the sound of shrieking Helmacrons slowly fades as they shrink past the point of existence. There simply aren't enough cells and atoms left to be considered a creature. Only about a third of the egotistical horde are still alive, and they continue shooting at the ship and engines while the shields were still down.
Wailing fills the Rondecron ship. The pilots cover their faces and cry, letting the ship simply fall to the ground. Since the shield is up, it isn't damaged, but instead, the grape-cluster shaped ship bounces and rolls across the ground.
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Wrong one! Do it the other way, Ghosty! In reverse!
*runs over to the console and starts pressing buttons until finally, an un-shrink-ray fires at the horde of Helmacrons*
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NOOO!! We're doing it the other way for us, not for them! If even one of them gets big, we're all dead! *holds down the shrink-ray button*
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*thinks for a second*
Totally worth it!
*Jams the un-shrink-ray button, then tackles Ghosty*
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(((um... the ones that are dead are, well, dead. They just don't exist anymore, so they can't be unshrunk.)))
The lights begin flashing, and then strobe in funky colors, as the intruders jam random buttons. The gun begins firing randomly, as a shrink ray, un-shrink ray, Dracon beam, and several other modes, including one that seems to make giant bubbles. One of the bubbles actually scoops up the remaining Helmacrons and carries them skyward. The beam continues firing into the ground.
"Ooooohh, look. Bubbles!"
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((No, no, I didn't want to un-shrink the shrunk ones. I wanted to create six-foot Helmacrons >:D))
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(((................... .. :orly: why??????)))
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((Because I think it'd be a hilarious turnabout, and I happen to find that sort of literary irony entertaining))
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(((But what the heck am I supposed to do with giant helmacrons?!? This might not be irony, but it should count as a hilarious turnabout: )))
Suddenly, the ground begins to rumble, the ship is jostled on the shifting forest floor. A giant Earthworm bulges out of the dirt, thrashing around wildly! While it's actually a little over a foot long now, it's about as big as a cargo train to the others watching.
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*feels the ground start to shake* Oh no, oh no, oh no... Did you already have oatmeal, Yeerk? You're nuts! *shoves Al away and slams the shrink button again*
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*has been sitting in a corner the whole time*
You know...whoa! *hits his head against something as ground shakes* What is THAT?! Oh my gosh...you know, why did we ever get mixed up in this? We never should have done this. Ever. *is starting to sound like a crazy prophet* Whoa! *is hit again* Darn it.
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The gun begins to smoke, and the worm explodes.
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While chaos has been breaking loose, I've been demorphing and remorphing.
Aldrea: use the Hork-Bajir morph! We need firepower!
Me: Um, you're not planning to kill Al, are you?
Aldrea: I'm planning to do what we need to do to eliminate the enemy we face.
Me: Yeah...I think we should do something less violent.
Aldrea: Well, if you've got a better plan, put it into effect now! They're going to blow each other up!
Me: All right, fine....but I'M controlling our movements...
*morphs to Hork-Bajir and grabs Al while he struggles with Ghost and the shrink ray*
<What's the matter with you? Do you want to kill everyone, including your precious host and your little friend?!>
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Thank you, Aldrea. That makes this a lot easier. *glares at Al* Now behave, Yeerk, or you're going to get us all killed.
Now, how do I control how big or small things get? *begins studying the gun's control panel*
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There you go, with this "Yeerk" talk again. Seriously, what are you guys smoking?
*thrashing* Put me down, Andalite filth!
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'''''ENTER SECURITY CODE NOW''''' says a computer voice. A small red light begins to blink on the control panel. A quickly changing image of what must be some kind of countdown appears on the screen.
The bubble holding the horde of helpless Helmacrons hovers higher and higher into the heavens. "Aaaaaaiiiighhhh!!!"
"Booooohooohooohoo! Booohooohoo!" "Waaaahhh!"
Bits of roasting worm meat (?) fall from the sky, splattering on the two ships and everything else nearby. They thud loudly on the ships' hulls.
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*sigh* Enough already, Yeerk. It's over, and you lose.
Aldrea, do you want to let him go for a few moments so I can get you back to normal size? Then we can get Al and Marvin back to normal size, too.
Don't forget, you'll need to demorph before I unshrink you, or your Hork-Bajir morph will become your normal size and you'll be quite a bit smaller after demorphing.
*the computer begins demanding a security code*
Oh bleep, I hope we can bypass this! *begins frantically typing on the computer's keyboard*
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(((Would it be too mean of me to keep y'all from unshrinking yourselves? I mean, this RP is named after the Helmacrons, and that's what they do. I just don't want to be too annoying. :))))
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((Hehe... I say go for it. I'm enjoying the shrunkenness. I still like the idea of making everybody, including the Helmacrons, people-sized, but keeping everyone shrunk would be a fun way to play it ^_^))
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((Sure, make us really work to get our true size back! I mean, nobody's even gotten to face off with the Visser yet, and no starts-small-but-gets-really-insane-really-fast Animorphs mission is complete without that!))
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((Heh, I'm game to stay really small for awhile!))
*lets Al go* And by the way....I'm NOT AN ANDALITE.
*begins demorphing* God, I hate being so vulnerable...
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Helpless my butt. You turned into that big bladey thingy. Wish I could do that. Then maybe you punks wouldn't be dragging me around everywhere.
*glances around as worm meat pelts the hull*
Can we get the heck outta here soon, please?
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Whistles, bells, and obnoxiously loud, blaring tones come from the control panel. The screen looks more like a teenager's face on a bad day with all of the blinking red lights on it. """" DISTRESS SIGNAL SENT"""" the computer announced. ''''ENTER SECURITY CODE TO DISARM SELF-DESTRUCT''''''''' It screamed.
The group of eight trapped Helmacrons sat helplessly in their bubble prison; they grumble quietly. They were well above the tree line when a gust of wind sent them flying southwards, towards the end of the forest nearest town. "Anybody have any cards?" one asked.[/color]
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Umm... Ghosty? You got this?
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Never mind. I'm all for getting the heck outta here.
*runs to door and slams switch to open it*
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*continues frantically typing on the keyboard* I don't know, Al, there may not be enough time for this... you guys should get out of here in case I can't bypass security in time.
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You know? I think that I'm gonna get the "heck outta here" while I have the chance. *goes behind Al* Open the door! *kicks it, but hits his toe*
OW!
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Sovereign Lord of the Empire! Just moments ago, we, the crew of the invincible Comet Storm, detected an emergency beacon from the destroyed ship Star Striker. We have embarked to punish the villains who commit such heinous crimes against you! None wage war with the Helmacrons and live free to speak of it!!! Glory to the Helmacrons!!!
-from the log of the Helmacron ship Comet Storm.
(A little while later)
O Emperor! Such disgrace do we bear for the defeat of our ships in the TMA-1 sector of our immense domain! Only mere minutes after responding to the announcement of destruction from the pathetic Star Striker, we have received a plea for help from the weakling Asteroid Doom. Clearly they are not worthy to bear the Helmacron Honor and must be detained. We aboard the Comet Storm, together with the mediocre crews of the Stellar Fury and the Space Assault, we will appropriate command of the sector and establish our Superiority over the savage inhabitants
-from the log of the Helmacron ship Comet Storm.
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I'm right behind you, Yeerks! *bails as I grumble to myself*
It's not like they can get far, it'll take them 5 minutes to climb over a stone.
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*Slams the button again, finally getting the door to open* Helmacron piece of junk!
Okay, they say smaller size gives you better strength, and I'm betting I can make great time as a pants-wetting-scared runner. Let's move, guys! Ghosty, get outta there!
*takes off running*
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*runs so fast he flies into the air*
Whee!
*unfortunately, gravity pulls him down*
Ouch.
*keeps on running*
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I'm not going anywhere, Al. I should be able to survive an explosion, and I'm nearly done here...
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O Your Ladyship, we are so sad. Many of the Helmacron's have been destroyed by their own ship. It must surely have been a tragic accident. A few have escaped by flying away in a magic bubble. It was very pretty. We will try and find these poor surviving Helmacrons and try to save them. It seems that they did not like our cookies... perhaps they had tummy aches. We will bring them strawberry tarts instead! Then they will be happy and we can all be friends! Yay! After we have made our distant cousins happy, we will be sure to return them to their ship. This sad day may have a happy ending yet. Toodles!
-From the log of the Rondecron ship the Flowered Pride.
*Flowered Pride lifts off slowly, then flies in the direction of the 'magic bubble'.*
"""SELF DESTRUCT SEQUENCE INITIATED. FIVE SECONDS REMAIN. HAVE A NICE DAY!""""
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Your call, Ghost-man!
*continues running, flailing his arms wildly*
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Bleep... so... freaking... close... but not close enough. *begins separating into microscopic pieces to survive the coming explosion* You win this one, Helmacrons...
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""".......2........1.. .......""" The computer noises faded away... "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" as the ship dissolved into a pile of fine sand.
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*leaps into the air, expecting to be carried along by the explosion, then looks back at the ship with a frown*
Ohhhhh... crazy tiny aliens...
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*thinking* What the...?!?!?
*slowly reforms* Of all the... *anything further is lost in angry sputtering*
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((( ;D I'm very pleased with myself! )))
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Seriously???!!!! We're going to be tiny forever! *sigh*....Although, there WAS that other ship....
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:bump: "AAAAAUUUUUUGGGHHHHH HH!!!!!" A giant bird has attacked the bubble! It's claws tear and pull at it, but the surface doesn't break... yet. Small playing cards are strewn everywhere as the bubble is sent tumbling through the air.
"Oh, no!" The Flowered Pride rises above the tree tops and quickly catches up to the afflicted bubble. The bird is distracted and slightly confused at the sight of this ....flying rock?... but it continues it's attempt to capture the floating tasty-looking bugs inside. A tiny beam of light comes from the ship, paralyzing the bird in mid-air. It falls to the forest floor several stories below. A second energy beam reaches out to the bubble and surrounds it, as the ship drops to the ground with the unfortunate Helmacrons in tow.
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I am momentarily distracted from chasing after Al and Marvin by a giant shadow in the sky. "This is how the Dinosaurs must have felt when that asteroid was about to hit them..." Several yards away, the bird hits the ground, close enough for the concussion to knock me over. Several more yards away, the second Helmacron ship is also raidly descending.
So, I basically have no choice, do I? Be the size of an ant forever....and quite possibly become dinner FOR an ant...or approach that ship. I make my way towards it.
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*dodges the falling bird* Great, now we're about to be dinner for this guy, provided he doesn't squish us first...
*sees the ship slowly settling to the ground* Whoa, it's the same guys the Helmacrons were picking on earlier! Maybe they'll be willing to help us out. Hey guys, over here!
*starts moving toward the ship*
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*dodge-rolls out of the way of the falling bird, but is thrown to the dirt by the impact. After laying there stunned for a moment, looks up and sees Ghosty and Aldrea approaching the descending ship*
Are you guys nuts? What makes you think those guys aren't every bit as bad as the Helmacrons? Or worse?
*About a hundred feet away, a group of cars pulls into the parking lot and men begin pouring out to search the woods. One of them speaks*
"This is his last known location! He said he was in trouble. Bring him to me, and don't injure his host. If you don't find him, you might get to see my newest morph firsthand!
Ah... right on schedule...
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*dodge-rolls out of the way of the falling bird, but is thrown to the dirt by the impact
(((If you're rolling, aren't you already in the dirt...?)))
Your Grace! We have visitors! We were able to save the poor, poor Helmacrons from the scary flying thing, It was very scary. Then we brought the Helmacrons back down to the ground where they were safe. They were jumping up and down, waving their arms... they must be so happy! And we didn't even give them our fresh tarts yet! Maybe we can share them with the new people that are coming to say hi.
-From the log of the Rondecron ship Flowered Pride.
The Comet Storm streams through Z-space at speeds that would dazzle an Andalite towards the TMA-1 sector. They arrive quickly, and begin priming their vast weapons array.
Post Merged: October 29, 2010, 03:17:08 PM
A small party of pink-skinned Rondecrons exit the ship's ramp and approach the others. They are carrying large baskets up in the air, over their heads. "We have Cookies!"
The external view screen of the Comet Storm blanks out as they enter the atmosphere... the heat from their speed is blinding white.""""Target acquired: withing range in 6 minutes."""" a computer voice says.
"LET US OUT, BARBARIC IMBECILES!!!" Shout the remaining crew members of the Galaxy Doom.
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Me: Cookies? Um, what do you think, Aldrea?
Aldrea: These creatiurs haven't been very friendly so far....maybe they're poisoned cookies. Don't eat the cookies.
Me: Well, I wasn't planning to, but....they look a little different from the other Helmacrons.
*approaches the Rondecrons* Hi, guys? What brings you to the forest?
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One Rondecron begins giggling, for no apparent reason...
"We noticed that our cousins were causing a bit of a disturbance for your species, and we thought that was so sad. We wanted to help the Helmacrons see that they were being rude, so that they would be happy. We even made them cookies.... Would you like one?"
"LIES!!! ALL LIES!!! DO NOT BE DECEIVED BY THEM, YOU FOOLS!!!"
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*quietly talks to the others* Huh. I don't recall the Helmacrons trying to do us any favors earlier, so I'm not inclined to listen to them now. On the other hand, I'm a little leery of this new species, but we don't exactly have a choice in trusting them. I'm inclined to play it by ear and see what happens. We can always bail if these guys turn out to be like the Helmacrons.
*turns back to the Rondecrons* Thank you for your kindness in coming to help fix the trouble the Helmacrons caused. They shrunk us to a fraction of our normal size, which is making life very difficult since we're not used to being this small. Is there a way you could bring us back to our normal size, please?
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"Oh no!" "How terrible" Cried the Rondecrons. "We're so sorry! We don't have any way of fixing this; only the Helmacrons use those scary shrink rays. This is so sad...."
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That's not good; we don't really want to spend the rest of our lives like this. Is there any way you could talk the Helmacrons into unshrinking us?
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"Not without their ships. It's so sad... they don't like sharing, so they made their ships be destroyed when they weren't using them anymore. How sad!"
A small group of Rondecrons had gathered around the Helmacrons' bubble. Somehow, they were pushing strawberry tarts through the force field that trapped them. The prisoners immediately began yelling and stomping the tarts, while their 'hosts' gave them more and more.
TSEEEEW! TSEEEEEEEEEW! Bolts of Dracon fire began to strafe the area. Rondecrons ran screaming and crying... mostly crying. The Helmacrons were still screaming.
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We'll need to get our hands on another Helmacron ship, I guess -- *is cut off by Dracon fire*
*sarcastically* Well, that didn't take long. Guys, run!
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*grabs a handful of cookies and makes a run for it*
Yeah! Let's hurry up and get unshrunk so Mr. Visser over there can have a chat with you guys! *points at the controllers now combing the woods*
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This just gets more and more psycho...*begins morphing into a dragonfly* Try hitting something THIS small!
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Great Lord of the Universe! Total capture of this lowly planet is eminent! Though our floundering 'brothers' managed only to lose their ships and be captured, the might of the Dignified Comet Storm will not only compensate for their whimpering defeat but bring our Empire to dominance! Already have we set panic in the hearts of the inhabitants! They run in terror at our fearsome magnificence!!! Within a few short hours the planet will be ours.
- from the log of the Helmacron ship Comet Storm.k
The bubble surrounding the Helmacrons dissolves as the Flowered Pride lifts off and zooms away. The Stellar Fury takes off after it as the Rondecron ship zooms away.