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Animorphs Section => Animorphs Role Playing => Topic started by: Cobra (Gymn) on September 19, 2010, 10:21:02 PM
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Hi, I'm new here but I would like to do a role play. But as no are really going to start up right now I thought I'd start a new one. :)
It would be set twenty years after the first Yeerk war. Terrorist gained the morph power ten years ago and the governments of the world have been fighting them nonstop since then. The characters would be vigilantes or part of the M.C.C.F. (Morph Capable Counter-Terrorism Force), or something else. The original animorphs are gone. I'm leaving the rest open to anyone who wants to play to make up.
If I mess up just let me know this is my first role play of this kind. Oh and also no demons or anything like that, ok?
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My character;
Name: Cobra
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Physical Appearence: Tall, wiry, flexible, brown hair with tanned skin, and green eyes.
Personality: Quiet, Grim, with a subtle dry sense of humor.
History: His real name is secret. He was a mercenary before the terrorists got the morphing power ten years ago. He got his named from his black cloak and hood and his use of snake venom to poison his twin daggers. When the terroists got the morphing power the U.S. Government offered him a job in their new special forces department; the M.C.C.F. (Morph Capable Counter-Terrorism Force). He was given the abilty to morph and successfully fought morph-related terrorism for 6 year, but in the end the rules of the U.S. Military were too strict and he was court-marshalled for disobedience. He left the country and continued to fight terrorism on his own until now.
Other: After he gained the power to morph he only aquired snakes except for 4 of his morphs; an owl, a scorpion, a peregrine falcon, and a komodo dragon. His favorite morph is the King Cobra.
Morphs: King Cobra
Eastern Diamondback rattlesnake
Side-winder
Anaconda
Reticulated python
Beaked seasnake
Kingsnake
Peregrine falcon
Scorpion
Great Horned owl
Komodo Dragon
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This strongly resembles Operation MAAS, an RPG in which I participated some two years ago before the forum moved to this host.
I'm very much interested in this, but I'm just now beginning a Hell Week for a musical event and a few projects all at once. If more people join, by all means start the plot without me, but don't be too surprised if I try to drop into the action, savvy?
I look forward to seeing how this progresses. :) Welcome to RAF, Cobra. Call me Este.
EDIT: my character
Name: Aurelia Finch (alias)
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 29
Physical Appearence: Short, lean, dark brown hair and grey eyes, otherwise uniformly nondescript
Personality: She avoids contact with anybody outside her working group, but she is singularly good at working a large crowd to behave in specific ways.
History: Finch trained for four years in the art of mass distraction; she worked the past five years as a maker-of-diversions, specializing in small explosions, inducing commotions in crowds, and otherwise freelancing with various private investigators and bounty hunters, creating the moments of opportunity they require to get their work done. Finch chooses morphs for a combination of camouflage and large visual impact, allowing her to either maximize the attention turned away from her colleagues or else to effect her own escape from tight situations. She prefers bird morphs for their mix of colour and camouflage, noise and silence, and their ease of escape. She carries a slim elastic pack that is just tight enough around her shoulders to allow her to morph while wearing it. It typically contains small explosives and marble-sized smoke bombs, a lighter, and a pocketknife.
Morphs:
Canary
Northern Cardinal
Raccoon
Pigeon
Gull
****roach
black house cat
housefly
Polar Bear
Coyote
Horned Owl
Gyrfalcon (white)
Ermine
Pea****
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wow, this really is EXACTLY the same as MAAS (oh how i miss it)
unfortunately i wont be able to participate due to craziness, but i hope you get as much awesome out of this as i did from OMAAS
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Yea I was surfing the web and found MAAS I guess I might have stolen a few ideas from there. Hope it's ok? Really I had a character in mind and he fits this sort of story line. Anyways my chararcter will be starting in the middle east. I don't really have time to post anymore rigt now.
Post Merged: September 20, 2010, 09:27:59 PM
((As I've never roleplayed like this, I thought i'd try it out. I want some feeback on this tell me if it stinks or if it's ok.))
It had been four years since I was last in the military but I never forgot my training, except for now. On the latest of my missions I let an old pal from the army get my guard down and that was when the special forces came out behind me. I morphed Komodo Dragon and turned to face them. Then the bag came over my head. I heard a shot and felt a dart peirce my skin, then all went black.
When I came to the first thing I did was demorph I looked around and saw that I was in a cell. Apparently the military had had enough of my freelance fighting and my accidental interuptions of their missions. They didn't want me in the way anymore.
They think this will hold me. I thought has I morphed a scorpion. At that moment I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I scampered into a shadowed corner to hide and see who it was.
((I'm not really starting just wanted to see how I did. Also any body can join whenever during the course of the game if it ever gets going))
Edit: it would be great if a few more people could join. I
don't really care who.
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We're starting
Colonel walker walked into view from my corner and said, "You can demorph Cobra. You aren't going anywhere. I'm here to tell you about a job for the government."
<What do they--> "want from me" I said as my mandibles gave way to my mouth.
"Just a cooperative assignment" Walker replied "Here," he said as he opened the door, "Follow me."
We walked out of the detention block and moved to a briefing room.
"So tell me about the job."
"We need you to infiltrate an black market organization that we think is supplying terrorists with weapons." He sighed. "Look I know you don't trust us and frankly I don't trust you either but you'll be paid well. Are you up for the job?"
"Beats sitting in prison. Yea, I'll do it. When do I start."
"Just as soon as your partner arrives."
((Este, maybe your character?))
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From my vantage point beneath his desk, I saw McIntyre shove the office door open.
"FINCH!" The P.I. barked my nickname in exasperation;
<Yessir?>
"Where the hell are you?"
<Where do you think I am?> McIntyre's face turned red, and I struggled to suppress my laughter as he near-frantically searched the corners of the ceiling. Did he really think I'd be a bird in such a small room? Some people never really learn, perhaps, but then, maybe I shouldn't have been so willing to tease my best source of inside information. Mac had helped me get jobs in the past, which had been harder and harder to do since the MacroTek fiasco the last year. I slinked into view.
<Ermine. Down here. Fuzzy little white thing. See me now?> I started to demorph while he talked. <So, why'd you call me here?>
"We have a job for you, but there's a good chance you won't like the stipulations."
<Stipulay->"-schunnnnzs?" My muzzle finally squashed into a recognizable humanoid mouth. Mac was right... I didn't like the sound of that. "Stipulations"... worse than "conditions", and only a little bit better than "requirements."
Mac shuffled a bit, looking uncharacteristicall y uncomfortable.
"Well. Um. You'll have to work with a partner."
"Yeah, what's new? Who is it this time, Odessa or July?"
"Neither."
"...Oh. How bad?"
"Ex-military."
"So bad."
Mac nodded.
"He's a merc. The name tossed around is 'Cobra', and I hear they had to literally trap him to get him to come in."
I winced.
"He sounds visible, Mac."
Visible: the worst quality to have in a client, for a divertor like me. My contact nodded again and grimaced visibly, all too familliar with my working preferences. Time and again I had turned down jobs from him, even in tight times, because a client was too visible, too noisy.
"So... tell me, please, why you even asked me here? You already know my default answer, so tell me what I have to know to change my mind, or I'm leaving as soon as I can hail a cab." I tried to keep my voice level, but the small office was starting to get to me. Funny, isn't it, that it takes morphing small animals to realize you're claustrophobic?
"He sounds visible, yes. He's ex-military, yes. He's also downstairs in holding, so if you are willing at least to consider this, you can meet the guy and find out what's what with him."
"I'm still not hearing the sweet voice of reason in your arguments...."
"-it's international."
"Well, that changes things, doesn't it?" This wouldn't be just a basic distraction job for a private group, and it wouldn't be the corporate spying I'd done for the past months. International issues meant two things: money and options. If I'd been asked, it meant they needed me, specifically.
"Mac, how far do you think I can push the issue?" The issue of funds; how hard can I grind the feds for cash? If they need me, how much are they willing to pay me, in order not to have to hire somebody less skilled?
"Last I checked, four figures was the baseline, and knowing you, it won't be hard to triple their current bid."
"Well, mister MacIntyre, consider me sold. By the way, what sort of international? Are we talking Europe, Asia, Mid-east?"
"Last I heard, it was closer to home, but they aren't telling me much. They just needed me to get to you; usual business. All I know is, there's arms dealing involved."
"Cool. So, where's our noisy new friend?"
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Walker told me that my partner would meet me in this room and then he would give us the details. Then he left. While I was waiting for my partner, I hoped he wasn't obviously military, or on the other hand that he wasn't useless. I never liked working with group. The only time I did was with my old squad but they had barried them by now. I resigned to wait and find out. I was in a bad mood, which to tell the truth isn't much different than my good mood. You don't get kidnapped and forced to take a job from the military to often. Well my partner had better be careful. I thought, He' walking on thin ice.
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I convinced Mac to let me play house fly and ride around on the back of his shirt.
I heard a door open, and my fly hearing finally started to resolve the noises into something intelligible.
"Hello, mister... Cobra? I am here about the job as well; the men holding you called me about a partner for you."
Mac was careful not to lie outright, the idea being that we'd let Cobra assume Mac was the intended partner, while I observed the situation and decided if it was or wasn't yet time to cut my losses and leave.
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When the man entered the room I didn't move a muscle
"Hmm, yes I'm Cobra" I said as I turn and looked over the new arival. "And you are?"
After he answered, I continued. "I assume you know we're infiltrating a black market organization to look for evidence of their supplying the terrorists. The best way to do that is to approach them with an alias and try to buy weapons, but we can discuss tactics later. Here comes Walker."
(( Este would Walker know Mac and Finch or would he think Mac was the partner too?))
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((I'll leave that up to you to decide as you like; if you want them to know each other, I don't mind. Consider Mac an NPC, the only 'facts' about him is that 1. he's a private investigator who has worked closely with Finch many times over at least the past year and 2. there exist two other NPCs, named Odessa and July, who are mutual acquaintances/coworkers of Finch and Mac. Other than that stuff, feel free to write into his history anything else you like. He's fair game.))
Having heard enough, I zipped out from under Mac's shirt collar and landed on the floor behind his chair.
<Thank you for standing in for me, Mr. MacIntyre. Hello, Cobra; please don't be alarmed as I demorph...> "My name is Aurelia Finch; it appears I am to be your diversionist on this mission. I hope my caution is understandable to you; I didn't know what sort of person I would be meeting today, and it is hazardous in my line of work to be easily recognized."
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"Yea, I understand." was all I got in before Colonel Walker entered the room. " Mr. MacIntyre thanks for bringing Finch. You are dismissed." After Mr. MacIntyre left he continued. "Well, let's get on with the briefing. The organization you are going to infiltrate is based in the Middle East and we suspect it is supplying weapons to terrorist organizations. We need you to find evidence of this. The rest of the planning is up to you. One last thing, this shouldn't be a problem with you Cobra, but if anyone connects you to us they disappear. Ok? Any questions?"
"What's the pay?"
"You will recieve $5,000 each."
I didn't react but I realized this must be important.
"Will you leave me alone after this?"
"I can't promise that."
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I sat down and gazed across the table at Colonel Walker and Cobra.
"Mister Walker, are we aware of anybody else attempting to infiltrate the same place? This situation sounds ripe for miscommunication. Also... why do you need my particular talents? Are we expecting the location to be heavily guarded, and are we talking cameras or just men with guns?" I needed to know this sort of thing.
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"Not that we know of. There will most likely be men with guns and maybe some cameras. We need you because of the corperate spying you've been doing which gives you more experience the Cobra. If that's it I will let you get on with the planning. The location and your plane tickets are in the folder on the table." after he had finished he left the room.
"What do you think we should do? Aliases? Stealth? Fight our way in?" I asked after Walker left. "I vote stealth. By the way what kind of jobs do you do normally?"
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((Aieeee.... sorry; between a group project for my studio class and the fact that my 'unread posts' didn't include this thread, I've been unable to post/unaware that you'd already posted. Mea culpa. Also, I'm going to make an overt allusion to a popular television show in a moment; free hypothetical cookies to anybody who guesses it. :) ))
"Well, Cobra... the entire philosophy behind my work is that there are two ways to walk into any situation. The first way, they don't notice me. The second way, they only notice me. I typically work either alone for smaller ventures or with a partner or small group for things that involve a potential need for firepower." I glanced up and made eye contact with the man in front of me. "Firepower... that would be you, in this case, presumably."
I slouched in the uncomfortable folding chair.
"Most of the work I do is either to assist the cover of private investigators, by camouflaging them or by distracting anybody who would become a problem to them... or else to help large corporations, especially those dealing with pharmaceuticals and technologies, to spy on each other's latest designs and ideas. As it is, most of my work is strictly illegal, but I don't see it as hurting anybody who can't afford to be hurt. Occasionally I've been able even to work simultaneously for two competing companies, looking in on each other. I use a system of aliases to keep each side convinced that there are in fact several people working for both sides. It's rare for the people writing my paycheques to actually see my face." I shrugged once and barely suppressed a wry grin.
"As for my method of operation... birds. Occasionally something much larger, much more visible... but I don't like making such an easy target, and nowadays everybody walks around with some kind of weapon handy. So for the most part, I morph brightly coloured, noisy birds, make a distracting ruckus to cover anybody working with me... or else I morph something small and easy to hide, something common to the area where I'm hiding, or I dress up and makeup like the locals, and I find the most viable way into the place. For this job, I agree with you that stealth sounds the most reasonable."
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"My jobs usually include assassinations and sabotage I focus on not being noticed until it's to late." I stood up. "Well, Should head to the air port? We can discuss more plans on the way there."
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"I suppose we should; do we know yet our estimated arrival time? How we plan infiltration will need to be informed by whether it will be daylight or not when we get there."
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"It should be about six when we arrive. I'll go get a taxi." I walked out and hailed a taxi. "Airport please."
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I slipped on my sunglasses and climbed into the back seat of the cab.
"Mind if I roll down the window?"
The driver shook his head permissively, and I turned the clunky old manual crank until it was down about seven inches, then I grabbed a few crumpled bills out of my wallet and slid them into the door pocket.
"Thanks. Here's fare for three blocks."
Immediately I started morphing the gyrfalcon; the driver's eyes widened.
"Three...? Hey, now, it's six blocks to the airport."
"I know..." <But I really don't feel like waiting on traffic. Thanks for the ride!>
I grabbed my sunglasses in my talons and hurled myself out the partially-open cab window. I circled once, twice, going for altitude... I called down to Cobra.
<Sorry for ditching you like that, but I want to get a look at our plane before we get on it. I'll be at our gate when you get there. On another note... that may take awhile. Traffic is pretty dense for the next two blocks. Might wanna' tell the cabbie to make a left on Stuyvesant and Houston.>
I rode the hot late afternoon air eastward, trying not to laugh.
It wouldn't matter what route the cab took; it would take at least another ten minutes just to get to the bridge. Gotta' love rush hour.
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"Cabby stop. Here's fare for the full six blocks. Bye." I morphed peregrin falcon and flew out the window and met Finch in the sky.
<if your gong to skip traffic I'm not waiting for it either.> I gained some altitude and then shrieked towards the airport.
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I waited for him to catch up, by which time I'd already been circling the airport's main terminal for a minute and a half.
<Everything seems clear, from what I've seen; the pilot appears to be American, and the copilot is from India. If I heard them correctly, the intent is to land at a major airport not far from Jerusalem, and then hop in a smaller plane for the stopover within thirty miles of our site. I think they expect us to get ourselves to the actual location.>
((I'm hitting the hay now; busy morning to be had soon. G'night!))
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<That sound right. I'm going to head down and do some of my style of investigating. If I'm correct our flight is just waiting for us to leave.> I dived down and swooped in for a landing. I demorphed and walked into the terminal. I went to the gate just as they started boarding I gave my ticket and they let me through.
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I demorphed around the corner of the building, put my transitional sunglasses back on, and slipped into the crowd shuffling toward the gate. I pretended to bump into the woman in front of me, hooking my foot in front of her ankle so she tripped-
-and I grabbed her wrist at the last second, catching her before she could hit the pavement. "Heh... sorry, so clumsy of me... it's these glasses, new prescription; can't see a damn thing."
"'Sokay, thanks for catchin' me."
I nodded and let go of her arm, stepped into the plane and did a quick partial-morph of the woman whose DNA I'd just acquired. Now I'd be able to use thought-speak, if needed, and my identity would be just obscured enough for me to feel okay in a space surrounded by so many people.
<Cobra, I'm two rows behind you and to your left; please cough if you notice anything that should concern us.>
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I nodded without looking over my shoulder. Then I went to the bathroom. When I came out I sat down next to Finch. I looked a different because I had ever so slightly morphed a king cobra. I guessed she had partially morphed too because she looked very different.
"Let's plan."
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<Okay, I was thinking we start as close to sunset as we possibly can. The lighting will be just dim enough to make it easy to stay hidden... no crisp shadows to give us away. I have an owl morph that blends pretty well and doesn't make any noise. Maybe just survey the area, search for ways in and out, and then decide from there?>
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<Hmm. I guess I'll go scorpion. If you could carry me close enough to be of use when I'm morphed that would be good.> Snake tongue slipped out. It was part of me that had morphed when I masked my face.
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<Careful, there, or you'll draw more attention than you want. Scorpion? Sounds fair enough. In a pinch, how do you feel about being dropped down somebody's shirt collar?>
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<Fine with me. People down there should know better than to try and squish a scorpion.> "Besides if they do it won't be a happy day for them." I whispered as I demorphed fully.
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I faked a deep yawn. "Well, might as well nap until we land!" <I'll be awake, of course.> I turned to the side and closed my eyes, listening to the people around me on the plane.
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I just sat there thinking about the mission ahead.
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Periodically I demorphed and partially re-morphed, always keeping my face out of view when I did. A couple hours into the flight, the attendant announced that we'd be descending soon, and to fasten our safety belts. I nudged Cobra's shoulder and shot him a pointed glance toward the exit.
<Please try not to be seen standing too close to me when we get off the plane. I'd prefer we appear to be strangers.>
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"I won't be seen near you." The airplane came in for the landing and soon we were able to exit. I hung back until the end and then headed over to the smaller plane.
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I slipped into the narrow cabin and waited for the plane to take off.
((sorry I can't give more than that; having issues with a REVIT project, and no time right now to RAF it up.))
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I slipped in secretly after I morphed under the plane no one would notice the scorpion who slipped aboard.
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The plane took off, and the first half of the trip went fairly smoothly, but for some turbulence... but as our landing site finally became distantly visible, I couldn't help feeling a sharp surge of tense apprehension. Some instinct was warning me of impending danger, but from whom? I looked around the cabin at the other handful of passengers; they seemed just as tense as I felt.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a trio of ****roaches scuttle in a 'v' formation from under the seat. Huh. Not normal.
Somebody else was in morph on the plane with us, but we had the temporary advantage: not only was I aware of their presence, but they would have to demorph first before they could morph into something dangerous. By that time, I could be well on my way to something similarly dangerous.
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<Hello Finch. Would you like me to deal with the ****roaches?> I asked after I noticed the ****roaches. I had crawled underneath Finches chair and the ****roaches were only a chair or two away.
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hi id like to join please
Name: Shaun Rhinehardt
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Physical Appearence: 5ft7 shaved dirty blonde hair light blue eyes
Personality: shy but friendly after a while, brave and curious couragous.
History: homeless lost his parents in a raid of his home they were taken by the terrorists and used as hostages his parents whereabouts are known and he wants to find them at all costs. the terrorists are looking for him because he knows where to find them but won't share the info with anybody he doesnt trust. was captured and beaten until rescued by(anybody you can fit into this).Was never given the ability to morph yet buts wants to take after his father and fight so he is in search of ways to be able to morph.Once he acquires the morphing ability favorite morph would be the Gorilla.
Morphs: Gorilla
Red-tailed Hawk
Black Bear
Rhino
Poison-Dart Frog
Coyote or wolf and i would put more but the message bar wont let me
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((Thanks for joining the party and Estelore that's a noticable character.))
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no problem how are we getting my character into this?
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((this is a pretty slow moving rp. Right now I'm waiting for a reply from Este.))
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ok well when you get to a part where you can get my character out of captivity let me know
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((won't be around most of tomorrow))
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((ok thanks))
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((Sorry for my absence; please be aware that I leave my current location tomorrow morning to be with distant family. I will not have internet access at all for probably the duration of three days. Thank you for your understanding.))
I nodded once, silently, hoping that the scorpion would be able to detect the movement. The plane was only moments away from making its final approach to the tiny plateau that would be our landing strip. I tensed, preparing to morph rapidly if necessary.
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I darted out and pinned one of the ****roaches. <Who are you and what do you want.>
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I shifted in my seat, watching from the corner of my eye as the scorpion confronted the ****roaches. Suddenly, mid-descent, we hit a patch of turbulence; my teeth rattled against each other, and the other passengers fastened their seatbelts. Another violent BUMP-!
-a piece of luggage broke free from the overhead compartment and fell into the aisle next to me-
-I lifted my arms to cover my head-
-a split-second too late... something struck the back of my head-
-as I lost consciousness, I heard a shriek, a sizzle, a smell of ozone, I thought I saw the unmistakable green flash of
a Shredder?
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When the plane shook I went flying. When I focused again the ****roaches were almost demorphed. One pulled a shedder out of a suitcase and shot at me. He missed. When I finshed demorphing they were all out of morph. I knee one in the gut but the other had a shredder on me. "Morph some a rodent. Or finch dies." I morphed ferret. The leader scooped me up and shoved me in a bag. I struggled bait he held the bag tight. "Grab her." The leader said and we exited the plane.
Post Merged: November 24, 2010, 11:06:23 AM
We drove around for about 25 minutes. Then the car stopped and I heard a car door. We entered a building and I was pulled out of the bag squirmed and hissing. I was tossed into a cage with iron bars and a combonation lock. <Let me demorph!>
"Not a chance." the leader said. "The boss wants to talk to you. Your too much of a wildcard to be left human and morph capable."
They tossed Finch into the cell that contained my cage and splashed some water on her. In the next cell over the was a man who looked pretty beat up.
Then it struck me! They wouldn't let me demorph and I only had an hour and half left! I would be stuck as a ferret forever!
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I was yanked back into consciousness by a sudden blast of cold. I coughed and sputtered as the water ran off my face.
Oh, jeeze, owwww. Instinctively I reached up to the back of my head, checking for blood where whatever-it-was had hit me, only to discover my hands were bound together with a zip-tie; it was just loose enough to allow circulation, but still painfully tight. My head swam for a second as I sat up; I was in a cell... there was a ferret in the cage next to me. Probably Cobra...
"Who are you, and why am I bound? I am just a tourist; I was on my way to Jerusalem to sight-see."
<Stop trying to fool us, miss Finch. We know who you are, and it may save you much trouble to come to grips with that realization.>
I glanced around the room; everybody else here was apparently human... or ferret, in Cobra's case... so who was using thought-speech?
Suddenly, across the narrow room, the wall shuddered, reality appeared to shift... holographic projection. The wall vanished completely, and three beings stepped forward into the room.
I admit my jaw dropped.
Flanked by two shredder-armed Hork-Bajir... maybe others in morph?...
directly in front of me stood a lone female Andalite.
<Jay, I suppose at this point it will not hurt to allow the other to demorph, but shoot it if it so much as blinks funny without being told.>
One of the humans pressed a remote button, and the latch opened on Cobra's cage, giving him the chance to step out.
((ooc: I know that's probably more plot-hopping than you want or anticipate, and I'll be willing to alter it later with the consensus of the other players, but I'll be away again until Saturday-ish. I figure this will leave you something to use until my return.))
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I hurried out of the cage and demorphed as quickly as possible. When I was fully human I turned and faced the andalite. "Where are we and what would an Andalite want with us?" I demanded. I glared at the Andalite as if daring her to order me to be shot. No andalite was going to scare me.
(I might just wait for your return or if Gorrilla posts. I don't like making up characters alot.)
EDIT: I turned to Finch. "Are you ok?" I sat next to her and secretly slid one of his concealed daggers over to her behind our backs.
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I looked up from my drawings on the floor to see that their were two new people in the cells next to mine i saw they had weapons which wasn't going to end well i'd warn them but it would risk getting whipped again and i've been whipped to many times the scars on my back show for that.
I decided to sit and watch to see what would happen next.
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I looked around and noticed a bother prisoner in the next cell over. I gave hima glare to keep him from talking.
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<You will all have to forgive us for the methods used to bring you here. We sincerely regret the lack of hospitality...> Her voice was saturated with scorn, not regret.
<...That being said, the transportation went entirely as planned, and by morning, to the outside world it will look exactly like your plane was shot down by local hostiles.>
I silently cringed; it would be too much to hope for anything resembling a rescue party.
<You came here under the belief that you were doing infiltration work for the United States government; in reality that was a ploy to get you here without suspicion. You, like other groups with similar skills before you, have been brought here for matters that exceed the international scale.>
(Okay, somebody else's turn to grab the plot-setup and take it someplace. :) My NPC is your NPC; make her say what you like.)
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I looked at the other prisoners beside me and wondered if they would fight back or even utter one word because if they didn't i would have to step up to show my courage and bravery.
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Cobra stood and addressed the Andalite. "What sort of matters?"
<You will find out later as it is you and the other prisoner-> She gestured towards the prisoner in the next cell over. <-will follow me. But you will not try anything!>
She turned and walked down the corridor she had come from. The door clicked open and I walked out the cell door on the next cell opened as well. I kept my knife concealed and hoped Finch did the same. I still didn't trust the Andalite.
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I was shocked that the alien actually wanted me to go with this new guy, i have been a prisoner so long i forgot what it feels like to walk. I hope this guy doesn't try anything stupid because it won't go well for either of us, i thought. "I wonder where we are going i asked him."
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Cobra nodded and replied, "So do I. So do I." He followed the andalite into a largeconference room with many species of aliens in it. Some that Cobra had never seen. They shared one trait: they all looked dangerous. He made sure he had his knife ready for if he needed it. <<You may want to sheath your blades.>> I complied. "What is it you want from us?" <You have been selected to be part of a special force to combat a new enemy that has appeared. The Howlers have returned in force.> The andalite let her statement sink in.
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((Beautiful progression of plot; thank you! :) ))
I failed to suppress a sharp gasp. The Howlers... we had all read the histories, and it was common knowledge how close the Howlers had come to completely destroying the original Animorphs.
"But... the Howlers were supposed to be extinct. How could they have returned? And how are we of all people supposed to be able to do anything about it? It looks like you already have a powerful force here, and and they all look more capable than just a few humans with morphing skills."
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There was a moment of silence as the rest of the creatures in the room eyeballed Finch and I. I turned to the andalite. "Yes, what do you want from us." <As much as I hate to admit it, Humans are the best at adapting to a situation and you are some of the best humans at that. We need you for strategy.>
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"Wait one second here you need me? I can't even morph yet how am i supposed to fight if i can't morph?"
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<You will be given the ability. For the time you were imprisoned we were testing you. You have proved that you are strong for a human.> She turned to me. <I, Jenmia-Firaguth-Shemali, asked you to join this group to destroy the Howlers.>
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"Assuming what you say is true, what threat do the Howlers pose Earth, at this particular moment? If they aren't nearby, in a relative sense, then this sounds like an offworld mission... I didn't sign up for that, and there are others more capable than me. If they are nearby, then we are already wasting too much time chatting here."
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<It isn't going to be offworld. The howlers are coming. They will be here in a day or two. They just confuse a planet in a neighboring system. Our intelligence says they are regrouping before coming. But there is an outpost of them in the desert and the invasion may be deterred if we wipe out the outpost.> I looked at Finch and then looked back to the Andalite "I'll do it, Jenmia-Firaguth-Shemali."
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"I'll do it too only cause the howlers are the ones who took my parents."
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<I would not expect to find you parents. The Howlers dont keep prisoners.> Jenmia turned to Finch. <What about you?>
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I glanced back at Cobra, who had caught my eye when he agreed to go. He had a very determined look about him, one that I hadn't expected to see.
That settled it for me. I looked into the main eyes of the Andalite who now leveled her gaze on me. "I'm in. I'm not sure how useful I'll be to you with just the skills I bring into this; my battle morph isn't exactly desert-ready... but I'll do what I can, even if that means nothing more than flying recon and cover."
The Andalite's eyes seemed almost to soften at the edges, like the three of us had somehow been measured and found worthy of her approval.
<Very well. I trust the three of you already have some idea how dangerous this will be; if you want out of it, I suggest you leave immediately.>
<Admiral!> One of the aliens in the next room, a species unfamiliar to me, looking rather like a tall mass of orange vines, tumbled toward the Andalite. Her stalk-eyes swiveled toward him.
<Yes, Txaneth?>
<Intelligence has reported that the Howler fleet has just entered the Oort cloud and appears to be headed for Charon. We suspect this is a refueling stop; we are aware of Skrit Na fueling stations in that vicinity.>
<Thank you, Txaneth; please keep me updated.> Her eyes turned back to the rest of us.
<Come humans, and we will brief you on how to confront Howlers in combat, should the need arise; you can brief us on any ideas you may have on the matter. We have little time.>
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I looked at Finch. "Gald you decided to come." I followed Jenmia. "I've trained against a Howler simulation before to work with sonic weapons. Does that help?"
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"all i know about howlers is that they are killers from birth but terminated before they get to old so they dont realize what they are doing.oh and one other question when do i get to learn to morph and get my morphs?"
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<Any prior training will be helpful to you; we will need to outfit you with soundproof morphing suits that will limit the danger to you while you are between morphs. Our technology still only provides a limited resistance to the howling, but it is far better to have some resistance than to go against them with nothing at all to protect your ears.>
I nodded, then I turned to the stranger from the next cell.
"I can help you learn how to morph, but I don't exactly carry an Escafil Device with me all the time."
<That will not be a problem; we have several with us in the next room. The Hork-Bajir near the door is one of my colleagues in morph; he will show you to it.> The Andalite gestured toward a tall Hork-Bajir leaning against the door frame. The Hork-Bajir nodded to the guy standing next to me, then gave an 'after you' gesture to the doorway.
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"Let's begin." I said simply. Even the training should be stressful.
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"im ready to begin tell me where to start"
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"To begin with you need to get the morphine ability. I believe the Hork-Bajir over there will help."
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"Ok thanks." I walked up to the Hork-Bajir and asked him what it is i need to do.
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((Just so you know, you could write your own dialogue with the Hork-Bajir. He's a non-player character, which means that you are just as able to make him talk as I am. The story moves more if we make long, paragraphical posts that give a lot of foundation for plot... compared to waiting for somebody else to say something back, that is.))
I could hear the Hork-Bajir lead the stranger into the next room... he mentioned having a small array of animals available for him to acquire. I turned to the Andalite.
"Cobra and I can both morph, so that's not an issue. Where do we go from here, and what is the plan?"
((Likewise, I could make my own plan for her to say... in this case, though, I'm just about to go to bed, so I'm keeping it short. G'night!))
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<You will need the special sound resistant morphing suits I mentioned before.> The Andalite began to leave the room and I followed her. We arrived almost immediately at a storage room next to the conference room. <The suits are on the racks. Separate changing rooms are over there.> The Andalite gesture towards the two doors on one of the walls.
"Thanks." I replied. I grabbed one of the suits that was about my size and went into the changing to try it on. It was made of a thick black elastic material and it had a hood that covered my head. The area around my ears on the inside were spongy but on the outside every thing was a Matt black.
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I worked my way into the surprisingly stretchy suit and did a quick half-morph first of a fly, then demorph, then of the polar bear. Each time, briefly the suit tried to conform to my physical changes, and then it blended into the body of what I morphed... except for the ear coverings. By some freakish miracle of Andalite technology, the spongy material over my ears expanded to completely fill the bear's ears, and when I went fly, it stretched down the sides of my body to the sound-sensing parts of my insect legs and up to my antennae... and it always stayed a thickness that didn't hamper movement.
<Can you hear me?> "EEK!" I jumped.
<I'll take that for affirmative. The muffling material is nanotechnology; each nanite contains a very small transponder that converts both sound into its equivalent in electrical signals to your brain, whether you are or are not in morph. It will sound to you like thought-speech, even if the message is being spoken aloud. This will allow you to receive communications from our base, and you will be able to respond with thought-speech. Please keep in mind that this nanotechnology will detect all thought-speech, including that which you intend to be private. Also keep in mind that it will detect what you say aloud, as long as no louder noise than your voice overrides the default pick-up threshold of the microphone.>
I tried to process all that.
"Uhmn... okay?"
<Basically, if a Howler is howling nearby, you will have to use thought-speech to communicate with us. If you are near a jet engine, the same rule applies. You can talk aloud and still be heard, but only if there isn't a much louder source of sound near you. The microphones are sensitive and delicate; they are programmed to switch off in the presence of more than sixty decibels sound.>
"Ah. Nifty."
<We think so, yes. By the way, I'm Norm; I'll be your contact at the base. Cobra and the other kid have separate contacts, and we all answer to the Andalite.>
"Wait, you're human?"
<What gave you that idea? I'm a reformed Yeerk from the old resistance movement; I trapped myself in human morph the first chance I got.>
"Oh. Hehe... you just sound very human... if that's not an insult."
<Not at all! I'm glad to know I blend in. It's kinda' funny to think that now I'll be the voice in somebody's head again. Well, you'd better get on out there and see what else is going on.>
I could hear the smile in the man's voice; it became clear to me just how serious the situation was... for (former) Yeerks and Andalites to be working together...
...but then, I guess both species did have a very vested interest in Earth not being wasted.
I stepped out of the changing room and waited for the others.
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I morphed a snake and the suit blended into the morph. The ear covering filled my ear cavities. I demorphed.
<Hello.> "Who's there?"
<I'm going to be your contact with the base. When you have that suit on all sound will be like thought speak to you. By the way I'm Geraph-Ferag-Shano.> "Good to know Geraph." I excited the changing room and caught up with Finch. "Nifty suits."
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After i acquired the morphing technology they told me i had been held captive for 5 years now which would make me 22 and that the others are waiting for me in the other room this morphing suit is something i wouldnt normally wear but it works.
A new Hork-Bajir came up to me and said he would be my contact from the base and that his name is Galla Hamee."Wait your related to the famous Toby Hamme?"i asked him."Yes she is my grandmother and i have the seer gene just like her, so it will be easy to communicate with me."
I walked out to meet the others "ok im ready to do this i got my morphs and my communication partner so lets do this."
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The Hork-Bajir standing near us gestured to remove the hoods of our morphing suits so we could hear him... and it belatedly occurred to me that my ears hadn't received any noise at all since I'd put on the suit, despite the place being relatively lively and full of aliens bustling about. I started to pull back my hood, but as I reached up with both hands, the Hork-Bajir suddenly (but gently, all things considered) clapped one hand over the part of my hood covering my left ear, then peeled away just enough of the right side to bare one ear-
-I winced instantly at the immediate, intense noise reaching my ear. I mumbled a weak thank-you to the Hork-Bajir. Then he spoke.
"You will want to always keep at least one ear covered while you are here; it keeps you in contact with your handler, and it minimizes the damage and disorientation of sudden noises." I nodded, showing I had understood.
"Now you will be briefed by your handler on how to confront Howlers."
<Hey; still hear me?> It was Norm.
"Yes. You know how to combat a Howler?"
<More or less. Here's the deal: first, they have a kind of x-ray vision. They can see all your major internal organs, no matter what morph you use, so their attacks just don't miss. Second, they can pivot three hundred sixty degrees at the waist, so being behind them doesn't do anything but get you hurt. Third, they are blindingly fast, so you are better off using ranged weapons when you can, and save attacking morphs for an absolute last resort. In the mean time, we are assuming that it will be a possibility that they break into headquarters, so even non-combat crew are getting briefed right now. Fourth, their howl completely incapacitates anything sentient that hears it; you know the stories of that. Finally, they have genetic memory, so they are all identically powerful in the same ways, and they have no memory of having ever lost a battle. If we can teach them to lose, and if we can get even one of them to feel real pain and then rejoin the others of his species, then we may just be able to disarm their entire fleet by making them aware of their own mortality. You get all that?>
"Yeah, thanks. What do I do now?"
<You do what we all do... you wait for something interesting to happen, and you hope it isn't the bad kind of 'interesting.'>
"Sounds like a blast." I had a hard time keeping a nervey tremor out of my voice.
<Yeah, well... I'd tell you to relax, but honestly, that wouldn't be very constructive. So... just be patient, and pay attention to everything that happens in this place. You may not even see combat, which would be wonderful for all of us, but at times like these, we can't afford to be idealists.>
"I understand. Well... you take it easy, too, I guess?"
<I guess so.>
I found an empty patch of floor near the corner of the room and sat down, leaning against the wall.
<Oh, by the way, that panel behind your head slides open; there are Shredders and Dracon beams there designed to fit human hands. Go ahead and take one; it'll fit into a loop on the waist of your suit. If you morph, the suit is designed to 'swallow' the beam weapon, so you won't lose it.>
"Oh, cool." I selected a smallish handheld Dracon and studied the numeric power settings on the barrel, the range settings on the grip.
"By the way... how do you know the panel is behind me? Is there a hidden camera in the room someplace?"
<There are cameras in most of the complex, but I'm actually looking at where you are through nano-cameras in the hood of your suit. I can see what is immediately to your left and right, since the cams are built into the ear-coverings. It works in morph, too. Since I know the base, I know where you are.>
"Nifty and creepy at the same time."
<That's Yeerk technology for you...and yes, the suits are Andalite design, but the ear protection-slash-cameras are purely Yeerk design. Andalites take it for granted that they can see in all directions... but people like me... we never take vision for granted.>
"I see."
<Hahah, yes, and so do I! Weeellll... enough punning. I'll let you take a break without my noise.> I 'heard' a hiss and whirring sound, followed by a CLICK! as Norm shut off his microphone.
I leaned back against the cool concrete of the wall and waited for something interesting to happen.
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I followed suit peeling off an ear covering. I winced as the sound blasted in, sudden and intense. <Should have warned you.> Geraph stated. "It's fine. What do you have to tell me about howlers?" <Norm is going to explain. Suddenly I heard a different voice explaining Howlers and their weaknesses and strengths mostly strengths. <Understand that all?> Geraph asked. "I think so. Does stealth work on them?" <Not usually unless they are distracted an not looking your way.> "Good to know." I saw Finch select a Dracon. "Normally I go for shredders, but if the best way to defeat these guys is to cause them great pain I'll grab a dracon." I remarked more to myself then anyone else. I grab a big handheld Dracon and slipped it through the loop in my suit wich I assumed was for weapons.
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I did as i was instructed to do by the Hork-Bajir and then i listened to Galla tell me that Norm would instruct me on how the Howlers fight and their weaknesses, most of this i knew from reading and the stories but their was stuff i didnt know which was useful.I grabbed a shredder and placed it in the loop on the side of my suit, i only planned on using it if i wasnt able to morph, im a hands on type of guy if you need a distraction thats me im the type of guy that will say go on forget about me save yourself and that stuff.
I walked over to a crew member and asked him how close the Howlers were and he said "They landed on an asteroid to refuel and rest.They could be here at anytime even in the next few hours so be prepared to fight if necessary."
"ok i will, thanks."
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After maybe twenty minutes of nothing interesting happening, I decided to get up, stretch, and look around a bit. I watched the other two humans select a large, sleek Dracon weapon and a no-nonsense Shredder. Suddenly a CLICK sounded in my head, then a soft whirring, and Norm's voice rose gently in my mind, already so familiar...
<I've heard it said among the other handlers that you can tell the type of person by what sort of weapon they choose from the rack.>
"Oh?"
<Yup. Take Cobra, for instance... he picked the biggest weapon there that can still be used with human hands. Maybe he's trying to make a statement?>
"Maybe not... could be just wanting more firepower...."
<Could be, true. And the kid picked a Shredder, and the most standardized model... also the most efficient weapon up there, and the least likely to misfire or go dead with extended use.>
"What about me?"
<You picked a Stinger.>
"A what?"
<It's the model I helped design; it's still a Dracon weapon, but it's designed specifically to incapacitate with one shot. It only has four power settings, instead of the standard nine, but it has more range settings than the others... you can sweep a field up to twenty feet wide, as long as you are on the lowest power setting.>
"What does that setting do?"
<It would knock a human stone cold and twitching; it might make a Howler stand still for a few seconds.>
"Uh... okay. What about the highest setting?"
<The highest setting only has a range of sixty feet before completely diffusing in the atmosphere, and it is only a centimeter-wide beam, but if it hits a living thing, that thing stops living. End of story.>
"Ooh."
<Yup. Incapacitate with one shot.>
"Just depends how you define 'incapacitate'."
<Naturally.> I could hear the grin in his 'voice'.
I glanced around.
"Say, might a person find some coffee around here?"
<Door to your right and up the hall is the canteen and a very small buffet. The coffee is sludge by any other name, but there should still be a cooler with orange soda in the northeast corner. Just don't let any of the Andalites catch you snatching one... they're gaga for the stuff.>
"I hear you, man. Thanks."
<Sure. Hey, why don't you take the other two members of the motley crew with you? I bet the kid is hungry; he's been here quite awhile.>
"Sounds like a plan."
I walked back over to where the guys stood examining their new weapons.
"Hey, Norm just told me there's something resembling food up the hall. Feel like coming with me? I think it would be a good idea to sit down and talk and eat before anything nasty shows up to break up the party."
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"Sure im starving i usually only get fed once a day."
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I shrugged. "Why not, I'll come." I had kept my knives and now I slipped my artificial "fangs" into another pair of loops. I turned to follow Finch. The Howler should be here soon and I wanted to be ready.
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I snuck three orange sodas out of the small red cooler in the corner of the canteen, setting them on the edge of one long table. Then I grabbed a napkin and paper plate at the small buffet and started filling it with goldfish crackers, a slightly stale blueberry bagel, and some cold pizza. I took it to the table and sat down across from where the stranger-kid was standing.
"So... what is your name, eh? And why might the Andalite have an interest in you? Oh- you can call me Finch."
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Grabbed a soda and a piece of pizza and then sat down. "That's a good question. By the way I'm Cobra. You won't get any other name from me." I said before I took a bite of pizza. "I know me and Finch were apparently selected because of our adaptability."
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"My names Shaun" i said as i grabbed some food. "The andalites have interest in me because of my parents they were warriors my mom was a spy and my dad was a squad leader so i guess they figured id be of some use to them once i was morph capable. The Howlers are the ones who took my parents so they didnt want me to get captured to and they might want my anger to get the better of me and make me destroy them but i can keep my cool.I lived on the streets for a year before the andalites got me so im pretty tough and i use logic before going into a battle but if its a surprise attack i just wing it."
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I nodded approvingly. "I don't know if we will find your parents but the chances aren't in their favor." I said apologetically. As I was midway through my second bite I heard a syren. <That's the Howlers approaching Earth. Jenmai wants you at the hangar.> "We're wanted at the hangar."
((Gorrilla, just for future reference could you try to use capitals and spaces and stuff. Don't worry I got the same talk about Grammar earlier. Good grammar makes your posts more enjoyable to read.))
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((yeah i can sorry))
"Okay i guess we don't get to finish our snack." I said jokingly. "Should we morph or stay as we are?" I asked Cobra, feeling like he was my leader.
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I'd say we save the morphing for after we get to the Howlers or the Howlers get to us. Be on your guard though." I patted my Dracon. "'We ready to go." I smiled. "Let's do this." I said jokingly.
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I grabbed the shredder off the loop on my suit and decided id try to contact Galla. "Hello Galla are you there?" No response something must be wrong. "I just tried to contact Galla, my contact and there was no reply which must mean that the base is under attack."
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I thumbed the safety on my Stinger and turned it to its second-most-powerful setting. Hopefully it would be able to clear at least a two-foot path for me if I'd need it... just long enough to gain air...
...I held out the stinger to Shaun.
"Here, would you mind holding onto this? I need to do something first."
I didn't wait for him to take it; I placed it on the table near him and started morphing the goldfinch.
There are few birds that move as maneuverably as small, forest-welling birds like the goldfinch. This would let me travel quickly indoors without the falcon's risk of running into walls, and hopefully it would keep me safely above the action. Also, I could take off pretty much straight up without effort.
I quickly finished the familiar morph, and I hopped up into the air, landing on an overhead maintenance pipe.
<Shaun, if you feel like carrying my weapon a little longer, I'd appreciate it. I've set it to clear a two-foot-wide path in front of you if you use it; anything hit by it will go down hard, but it won't be lethal to larger aliens. Think of it as our... insurance of an escape route. If you need to blow out a wall or something, you'll need to use your Shredder instead.>
I opened my thought speech to both humans and to Norm.
<Guys, I'm going to fly the halls and see if there is anything ahead. Hopefully I'll be too small to catch Howler notice.>
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As i took Finch's weapon from the table i said "Sure i can hold it for you and even my battle morph can use it too so this will work perfectly."
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<I'm glad to hear it. Well, I'm off! I'll tell you what I see.>
I hopped lightly off my perch and coasted up the hallway. I could hear electrical noises but no screams or animal sounds.
<Norm, you there?>
<-nch! St- -re y- -re.>
<Stay where we are?>
<-sss. HOODS ON!>
- time seemed to pause...
...reality shivered...
...a wall of the building suddenly
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I tumbled backward in the air as a blast of heat created too much turbulence for me to sustain lift. Something massive was forcing its way into the building.
The steel beams overhead were buckling, and it looked like they were melting, but... the air wasn't hot enough for that....
A Hork-Bajir ran by us, covering his ears. I could see blood seeping from under his hands.
Oh. This was the Howl....
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<SHAUNCOBRARUNRUNRUN!!> I pinwheeled and flew back toward them as fast as my tiny yellow wings could move me in the shifting hot air.
<MAKE A DOOR!>
We. Needed. To. Get. OUT.
Now.
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I took Finch's weapon and made a door in the nearest wall the blast knocked me off my feet. "Cobra got get out i'm going to go look for Finch then we will meet you outside." I started to morph into my gorilla just encase anything bad decided to happen the first thing to change was my size i grew and then fur grew across my body after about a minute the morph was complete. I remembered to get Finch's weapon and went to look for her, what i found was not a pretty sight people were laying on the floor screaming in pain from the howl. I saw Galla Hamee running with the other two contacts and told them how to get out and continued my search. <Finch where are you i'm in gorilla morph and helped our contacts to escape and hopefully Cobra.>
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<Up here; don't worry about me. Just getouttahere!>
I dove for the door and begged the universe not to throw anything too nasty at us when we got outside.
((Going to bed now, guys. Seeya'!))
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I ran as fast as my gorilla body would let me and hoped that no Howlers were around. I got lucky and made it back with no problem and i went out using the door i made.
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I had slipped my hood over my ears just in time to stop the Howl. It still hurt but not as bad as it would of without the coverings. I ran towards to door to the hall. "Follow me!" I reached the hall and it collapsed in front of me. I looked for a way out and spotted a air vent. I tore off the grate and began morphing rattlesnake. <Morph small! Its the only way to get out of here!> I finished morphing and slithered into the air ducts.
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Just as I neared the door, a section of the roof fell into it, blocking my escape. I flared my wings and veered sharply up into the opening Cobra had made to the air duct.
<Shaun isn't going to have enough time to demorph and get up here; I don't even know if the Andalites provided small morphs for him.>
I called down.
<Shaun! If you can move the concrete in the way, you might still be able to get out. Cobra and I are in the air vents above you. I don't know what is outside, or if anybody else escaped. Be careful!>
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<Just great. I can't help him any more. We had better go on and meet him outside. I slithered my way through the air ducts until I came to an outside grate. Then I realized I couldn't open it in morph. <How are we going to get this open?>
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I looked for a way to escape this area I knew that my morph was powerful but I couldn't fight all the Howlers by myself.<Cobra, Finch i'm trying to find a way out but people are falling left and right.> I looked for an exit and just as I turned around my leg was hit with a strong blast that knocked me to the floor. I rolled into another room and closed the door, I found some bandages and wrapped up my leg. I looked for an exit and decided I'd make one so I took the desk and threw it at the wall and it cracked I needed more power so I found a dracon weapon on the floor and blasted a hole in the wall. I ran to the spot where Cobra and Finch said they were I then ripped the vent off the wall and started to demorph. "Sorry it took so long guys I couldn't find a way out."
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<Don't worry about it right now; let's just get far enough away from the base to get our bearings. At this point, I've had no contact from Norm. I'm going to assume either he's dead, or the comm center has been destroyed. In the mean time, I'm going to go up and take a look around. If you have the energy after two morphs, Shaun, you might want to become something with wings.... Just a suggestion.>
I darted out into the open air outside the berm into which the base had been constructed. A blast of hot, dry air shook me again, but I managed to keep enough air speed to stay aloft. The little bird was plenty maneuverable, but he wasn't built for hot air or to gain much altitude; it was all I could do to climb and stay up without the air turbulence forcing me to stall out.
After a minute or two of ascension, I managed to get a better look at the base and the jagged terrain around us. A sinister-looking dark greenish-grey ship was hovering maybe a quarter mile away from the base, and two Howlers stood under it. There had to be at least two more... one to operate the weapons that had wrecked the base from the ship, and the one who was inside the base and howling.
This wasn't good.
If we were going to survive to see the next sunrise, we had two options now:
1. run away and hope backup arrives on base so we don't have to do the mission. Unlikely, but possible.
2. Team up; take down the Howlers one at a time. There was no way imaginable for just the three of us to defeat them if they managed to regroup.
This was bad. I called down to the 'team', as I was just starting to think of them.
<Guys, there are at least four Howlers out here. Two are visible right now, and I'm sure one is still in the base. We need to get some cover before we try to do anything else, I think. I can see a cave from here; it won't be easy for them to sight from their ship. I'm going that way now.>
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I slithered out and demorphed. I remorphed peregrine falcon and took off after Finch. <I think we can take them. One at a time though and we can't rely on help.>
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I morphed to red-tailed hawk and flew up to meet them <so what's the plan?>
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((Hey, guys, I luff you bunchez and all... but if I am going to be the only plot-driving, paragraph-writing force in this entire game, things are going to get old and slow very fast. It isn't going to hurt my feelings if somebody else takes the plot-reins every once in awhile. I welcome it. Thanks!))
<Well, first let's think about what kind of firepower we have. I can morph polar bear, but aside from that and beam-type weapons, all I have going for me is the ability to either hide or make a lot of noise. I don't think that's going to help us much, unless we manage to trick one of them into chasing me, or something. Oh!>
A delicious thought had occurred to me.
Howlers are built to fight...
...not to climb slippery surfaces...
...and we had access to a lot of sand...
...and a lot of laser-accurate sources of heat.
<Do either of you have experience building pitfall traps...?>
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<Some. I think I get where you're going with this. We use lasers to make a glass pitfall and then lure the Howlers into it.> I thought about how to best go about this. It was going to be hard to hide it from them. <We're going to need bait. I'll volunteer for that. I believe I have the fastest bird morph.> I began to demorph. When I was finished I drew my dracon. "We can place the trap right there in between us and the base. Let's go." I started out towards the point I had mentioned.
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<Okay, here's what I'm thinking: remember that big hunk of concrete that blocked the door? I bet a bear and a gorilla working together could move it quite a distance quickly... so we Dracon the sand around the mouth of the cave I saw; it's a naturally very steep funnel-shape leading into a kind of ravine where the cave itself is... we move the slab of concrete next to the cave... think "trap-door spider," maybe?>
I did a visual comparison in my head... yeah, that concrete might be just big enough to cover the opening of the cave from above. It wouldn't keep the Howlers in permanently, but by the time they got out, there would be no way back up the sand funnel, and we would have time to carve it even steeper if we wanted.
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"Sorry I can't help. My biggest morph is either the anaconda or Komodo dragon." Cobra is really at a loss at what to do. "If we survive this I'm taking a trip to the zoo to get some muscle morphs."
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<Don't worry about it right now. Let's go ahead and get the trap cut, first. Shaun, are you in?>
((G'night!))
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Cobra drew his Dracon and turned it up to full. "Where are we cutting again?"
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"Yeah i'm in."
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<We glaze the sand between here and the mouth of the cave.>
((Guys, please... paragraphs? Pretty please? It's finals week; I really don't have the spare neurogliae for plot right now.))
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((Sorry. I'm in finals too when I get home I'll post more.))
Post Merged: December 14, 2010, 03:43:03 PM
"Glaze? Ok." I switched my dracon up to the highest setting and began firing at the ground with rapid shots. I walked towards the cave while continuing to fire at the ground the job went quickly and soon it was done. The ground was coated in a thick layer of glass."You guys will need to get the slab I can't help with that."
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I began my morph to gorilla as the changes began Cobra finished up his job and i started off towards the slab that me and Finch will be moving in the distance I saw Hork-Bajir and humans running from the building.
<I hope that Galla made it out ok, i said to myself.>
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"I'll go check on the Howlers." I made my way over to the building and began morphing King Cobra. When it was done I slithered around the side of the building. I coiled up inside abush. I watched the Howler keep watch over the ship. <I'll tell you if the Howlers begin coming around the building.>
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<Sounds good.> I had just finished my bear morph; I was beginning already to hate the thick fur in this heat, but if everything went according to plan, I wouldn't need to stay in morph for long, anyway.
I lumbered over to Shaun's side and reared onto my hind legs... then WHUMP!!! I threw my whole weight forward against the slab that earlier had blocked our escape. It jarred free with a heavy CRASHHHHhhhh... I hefted one end of it up off the ground and waited for Shaun to take the other half of its weight.
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I used all the power my arms would allow me and lifted my side of the slab and we started walking it over to our destination. The slab was starting to get heavy by the time we were finished but our trap was set.
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The howlers heard the noise and began to walk around the base to investigate. <Guys they're coming!> when they had walked around the side of the building I demorphed and remorphed my battle morph. The Komodo Dragon! I began walking around the base.
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I demorphed behind some rubble and scrambled for a weapon; I found a large Shredder lying nearby, and I picked it up.
Weird, I thought Cobra had planned to go falcon to lure them? The Komodo was terribly slow... and now I no longer had thought-speech to my advantage.
Shaun was still in earshot.
"Shaun, can you ask him why he isn't a bird by now? I thought the plan was to use him for bait?!"
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<Cobra why are you not in a bird morph? We thought you were a distraction?>
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<They left before I did. I will be back in a moment.> I had forgotten about that part of the plan. I backed around the building to remorph Flacon when I was done I flew infront of the Howlers. <Here they come!>
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"Finch get ready here they come, Cobra is leading them this way!" I morphed half way to Gorilla just in case this didn't work i'd have less time to finish my morph than everybody else. i held my shredder in my hand to use encase i didnt want to get to close.
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((G'man, you're already IN gorilla morph. Umn... guys, do we want to maybe put this RPG on indefinite hold while we work on Resurrection? It seems like it is going to be tough to keep up with both, for all three of us, and Resurrection is definitely a bigger 'responsibility', with more people involved. Whadda' you all think?))
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((Unfortunately, no matter how much I may not like it, you are right. As of now MCCF is on hold.
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hey is this still dead or should we revive it?
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Up to you guys. We're game for it, but it'll take massive amounts of playing catchup to remember any of what was happening. :-/
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haha i know but i was starting to like this one when we had to drop it because of the other RP
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((I'm going to be gone friday and saturday. (football roadtrip!) maybe we could start after that. I just read throught the thread and I will attempt to be a better RPer.))