No problem at all, you're not a pest. I know I need to come back to this, and I most definitely will. At the moment, I'm attempting to finish my own original story within the next 10 days (to finish the whole book within a year of first posting it) If interested, you can read it here:
http://animorphsforum.com/forum/index.php?topic=3598.0It's not Animorphs, but I like to think it's still worth reading.
Post Merged: August 21, 2010, 03:21:35 AM
Chapter Seven
<He left?> Rachel was tipping over from fuming to boiling. <That little piece of **** punk!>
<Yes.> I responded dryly. <By all means, let's take all the time that's necessary to adjust to the shock of this turn of events.> Without pausing, I went on. <Well, that's done. What do we do about the ummm... insane megalomaniacal alien that wants to kill us?> A moment of thought after that, I winced. <You know, when I have to narrow it down further than that, life just sucks.>
<On the plus side,> Rachel finally dragged her attention away from the spot where David had been. <You're getting better at the whole joking through life threatening situations thing.>
<Yay me?> Unfortunately, the pounding footsteps that rocked the ground we were standing on as human-controllers swept the grass with flashlights reminded me that the bad guys don't like to wait for you to finish your personal discussions before trying to capture, maim, and even kill you. It was rude, but what was I going to do? There are certain things the Better Business Bureau just isn't qualified to regulate. Swallowing, I stepped closer to my friend. <Uhhh, Rachel, I'd love to continue this bantering thing, but can we please please please get out of here before they find us? Please with a cherry on top?>
<Right.> Rachel frowned. <Um. I'm not... exactly sure how we're going to do that.>
She went silent, looking at the grass around us while I watched the sweeping beams of light coming closer with each pass. Reflexively, I pressed myself backwards against the thick wall of the blade of grass behind me as though that might help. Yeah, that was likely. I wanted to see that headline. Dracon beams stopped by grass! Yeerk technology defenseless against Kentucky Blue. Whole Andalite fleet mocked ridiculously for eating their entire defensive structure! Through their hooves somehow! Further investigation on that pending! My newspaper would have a lot of exclamation marks.
<Rachel!> I tried not to sound panicked. <We have to go now! I want my exclamation marks!>
<Okay, we just-> Rachel turned to me. I'm not sure how you make jello marble eyes squint, but she managed it. <What?>
Realizing what I had said, I just shook my head. <Never mind. How do we get out of here?> I pressed further back into the shadows as the beam of light from one of the nearest controller's swept a little too close to my toes. We couldn't go any further back with the bricks blocking the way, and any second now the methodically searching Controllers were going to find us. They were kneeling in the grass, carefully passing their lights over every millimeter of ground, leaving nothing unturned. If we morphed, the Helmacrons would pinpoint the energy immediately.
<Yes, little Andalites.> The Visser's voice was as cheerful as I had ever heard it. <You're starting to realize that your tricks won't be of any help now. How does it feel, to be, as these humans say, trapped like mice?> One of the nearer human-controllers murmered something to him, and I heard the sound of something whipping through the air, followed by a crash that shook the ground as something heavy fell. Visser 3 asked almost casually. <Would anyone else like to correct my Earth terms?> No one did. I know I for one was ready to let him rewrite the entire dictionary of modern phrases if it tickled his fancy.
<Rachel.> I practically whimpered. I'm not too proud to admit that I was scared. It's hard to be brave when a dozen heavily armed people who want to kill you actually aren't the most threatening things within ten feet.
I felt Rachel's hand, or at least the helmacron hand, on my back. <It's okay. When I tell you to, run into the light.>
That made me turn and look at my obviously deranged friend like the mentally ill nutjob she was. <Into the light? Rachel, I have every intention of staying as far away from the light as possible. And I mean that in every conceivable term.>
She stared right back at me. <Trust me, Melissa. There's not time to explain. We run into the light on the count of three.>
I shook the upside down pyramid head as fast as I could. <That's not->
Rachel tensed and bent slightly on all four Helmacron legs, preparing herself. <One.> The light from the nearest Controller began to sweep back along the path ahead of us.
<But we don't even have-> I continued to protest, waving the spindly arms.
<Two.> Rachel put her hands on my back, squeezing firmly.
<I don't wanna->
<Three!> Giving me a solid push to start me running, I felt Rachel coming up fast right beside me.
<-die!> Despite my panicked protests, I didn't fight the push and started running. I didn't know why we were doing this, but at least I trusted her. She may have been crazy and prone to taking risks, but she wasn't stupid. There's suicide crazy and there's warrior crazy. Maybe moreso than any of the others except Ax, Rachel is a warrior. If she was running into the light, it was because she had a plan. It was probably at least half delusional and required what I like to call Rachel-logic to understand, but it was more than I had.
Together, both of us sprinted between the huge blades of grass and into the light. Almost immediately, the controller moving the flashlight shouted in excitement. Rachel grabbed my arm and jerked me to a stop, even as several more lights converged directly on us. I saw the enormous hand of the Controller nearest us start to reach out. I saw the Visser's tail pull back. Resisting the urge to whimper as we both stood flatfooted in plain sight, I prayed that Rachel hadn't been replaced by some kind of body snatcher, which would be really redundant at this point anyway, and that she really did have a plan.
As it turned out, what Rachel had wasn't so much a plan as it was a boyfriend. Even as those giant human fingers reached for us, a piercing hawk shriek filled the air as a small brown feathered missile shot out of the sky. I heard the Visser's enraged scream of warning and then a hard talon closed around both me and Rachel, hauling us off the grass. Tobias skimmed the grass, flapping as hard as he could while shouting in triumph. <Evening, ladies. I know you both love the spotlight, but let's see if we can't find you a less hostile audience.>
A few shots were fired after us, but as it turns out, it's kind of difficult to hit a moving target the size of a hawk at night. I heard Visser 3 scream again, and shuddered inwardly. I actually felt sorry for the men who had failed to contain us. Then I turned my bulbous eyes toward Rachel while the two of us were held tightly within a single set of talons. We hadn't been so much picked up by the talons as swept away by them like a couple of bugs hitting a windshield. Thankfully without the splatter part. <Would it have been that hard to say 'Tobias is going to pick us up and needs to be able to see us?'>
Rachel had already started to demorph back to her human form. She started to say something but was cut off as the change progressed far enough to take away thought speak, but not far enough to have regular speech. A minute later, she finally answered. "I was trying to focus on timing it right. Besides, we made it didn't we? And what did we lose?"
I made my own transition back to human before answering. "Well, nothing, but only because without any instincts, I couldn't figure out how the Helmacron bodies pee themselves. But metaphorically I wizzed all the way down my leg!"
"Then metaphorically, I'm sorry." Rachel grinned at me. "But wasn't that an amazing rescue?"
"Yes, yes, your boyfriend is wonderful." I muttered before poking her. "And you're not sorry. Don't you forget, I'm still bigger than you right now."
Immediately, Rachel made a face. "How could I forget? How do you deal with being the short one all the time?" She shifted around a bit against the hard talon, both steadying herself and trying to get more comfortable. The ride wasn't exactly smooth.
It was my turn to shrug back at her. "Out of every problem in my life right now, my genetic predisposition toward having to look up people's noses when I talk to them is pretty low on the priority list. If life ever settles down enough that I can worry about that, I'll probably do a little dance." Then I winced. "No, nothing little anymore. Big dance. Giant dance. Dance on stilts. With huge strobe lights."
Tobias's voice interrupted before I could ramble on. <Hold on, ladies, we're heading down to join up with the others.> Then he began a swift, spiraling descent that brought us to a dumpster in an alley. I could see Marco and Jake waiting there, along with Ax in his human morph. Marco closed the lid of the dumpster, giving Tobias a place to land.
As soon as we were down, I scrambled off the talon and shuddered. "I never want to be that close to Visser 3 again." Realizing belatedly that no one except Rachel could hear me, I started to morph into the dog shape to get my thought speak back. A minute later, I repeated myself, then added. <And for the record, whichever Andalite invented this whole 'morphing thought-speak works in every form except human' thing needs to be poked in the eyes.>
Ax jerked his head toward me, and nearly fell over. He's still not used to the whole balance issues that are inherent with the loss of two limbs and a tail. "Eyes? Aye aye aye zuh? Po Po Kuh Poke in the eye-zuh?" He's not used to making mouth sounds either. It makes conversations with him take about three times as long as they should. "Thatuh would hurrrrrr hurt, it would hurt." He worked his mouth a little half silently, experimenting with the faces he could make using the 'hur' sound.
"No one's poking anyone in the eyes, Ax." Jake may have been against the gouging part, but he was certainly rolling his own. "What happened out there?" The latter part was directed at Rachel and me, and his shoulders slumped a little as we explained what had happened on top of the ship and afterward. "Great. David's missing, we don't have either of the ships so we can't fix Rachel or Melissa, and any time now the Howlers are going to show up and start obliterating the human race. Did I miss anything?"
Rachel, who had resumed her bear form, at least partially to spite me for being taller than her as a human right now, shook her furry head. <I think you summed it up, Leaderman.> Then she waved a paw. <Oh, I want to say, Marco has disgusting nose hair.>
Marco started to retort, then his eyes squinted as he lowered his head closer. "You're a bear, you can't see that far."
<Well no.> Rachel admitted. <But then, I didn't say it was a new observation.>
Without looking, Jake reached over and covered Marco's mouth to muffle his comeback. "Girls, just tell us everything you know about the Helmacrons now, everything you saw. Maybe there's something that might tell us how to stop them."
Once more, we explained how the Helmacrons acted. I did most of the explaining on that front, since I'd had the most experience with them. In essence, Rachel covered the general stupidity and I gave them specific examples. We made a good team that way.
When we were done, Marco raised his hand. "Wait, I'm confused. Their so-called Empire is a bunch of ego maniacal females on a power trip that refuse to listen to logic and like to step on the males around them?" He looked to Rachel. "Why didn't they welcome you as their God?"
<Jake.> Rachel said dangerously as she lifted herself onto her hind legs with as much of a glare as her lazy bear eyes could muster.
"Got it." Jake responded, smacking Marco upside the back of the head.
"Oww." Marco rubbed his head, and then shrugged. "Worth it." Sobering, he folded his arms, looming over us like a giant. "So how do we take down these napoleonic ants? Actually, I've been an ant, that's a redundant statement."
Tobias answered, sounding thoughtful. <We need to lure them somewhere, then take them by surprise. Before they can use their shrink thingamajigger on any of us.> He ammended. <Any more of us. We need to convince them to fix Rachel and Melissa. And then make them leave the planet.>
"Is that all?" Marco asked. "I thought you were going to ask us to do something hard, like convince-"
<Marco.> Rachel interrupted. <If my name is anywhere in this next sentence, you will never sleep with both eyes closed again.> Wisely, Marco shut up, lowering his hand.
Ax spoke up then. "It may be posseee... poo see ablah... possiblah... possible to capture one of the Helmacron... cron... croh nun... ships from within. If they do not recognize Rachel and Melissa... lissa... sssaaaa leeesseee yah. Your name is very fun to pronounce... nounce, nouncing nouncey nounce."
<Thanks.> I said, unable to help a slight giggle despite the situation. <I'm glad my name makes your mouth happy.> I paused. <There's something wrong with that sentence, but I'm choosing to ignore it and I hope everyone else shows the same level of maturity. In other words->
"Got it." Jake responded, immediately covering Marco's mouth before moving on. "Ax, you think that Rachel and Melissa can take over the ship if we get them on it?"
Ax raised both of his shoulders in a shrug that he had picked up from the rest of us. "Yes, Prince Jake. The Helmacrons do not appear to be as militarily adept... ept... depty... doop... adoopety... as even an Andalite Aristh-run training vessel. They should have no serious trouble."
"Yep." Marco managed to say by pulling Jake's hand away. "I don't know about you guys, but that's exactly the word I think of when the Andalite military comes to mind. Adoopety." Then he added after a moment's thought. "Also, slow. Slow's another one."
"Focusing." Jake half ordered and half pleaded. "How do we lure the Helmacron ships somewhere? We could go get Erek or Belle to lead us to them again, but they're just as likely to be with the Yeerks, and we need to get them alone, on our own turf. Where we can step in if anything goes wrong with Rachel and Melissa."
We were all silent for a moment, and then a new voice spoke up. "Well, I could always lead them wherever you want them to go." A normal sized David stood by the side of the dumpster, smirking slightly.
It took us a minute to recover from that surprise. Jake was the first one to manage it, stepping forward with a frown. "David, you're full sized again? How did you..." He trailed off, thinking about it.
"Please, 'Prince' Jake." David said, obviously enjoying this. "Use that tactical brain of yours. Physical me is still about yay tall." He spread his thumb and index finger apart slightly. "But my hologram can be as big as I want it to be."
Jake nodded once to that, stiffly. "Why are you here, David? It's not to help."
"Oh but it is." David spread his arms in a mockingly open and peaceful gesture. "I've come to offer my services. The Helmacrons can track the energy I give off, so I can lure them wherever you want them to go."
Not fooled for a moment, Jake inclined his chin. "And what's in it for you?"
"You never miss a trick, do you, 'Prince' Jake?" David smiled and then grew serious. "You're right, there is something for me. You see, the Chee are always connected through their Chee-Net. So they always know exactly where I am, no matter what I do. They'll know. So here's the deal. I'll help you get Rachel and Melissa back to normal, and get rid of the Helmacrons before the Howlers can show up and destroy the planet. I'll help you save humanity and your friends, and in exchange, you get the Chee to delete the Network from me, so they can never find me. Your choice, Jakey. You can save everyone, but you have to let me go."