*nods to Myitt as he begins to demorph. He watches as two hork-bajir crumple to the ground under Myitt's dracon. His body melts and morphs his hind-quarters extending, his tail building greater muscle and assuming its regular whip-like form. His stalk eyes emerge again from the top of his head, a great blessing, and he finally regains his regular andalite form, his wounds from Seran closing, but not healing completely, remaining a bit tender.*
<Thanks for the cover Myitt.> *Ossanlin opens up with his own shredder, another hork-bajir falling to the floor. He catches a strange scene with a stalk-eye as a child enters the GESB, calmly walking through the mess of hork-bajir. Suddenly the child's eyes flash and a horrendous scream echoes in Ossanlin's head. A wash of silver fur ripples across Ossanlin's body, his hooves and blade becoming irridescent silver. A swirl of space-time envelopes him, and it suddenly seems as though he's seeing the bar through a fog. He watches as controllers, imperials and friendlies alike fall in crumpled heaps, Myitt among them. <Myitt!! NO!!!>
*he closes his sky-blue eyes, reaching out with the silver-blade senses with which he is so unfamiliar. His mind travels back to that day in this very bar when Steph had held the cube out for him...and when he'd been interrupted...but no time to reminisce...it was strange that in this place where he could call up timestreams, memories seemed to have a different sort of significance, as if he was experiencing everything in his life simultaneously. He detects sinister forces around Shal, Breek, and the child...dark ties to a being with which he did not wish to tangle. That explained a few things... He hastens to exit the time-stream, he had already stayed outside of regular space-time for far too long, it was consuming his energy quickly. He passes his hands in front of him and concentrates, merging his being with normal space and time again. As he passes into normal reality, he takes a knee, weakened incredibly from using his latent silver-blade powers. His fur remains silver, not yet reverting to his normal self, and he maintains a barrier of null-time around himself through which sound waves are unable to pass. He limps to Myitt's unconscious body and extends the barrier of null-time to include her as well. He glances at Seran, whom has suffered the same fate that has befallen so many of the others. With so little energy left, he didn't know if he dared do it, but he might be able to get Myitt away from Seran, long enough for...well...someth ing.*
<I hope this works, Myitt.> *he places a hand on Myitt's arm and attempts to pull them both back into the timestream, but lacks the strength to do so. He tries again, this time only attempting to modify spacial relation, and attempts to transport them both to Myitt's vessel.*
Seran:
*Begins to recover from the dracon stun, but is still heavily handicapped, hardly able to breathe or speak. He watches through filmy eyes as Ossanlin reverts to his regular form. Two hapless hork-bajir controllers dropped to the traitor's dracon, and then one to the andalite's shredder. He pulls himself to the bar and leans against it, trying to regain his strength. As he begins to reach for the second dracon strapped next to his tail, a horrifying sound pours through the bar and everything goes black.*
