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[Midnight_Huntress]

Her tattos were glowing again. She sighed but became alert when she heard the bike and the other coming closer. She looked around. She seen something aways off and tried to peer past the branches. Silver wasn't sure what they were doing. Soon one stopped. She went towards the edge of the branch to try and get a better look.

[Myitt]

"How can I be sure it's really you?" Myitt asks, eyes narrowing.  "I mean, it's awfully convenient for you to have simply found someone willing to not only become a voluntary host, but..." She waves a hand idly at the dark room.  "To take on such an illustrious career!  Tell me, did he beg to join us?  Because I'm sure I would."  She gazes off, feigning pensiveness.  "In fact, I think I did."

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<<Hello,>> Mike says warily.  <<You can probably see that this wasn't exactly my idea.  But...I suppose you have a right to know what happened to all of your things. Your one mode of communication with Visser Three, though I suppose that might not be completely awful.  God, if Efaen really did destroy your ship, does she ever stop being a total pain in your arse?>>

[Chad32]

<Beg? You kidding? I'm still not 110% sure I'm on board.> Derrel thought. He couldn't actually say it because Illim had control of his mouth. <Maybe we should have waited.>

[KitsuneMarie]

Illim opens his mouth to respond, but then Derrel's thoughts cut in. "Oh yeah," he mutters to Myitt. "Thanks. Give him some doubts. Something to worry about."

He sighs and folds his arms across his chest. "He didn't exactly beg, no but he agreed to be my new host. Serid's right here," he says, snagging the holoscreen and swinging the device around to show the stiff Andalite nothlit who stares impassively back at Myitt, then rotates it back to his face. "If you've got any more people here, maybe one can temporarily infest Serid to verify what's happened."

"Extremely temporarily," comes Serid's flat, hard response.

[radgeek]

"My goal," Taylis said as if wandering if why Temrash asked, "would be to fight Imperial Yeerks.  Is there samething different about this lightning that you want to investigate it?"

[Terenia]

<<No, nothing specific,>> Efaens says, one stalk eye watching as Ossanlin goes to speak with Mar. <<For now I will watch.>>


<You don't understand,> Terenia says testily, making for the hatch. <It isn't just my one way to contact Visser Three, it's one of the ways he keeps tabs on us. He'll be alerted immediately if one of his ships is destroyed. Normally he would assume that the crew died too, but he has a tracker on Efaen. He'll know she's alive. He'll think we're trying to make a run for it.>

[Chad32]

"Lightning normally accompanies clouds and rain, but this doesn't. I think there may be a battle going on, especially after that explosion. I'm just saying it might be a good idea to make sure one of my allies isn't caught up in anything. It's pretty close, at the least." Temrash said. "I suppose I could get you a Human host, and you can work alongside Amy on Earth. It's becoming an important point, and I'd like to make it harder for Visser Three to win."

[Shenmue654]

((Post for Keshin later. ))

Mar looks up, listening to Ossanlin's comments regarding the device. "Yes, that's possible," mutters Mar. "But according to Salem, all that he did was scan my person and the device generated all of this. I don't trust him at all, but I intend to use him if I can. It hasn't been easy to convince the idiot, though." Mar groans. "This will take a lot more work on my part, apparently."

The device whirrs and generates an image of a young man with short white hair and almond-shaped eyes. He's wearing a rather complex white tunic and boots and is standing in front of some kind of elaborate crystalline structure. Mar rolls his eyes at this image. It was only a matter of time before the horrid thing dredged up Hibea. He then hears Ossanlin's request and raises an eyebrow.

"You're having some kind of...metaphysical problem, young War-Prince? I thought your relationship with the old fool that frequents your universe was pretty solid."

[Myitt]

"Look," Myitt drolls, "if you want to join us now that your problematic, sniveling former host doesn't have to come along with you, it's going to take more than just switching bodies." 

Her smirk widens into a grin.  "Oh, hello, Serid," she adds dramatically.  "Illim, go and talk to Corliss, if you can find him.  Skinny British guy, black hair, fair skinned.  Explain the situation to him.  He's my brother, he'll help you out."  She yawns.  "I'm going back to sleep."

The image cuts out suddenly, and Myitt swipes the computer off of the little table in the cramped sleeping quarters on her Bug fighter.  She rolls over under the thin and scratchy blankets, grumbling.

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Mike feels an internal spike of fear when Terenia explains all that the destruction of her ship could entail. 

<<You don't think he'd waste the time to send troops here, do you?>> he asks, panicked. 

[radgeek]

"Let me be clear," Taylis said.  "I don't want to work with Amy at all.  You've been a big help to me so you allis are my allis.  If any of your friends are in trouble a will be glad to help."

[KitsuneMarie]

Illim blinks at the brevity of the call and then gives a belated nod. "Yeah, alright," he mutters to the dark screen. He turns to Serid. "Wanna find this Corliss guy?"

Serid sighs. "I suppose that it would be honorable thing to do... helping you, after you freed me." His tone hardens as he stands. "Do not permit the Yeerk to inhabit my body any longer than is strictly necessary, Illim."

"I won't," Illim agrees, standing as well and walking to the ship's hatch.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin raises his hands in a gesture of ignorance.  <While it is true that the Ellimist has...touched me, and I am thereby driven to accomplish his goals...this seems somewhat unrelated.  All of my other...abilities.. .stem from my ability to ascend for short periods of time.  And while I seem to also have some small measure of leftover ability whilst in this form, I can generally feel the Ellimist's hand when I use them.>

Ossanlin closes his eyes for a moment and concentrates on the device, trying to nudge or move it just a bit.  He wouldn't try to lift anything again...at least not yet.  He gestures at the device and it wobbles a bit, sliding a few centimeters across the table before halting again.  He releases the breath he'd been holding, breathing hard...not quite to the point of gasping, and lowers his arm to his side again.

<It seems to me...>  Ossanlin pauses for a second, focusing on breathing before continuing.  <...that my ascended form has led me to a greater understanding of the fabric of reality.  I do not feel the Ellimist when I do that, I do not believe I am drawing upon his power in this instance.  However just that small effort has tired me as if I have been tail-fighting for thirty minutes solid.  I do not know what it is or how I am doing it, save that it is not stemming from the Ellimist.  Have you any ideas?>  Ossanlin takes a few more deep breaths, regarding Salem's device.

[Terenia]

"I don't know," Trey admits, biting his lip. "If I could get a few of them hosts, I wouldn't even have to persuade them. The Yeerks on the Homeworld know what's going on in the rest of the galaxy, I'm sure. They're just stuck thanks to the Andalite armada in orbit." He shifts slightly in his chair, unsure how to put his vague ideas into words that resemble a plan.


<No. Maybe. I don't know,> Terenia says, descending the ramp and closing the hatch behind her. She does not hesitate, walking steadfast towards the area that held her ship. <If he has the ships, and troops, to spare he may. The last time he sent people after me they ended up dead. He will not have forgotten that. If he does send anyone, it'll probably be a stronger force. Or maybe he doesn't care at all. I just don't know.>

Her feet crunch over the gravel as she walks. The sound is louder and more clumbsy than her old Andalite form, but she adapts quickly to Mike's gait, forcing herself not to break into a run. Her own nervousness has Mike's heart pounding rapidly.

<Boys sure sweat more than girls,> she comments as she walks, a lame attempt at cheering both Mike and herself up.


<<I will alert you if I require assistance,>> Efaen says, giving Claxter a courteous nod. <<In the meantime, I suggest that you go about your normal affairs.>>

[Shenmue654]

Upon reaching her ship, Keshin breathes a long sigh of relief. Apparently it was someone else's vehicle that exploded. Keshin can see the smoke and fire very clearly. She has to wonder what on Earth caused the explosion, however. This Bar was seeming less and less like an ideal resting point. Despite these qualities, the odd mingling of universes that existed here made Keshin curious. It defied everything Yeerks knew about how reality worked.

Keshin wandered back towards the Bar, intending to pick up her next drink. It was worth checking this place out for just a little longer.
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Mar watches Ossanlin's demonstration carefully, attempting to trace the mana flow as he does so. Mar blinks, a frown crossing his face. "At my best guess, you're right. The trail is stemming from your own aura rather than the energy of another Highest. In fact you seem..." Mar peers around Ossanlin's body, noting the size of the field in general. "...bigger than you should be. Our tampering in higher planes may have caused a more permanent change."

Mar then closes his eyes, lifting the device with his own abilities. It isn't as easy or as effortless as it should be, and Mar eventually puts the object down. He winces and takes in a gulp of air. He then attempts to send an image to Ossanlin: the image should show a vast darkness around Mar. A tendril then extends from this and lifts the device in the air. Telepathy has been one of the easier things he's done, particularly toward an already "telepathic" species. "You see...even with magic you need friction in order to lift an object. Telekinesis isn't so much a miracle as it is the appearance of one. The best explanation I have is that you are extending your field, but have not perfected the motion yet. Or you have gained control of the space around you in some way."

[KitsuneMarie]

The Madra's hatch slides open smoothly, making a faint hiss as it stops. Illim takes one more step, and the ramp glides down to the ground. His footsteps clang hollowly on the metal.

His first thought is to search the Bar, despite the people he'd rather avoid there. Perhaps someone there will know where to find this Corliss, though.

Illim leads Serid away from his tiny ship, around the other spacecraft in the yard, towards the ramshackle building.


Elayne's eyes narrow, but not coldly. She seems to be more confused than anything. "What would you do if you had hosted Yeerks? Would you try to take down the Andalites? Slip away to a remote colony where you could live as you wish? What is it you want, ultimately? What single end will satisfy you?"