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[Chad32]

"Thank you. Though you shouldn't be overworking yourself." Temrash said. He got Silver on the table, and made preparations to stitch her up. After that he worked on closing the wound for good.

[Terenia]

"Corliss is fine," Terenia says, rolling her eyes. "Thanks for the concern. He's in the pool on his ship and he'll get his host back soon enough, although it appears that someone else is in line for a position." Terenia shoots Serid a suspicious glance. "Look, I need to take care of the whole Efaen-blowing-up-my-ship thing, so can we get this over with?"


"You," she points at Illim, whose name she still cannot recall. "seem to know what's going on. You can talk to Corliss. He has a pool communicator on board, so you know, he won't need Mike back for that much, at least. It's probably a good idea to explain to him what's going on before you go dunking your friends head in the pool, though. Come on, all aboard. I promise I won't hurt you. Besides," she gives Ossanlin a nasty look. "my Andalite friend here wouldn't allow it."

She takes the lead, ascending the ramp to the Skimmer. She keeps her hand loose at her side, should she need to use her Dracon, though she doubts she will have the opportunity. Andalite tails are quick.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin glances at Mar for a moment, taking a deep breath and following Terenia up the ramp into the Skimmer.  <I...believe I may have found a way for you to regain your...original...f orm.>  Ossanlin enters the Skimmer, watching Mike carefully.  He notes the hand hovering near the Dracon.  <Look, I'd rather not have to exercise battle prowess.>

Ossanlin looks back at Mar.  <I've made a...deal...of sorts with this being known as Mar.  I do not know if you know or remember him and to be honest it really doesn't matter.  He has agreed to help me ascend for a time...I think that with the expanded knowledge and abilities of that form, I can guide your groupings of deoxyribonucleotide s back into their original positions.  This would be exceedingly difficult with directly changing one species to another...but there are a number of positives we have going for us.  With Efaen we have a perfect replica of your original genome, and since you are nothlitized, your own original genome template is still within your own form somewhere.  If I can merely use Efaen's copy of your genome and reunite it with the template that still resides within your biological memory, that template should, in essence, suppress the Yeerkish deoxyribonucleotide patterns and...start the demorphing process.  I do not believe you will retain the morphing ability, but you will no longer be a nothlit...in essence you would be no different from any other human who had never been exposed to the morphing technology...aside from the fact that you would still retain DNA templates for your morphs.  You simply would not be able to access them.>

Ossanlin takes a deep breath.  <It would require the cooperation of Efaen, which I believe I can coopt...and it requires your approval.>

[Chad32]

<Are you following any of this?> Derrel asked Illim. Ossanlin was using a lot of words he didn't understand.

[KitsuneMarie]

<I'm following enough, and the gist of it is pretty remarkable. But it doesn't have anything to do with--> Illim starts to respond to Derrel, but Serid cuts in before he can finish.

"What are you saying?" Serid demands, striding quickly up the ramp behind the Andalite, seeming to forget the coaching he had been giving himself a moment before, as well as the Dracon in his hand. "Are you suggesting that you can reverse nothlitism? That is impossible!"

Illim curses, hurrying after Serid to try to pull him back. "This isn't our purpose here," he hisses in his ear as he perches precariously on the edge of the ramp. "I need you to speak with Corliss now, remember?"

"Wait," Serid snarls at his former Yeerk, snatching his arm away from him and returning his attention to the Andalite before him. He seems unaware of the incredulous scowl on his face, an expression it rarely held when Illim controlled it.

[Terenia]

Terenia freezes, halfway to the communicator that will allow Corliss to 'hear' their conversation. As she absorbs Ossanlin's words her fingers clench into fists. She battles back a small flare of hope, feeling Mike's chest tighten as she tries to find words to express the inexpressable.

"You're lying," she finally manages to croak out, the anger in her voice replaced with something indistinguishable.


"Why didn't you want to be infested?" Trey asks, legitimately curious. He had never given the idea much thought himself, but the thought intrigued him.


Efaen's trot slows as she reaches the lake shore. The grass is good, and with the breeze and the blue lake stretched in front of her she can almost pretend that she is somewhere pleasant. She pauses, dipping a hoof into the cold, clear water to drink. Her stalk eyes continue to scan for danger.

A small mound of dirt catches her eye, not too far away. Curiously, she removes her foot from the water and changes course.

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Salem raised his eyebrows at Blast's assertion that he was capable of being harmed. "Most beings are," he muttered, his eyes unfocused, his mind somewhere else for the moment. He shook his head slightly and looked back at Blast. "Especially when they charge headlong into suicidal situations. That Andalite fighter fired on us without provocation. The Yeerk forces that landed decided they'd rather attack you than attempt to negotiate our surrender. That's not Yeerk-like, and you're saying that's because they knew you. You should have let me know what I was getting into by following you out there."

He sighed and watched as Temrash worked to patch up still-unconscious Silver. "Thing is, Blast, you're an immortal. A lesser immortal, sure, but you still have abilities far beyond mine, even with my equipment." He looked straight into Blast's eyes as he continued, "If your lifestyle involves being attacked by every Yeerk you come into contact with, and fighting back against impossible odds, how long can someone like me expect to last? The Shadow Realm does me no good if I'm dead."

[Nero's Fury]

''I cant tell you that you wont perish. But I can give you my word that any of you willing to help me save my race, i will protect with every ounce of power i have. And I will teach all of you how to access the Shadow Dimension.'' He then sighed and rubbed his temples, ''Do we have anything for migraines?''

[Midnight_Huntress]

Silver was slowly coming from her darkness. She heard muffled voices and a bit of pain. She gave a soft hiss and a groan. She was soon able to open her eyes though she only seen blurs as she tried to focus.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin rolls his eyes.  <Terenia I'm not lie....>  

Ossanlin cuts off as the unidentified human charges forward.  Ossanlin whips his tail down behind himself in defense, the small space making it too difficult to actually turn around quickly.  <I beg your pardon...I would ask you to holster your weapon Yeerk, no one is going to kill anyone here...I hope.>  Ossanlin continues to bar the human's forward impetus with his tail, but makes no move for his own Shredders, not wanting to provoke a reaction.

<I'm not familiar with you and perhaps you are not familiar with the situation.  Terenia had an identical twin sister, one of my people, a Warrior by the name of Efaen, has acquired their shared genome.  Reversing the nothlitism in and of itself would be difficult.  It would take days if not weeks in my ascended form to sort through all of the deoxyribonucleotide pairs to find the originals and then there would still be a chance for failure.  Not to mention the fact that I cannot ascend for more than a few hours at a time at most.  I suppose several sessions over the course of months might allow me to sort through all the nucleotides...but with the perfect replica of her original genome available, it should only take a few minutes to reverse the process.  I do not know that it is achievable through technology, but I have a rather unique set of skills.  Now if you will excuse me...>  Ossanlin holds his tail in position and keeps a stalk-eye on the unknown Yeerk, but turns his focus back on Terenia.

<As I was saying, I am not lying.  The theory is valid...I will not be able to ascend for more than a few minutes, even with Mar's assistance, so I will need Efaen in morph and you in your natural form in the same room at the same time...preferably touching to help with the transition.  I am planning on basing my technique upon the morphing technology that both of you have been exposed to...sort of a reverse acquisition if you will.  There's more to it than that...but physical contact would help with that portion of it.  Now, do you wish this to happen or not?>  Ossanlin waits a bit impatiently.  He was eager to get this done and over with.

[Terenia]

<<Is he being serious?>> Terenia asks Mike. Even her thought speak voice sounds strangled. For some reason this news makes her feel strangely claustrophobic, and she is finding it hard to catch her breath. She finds herself backing away from Ossanlin, Mar and the two strangers until her progress is barred by the jab of one of the computer consoles in her back. The cool, Yeerkish metal reminds her of Corliss, still in the pool, unable to participate in the conversation taking place on his ship.

"I-" Terenia pauses to clear her throat. Her knuckles are white where they have been balled into fists. "I don't know..." The response sounds pitiable, even to her ears.


Efaen reaches the mound of dirt that caught her attention and realizes immediately why this patch of lake seems so familiar. Her main eyes widen slightly and she lifts her tail into a battle stance as she inspects the disrupted soil. Abruptly, she turns on her heels and begins heading toward the bar, keeping her eyes peeled for Ossanlin.

[KitsuneMarie]

Serid's back straightens even more at Ossanlin's tone, but he silently holsters his Dracon and raises his hands to show he means no harm. It is certainly disappointing that the Andalite's strange capabilities would not likely prove much help for someone in his situation, but he has long accepted his choice to become a nothlit, anyway. So why does he feel so pained?

At the unknown Yeerk's hesitant response--a Yeerk who, it is now clear, is anything but just a Yeerk--a small flare of anger is lit inside him. "You should accept his offer," he tells him, his voice flat. "A chance such as this is not likely to come again."


"Sorry, uh, Prince Ossanlin, was it?" Illim winces, peering around Serid. "We're not causing harm or trying to interrupt. We just wanna slip by to have a chat with this Corliss fellow. If you'll pardon us?" He puts a hand on Serid's shoulder to try to steer him forward, or at least shut him up, but the nothlit doesn't budge.


"I thought that, if I was infested," Elayne explains, folding her arms, "no human would believe that I wasn't being manipulated. It was the only way to convince my own race that I genuinely believed what I said I did."

[Terenia]

"You think I don't know that?" Terenia snaps at Serid, treating him with a glower. Illim interrupts her next scathing comment, however, and she rushes forward, grateful for the distraction.

"This way," she says, moving jerkily towards the room that contains Corliss' portable pool. As she passes him, she casts a suspicious glance back towards Ossanlin. She leads Illim into the pool room and approaches the console that allows him to communicate with the room at large. She stares at it, perplexed for a moment, before she remembers that she has access to Mike's memories. Flushing red she activates the device.

"Corliss?" she asks. "Corliss, can you hear this?"

[KitsuneMarie]

"Don't cause trouble," Illim mutters to Serid as he passes him, skirting narrowly around Ossanlin's tail blade. <Sorry,> he issues Derrel a quick apology as he ignores Serid's vicious glare. <I think we're safe, though.>

He follows the strange man deeper into the ship where they do indeed come across a portable pool in use. He waits silently for the Yeerk inside to respond, fighting the urge to glance around the corner to ensure his former host is behaving.

Serid, however, has other ideas. "I am no Yeerk," he murmurs to Ossanlin, lowering his hands back to his sides. "I happen to have a vested interest in what you are suggesting may be possible."

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Salem laughed coldly, "You sound like an Andalite warrior, Blast. 'It's better to die honorably in battle than it is to accomplish our goal' kind of thing. I can see why your race allied with theirs. I prefer survival. A life is more useful while it's still a life. The Yeerks and I think a bit alike in that respect. We prefer to stay out of sight, to be detected only after it's far too late. We share the philosophy of using what we can, when we can." He cast a glance around the ship- more than a few of the people here, including Temrash, the Andalite, and Taylis, from what he could gather, seemed wholly opposed to the Yeerk Empire. "That's the reason... well, one of the many reasons I can't see the Andalites and their allies winning this war. Adaptability trumps honor every time. The victors march over the bodies of warriors."

He shook his head, "Why would you want us to tag along anyway? If you're going to be spending your time protecting others, it seems like that would just slow you down." He chuckled again and put his hands behind his head, sliding farther down in his chair so that the brim of his hat tipped forward, covering his eyes. "I think I prefer the option that involves not perishing."