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[Myitt]

"There was no explanation for its appearance?  Interesting," Myitt muses.  She glances briefly at Breekan to see if he's listening, then turns her attention back to Thordon.  "Can you create a portal back to where you came from, or do you need a way to contact your brethren back home first?"

[Shenmue654]

Mar listens to the debate regarding Thordon's method of travel quietly, working out what he has said. It was probably an accident that they found one another, actually. You'd be surprised how often people do things just to see what will happen. Although as he said it may have been an utterly random incident.

Mar then nods as Myitt describes her planet and states, "Although the places Myitt and I come from are utterly different from one another, there is one major similarity: we cannot return to the place from whence we came. My home was uncomplicated and very bright, with much of my time spent basking in the warm psychic connection felt between my siblings and my Father. I would go back in an instant, if it were at all possible. Myitt it seems is much less interested in that sort of thing."

Mar glances toward Ossanlin and then grins a bit. "Don't worry about me. I am the same me. Incarnations usually resemble entirely different people with only a few similarities in temperament. You'll know when one happens. I wonder if you miss your grassy world. I have not visited it, although the influence of my primal element pervades in some aspects of the culture. Do you have a home back there to go to?"

[Myitt]

"There isn't much of a life to go back to on my homeworld, if I could somehow return," says Myitt thoughtfully.  "Everyone I knew then was taken off-world, too.  It was a much, much simpler existence, though, I have to say."

[Gaz]

Gaz was sitting at the bar sipping her drink. Things had been mighty quiet lately. The last fortune seeking outing had been a disaster and, as a result, Gaz had come back empty handed.

"Thinkin about what to do next?" Morgan asked.

Gaz nodded as she thought.

[Darth Revan]

Thordon nodded. Your planet sounds beautifully dangerous. He noted the usage of Mar's word, "Element". It was probably meaning "attribute". He saw both Darkness and Death's worlds. They already had inhabitants, and they looked nothing like him.

Thordon asked Myitt, "You say Corliss is your brother, is he your brother, or your host's brother? Either way, you both seem to share a closeness."

[Myitt]

"Corliss is my brother," says Myitt.  "Me as in Myitt.  He's one of my few siblings who cares to talk to me anymore, so I guess we are close.  My host Tara doesn't have any brothers.  She has a sister.  But my people don't differentiate that way, we are all only one neutral gender." 

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

<Hello Thordon...>  Ossanlin winces a grin through the pain.  <My name is Ossanlin-Rethin-Sephirel...most people generally call me Ossanlin, or Ossy in the case of a few.>  He looks meaningfully at Myitt.

Ossanlin turns his eyes toward Temrash.  <Yes, I suppose...but I really would be in a much better condition to fight it as a Silver Blade.  Of course...>  Ossanlin's thought trails off and he watches Myitt approach.  He smirks at her comment raising an eyebrow.  <You two talking out loud can be a bit disconcerting you know.>  He throws up his hands in an 'I give up' gesture... <Okay, I'll revert...it's almost addicting, but I suppose I need to regenerate energy anyway.  Put all my trust in some strange vision....>

Ossanlin closes his eyes and his fur ripples, the silver sheen drawing off of his blade and hooves, his fur shimmering from silver to royal blue.  Out of sight, his senses withdraw, and his energy and time-manipulative capabilites along with them.  He sighs a bit longingly...best not to allow himself to become addicted to being a silver blade...he had to regain energy sometime.  He concentrates again and his body shifts and bubbles around as his rump pulls into his body leaving only the tail extending from his spine.  His neck elongates and blades grow from his arms, legs, and back as muscles grow underneath forming scales.  When he finishes, he stands as a male hork-bajir.  He grins over at Temrash and then begins to demorph again, his body reverting to his regular andalite self, his haunch nicely healed.

Ossanlin listens to Mar as he morphs and morphs back, looking at him again.  <Ah, you seem more...distant, as if we were not friends.  I hope I'm mistaken.>  Ossanlin sighs again.  <Ah the homeworld...full of biggots and warmongerers.  But I suppose I do miss it...I haven't had real, natural nera under my hooves in what seems like ages.  And the beautiful rose-crimson sky...vast expanses of luscious green grass streaked with blue ribbons of water.>  Ossanlin sighs a third time, the longing obvious in his tone of thought.  <Yet the only family I have to return to are two scientists at the forefront of warship technology.  Mother and father were wonderful parents when they weren't too busy for me, but they share my people's common hatred of all things...well...Yee rk.  I didn't really make friends in the academy...I was never with the same age-group long enough...and when I started advancing, the older students were rather contemptuous.  I was quite happy to get my command and embark.  But I was young...not that I'm old now, not chronologically, but war has a way of aging you.  I'm sick of it now, sick of all of it.  I might be happy if I could just retire to some forgotten field on the homeworld and become a hermit, but here, now, in command of a Dome Ship, I can make a difference.  I can't neglect that duty.>  Ossanlin takes a deep breath and chuckles lightly.  <Death is lighter than a feather, duty heavier than a mountain.>  Ossanlin grins wryly and resubmerges his hoof in the pitcher of water, taking another draught.

((Sweet Rachel.    I've never actually seen Firefly, just Serenity, but I thought it was an awesome movie.  I actually saw a part of it again yesterday and was on RAF and 'click' the pieces went together.   ))

[Chad32]

"I suppose I could consider myself male, as some Yeerks relate to the gender of their hosts, but we Yeerks don't have a true gender." Temrash said as he listened to Myitt. He took a mild interest in Oss' Hork-Bajir morph, but made no comment.

"Yes Ossanlin, war does age you. Sometimes you become tired and cynical like me, or go crazy like Visser 3. Or somewhere in between. I have already tried making changes from the inside, but eventually found I couldn't take it anymore."

[Darth Revan]

Thordon, perplexed, asks, "How is it your species reproduce, If there is no gender?"

[Chad32]

"Three Yeerks bond together in the pool, and become one being. Then that being breaks apart into grubs that grow up into adult Yeerks. Because of this, there is no parent/child relationship and neither is there any bonding over sex. My host and I have not decided if he would like children yet."

[Darth Revan]

"So you breed like some fish; you go through a process that ends in your death, but continues your species. Interesting. Is reproduction a choice; or is it like last rights ceremony, you bring life with your timely death?

[Myitt]

"I think children are out of the equation for the time being, considering we're in the middle of a deadly civil war and my host subsists underground, on canned goods and hydroponics," Myitt says with a wry smile.  "That's no environment to raise anything, let alone young humans.  Tara is in agreement.  That better, Ozz?"  She snickers.

"And reproduction is definitely out for me.  No thank you, not until I'm good and old and retired."  Myitt glances at Ossanlin, watching him morph and demorph, and laughs when he mentions becoming a hermit.  "Ozzy, I think I'd accept some hermit time even on the Andalite homeworld, so if you find a place please let me know, okay?  At least the Empire wouldn't come bothering me there.  I'd gladly deal with Andalite bureaucracy."  

To Thordon she adds, "Yeerkish reproduction is entirely voluntary on the part of the tripartite parents, by course of thought and physiology, but often Yeerks can be forced to reproduce if there is a need to fill the ranks of the Empire.  In the distant past it was more ceremonial, but now it's become a matter of efficiency.  If a Yeerk dies unnaturally, or naturally without joining with two other Yeerks, then of course the Yeerk simply dies.  The bodies break down quite quickly after death, it's the same lysis mechanism that allows for the fragmentation of grubs from the parent during reproduction, actually.  A kind of destructive meiosis."


((Celebrin, eh? XD  And dude Luke you hafta watch Firefly, it's so freaking great already, jeez! ))

[Darth Revan]

"Hm. 'War' sounds so depressing. Why do your races hate each other so?"

[Chad32]

Temrash laughed bitterly. "That's a long story of ambition and betrayal. The Council wanted what the Andalites offered them, and more. More thn they should have tried to take. But war is everywhere, and everyone fights to some degree. At least that is what I have experienced."

[Myitt]

"Of course everyone fights, in a society where we are born and bred into a militia," says Myitt flatly.  "The war has affected everyone even remotely involved in it."