((Oh, jeez. Sorry for the sudden disappearance, guys. I went to upstate Michigan with the family and my phone spent the whole weekend lying to me. It said I had all of my bars and a 3G connection but my internet would NOT load at ALL. It was the most frustrating thing ever. But never fear, I have returned!))
Trey nods, looking a bit more encouraged, "Yeah. I don't think finding people on Earth to follow would be that hard. The former Yeerks aren't exactly happy with their current situation. Most've the grubs don't know any better, but the older ones, the ones 'round my age, they're starting to realize what we're missing out on by being thrown to the side like garbage. I could do it." He nods again, fervently. His voice has lost a bit of its nervous edge and taken on a new passion, like a freight train that is slow to start but soon barreling down the line, out of control. "I just gotta figure out what to do about the true Yeerks, the ones stuck on the Homeworld. And the Feds won't like it at all, they'll send the NAT after us for sure. And then there's the Andalites to worry about. They've got the Homeworld locked up pretty tight...." he trails off again, the train derailing slightly as he tried to work out all these small details in his mind. He looks significantly younger with his face scrunched up in such away, his eyes knit tightly over his eyes, and his two front teeth showing ever so slightly as he gnaws on the side of his lip.
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Terenia decides that the best she can do now is wait. Her anger is gone, and the hole inside her keeps demanding attention that she refuses to give. Instead she commands the computer hatch to remain closed, responding only to her own voice commands. She then goes over to the console and ensures that her communications display is on and sets her computer to search out any signals that might be the Mirage. The last thing Terenia wants is to be caught unawares once more, although she has no idea what she will do if the ship returns. As she works she tries to avoid thinking about Corliss, about how comfortable she felt with him, and how alone she felt now. She keeps pushing his hurt expression from her mind, but it kept floating to the surface as though the memory had a will of it's own.