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[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin sighs frustratedly at Terenia...she was always so difficult.  But then his help has been anything but in her case.  There was always something that could go wrong...it just seemed that everything tended to go wrong around Terenia.  He follows the small group to the doorway of the pool-room, looking at Mar apologetically.  He hopes that Corliss has the ability to lock off the pool from the inside...Terenia and two unidentified human-controllers?  He wasn't exactly great friends with Corliss, but he was at least more than an acquaintance and Ossanlin certainly doesn't wish harm upon him.  Not to mention what Myitt would do with his entrails if he let anything happen to Corliss...

The unidentified controller speaks up, but it takes Ossanlin's distracted brain a few seconds to process what exactly he's said.  When he does, he does a bit of a double-take and turns his main eyes on the human...apparently not a controller.  <You are not a Yeerk?  And you have an interest in reversing nothlitism?>  Ossanlin pauses...it is the only true explanation...a creature exposed to morphing technology and transformed into a human nothlit?  Only a few humans had been exposed to morphing technology, and it would not be wholly undesirable to be trapped as a member of one's own species.  The only logical conclusion is... <You're Andalite...>

[Nero's Fury]

Blast nods, ''I am of Viking decent, and due to that the idea of dieing honorably is the best thing possible. I wont force anyone to go, but everyone here has something to offer to the whole. Ive seen that. All of us together can accomplish this. Without even a single one of us it gets harder and harder. If you dont wish to go tell me. I have to go as soon as possible.''

[KitsuneMarie]

Serid lifts his chin slightly, allowing himself an outward expression of pride at Ossanlin's correct assertion.

"Affirmative," he responds. "Perhaps it is unwise of me to confide in you, but your," he pauses to pick his word carefully, "association with Yeerks in this place suggests that you may have unorthodox views and that you might look upon my case more kindly than most of our people would."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin shakes his head a bit.  <I was under the impression that very few of us knew about Earth or humans.  Yet you obviously had reason to become one.  The only logical assumption is that you took an extended stay on Earth.  Odd...>  Ossanlin languorously swishes his tail in thought before continuing.  <As for my associations...well, I've learned to judge each being as an individual.  No race is uniform in thought, opinion, or deed.>

[Chad32]

When Ossanlin jerked his tail back towards Serid, Derrel instinctively tried to backpedal away. Unfortunately he couldn't move his legs, and Illim didn't seem to agree with getting out of the way. He was beginning to feel how much of an inconvenience not having control of his body would be. He didn't feel safe inside the ship, even if Illim thought they were.


Temrash got some pills designed for Humans when Blast asked for migraine medicine. "I have some things I need to do locally before trying to save your species, Blast. I'm sorry. The main of which is to try to keep an eye on a mentally deficient Yeerk nothlit. Someone else insisted I put her under his care, but he trusts her too much. I need to make sure he's actually keeping an eye on her, and that she won't kill anyone else. I don't suppose you're going to hunt down those Yeerks or Andalites if we land, Blast?"

<She is currently in a pool, so I doubt she can do anything at the moment. Efaen is currently uninfested.>

"I wonder how the manipulative nothlit will take that. Fortunately she can't do anything hostless."

[Nero's Fury]

Blast smiled sadly, ''You may do what you need to. I must save them. With your help, or without any of your help I have to do it.''

He then stood and began murmuring a chant, and did some difficult hand signs before slamming his palm onto the floor of the ship.

Suddenly the wind in the ship began to be static charged, and swirled in one spot in mid air.

Suddenly the spot began to black and lightning spewed from the spot for a moment as it grew.

''This is a portal to the Shadow Dimension. Will any of you follow?''

[KitsuneMarie]

"I am grateful that you hold that opinion, Prince Ossanlin." Serid nods respectfully, "I am aristh Serid-Winwall-Falan. I hope to speak with you further once your interests here are resolved. In the meantime, I will be highly interested in watching the Yeerk's de-nothlitization process, even though the same will not be effective for me."


It takes Illim a moment to disengage from watching Corliss and trying to appease Derrel in order to recognize Serid's voice, now that it's not his own. When he does, he leans back to shoot him a furious glare. Now, however, is not the time to berate him... certainly not in front of some Andalite bigwig. He focuses his attention back on the occupied pool.

[Myitt]

<<Reckon so,>> Mike replies dully.  <<Ossanlin is rarely anything but serious, in my experience.>>

He watches the whole scene unfold, interested, and although Terenia keeps his body relatively calm, under the anger, he feels a pang of eagerness to hear what Corliss must be thinking.

There's a short delay as the translators filter the spoken speech into ultrasonic Yeerkish, then as Corliss replies in thought-speech.

<Yes, I can hear you, Terenia,> he says calmly, his male-tinged androgynous voice still lilting in Mike's northern British accent, in English.  <Or perhaps it is Mike.  Can I tell you how strange this is?>

[Terenia]

"Corliss, you have no idea how strange things are," Terenia says honestly. She sighs, forcing her hands to unclench as she tries to take stock of the events that have unfolded. "Alright...well, my ship did get blown up, so that's great. I suspect Efaen, but apparently you became immensely popular in the last few minutes so I haven't had a chance to find her to, ah, extract a confession."

Terenia pauses, glancing at Illim. "Right, so, um, there's this guy here who says Myitt sent him to verify something about his former host? I think it involves you infesting him. Or something. And...well, Ossanlin's here too." She laughs harshly, "We're having a freaking party on your ship. He um...he says that he can get me back my old body." The words sound strange on her - Mike's - tongue. Surreal. Like a fantasy that she isn't entirely sure she wants to indulge in."

<<Is that everything?>> Terenia asks Mike, not sure that she remembered all the details. So much was happening, and so quickly that she was having a hard time wrapping her mind around it.

[Myitt]

<<I reckon that's everything, love,>> Mike sighs, sounding just as confused as he can sense Terenia feels.  

<Well, I'm sorry about your ship, but I am glad you haven't had the chance to confront Efaen,> Corliss confesses, his simulated voice ringing in the humid little room.  <I don't know anyone here who would need confirmation to join us, besides perhaps Temrash and his host...if it is Temrash, you can tell him he's out of luck...but why would Myitt...what is this person's name?>  There's a pause.  <Oh, and hello again, Ossanlin.  Fancy meeting you like this.>

[Terenia]

"No, it isn't Temrash," Terenia says. "I wouldn't let that dapsen fool on your ship. It's...um..." she glares at Illim, trying to remember his name. "I don't know, some human guy. Says he talked to Myitt or something." Irritated that he hasn't focused on the part of the conversation pertinent to her she switches to thought speak that only Corliss and Mike can hear.

<<Corliss, Ossanlin wants to give me back my body. My human body. He says it'll work with Mar's help, but I need to agree to it. Something to do with 'ascension' and 'locating genetic patterns' and a lot of other stuff I don't understand,>> she hesitates, not entirely sure how to best explain what is going through her mind. <<I don't know if I should say yes or not.>>

[Myitt]

<I know, I know,> Corliss says publicly, and even through the secondary translation his frustrated tone is obvious.  <It's the damn machine, it takes forever to translate.>  There is another pause, either to allow him to think or to allow the machine to translate.  <You should choose what you feel is best.  If he can do this for you, it will...it will certainly change things, literally and figuratively.  You would probably still be welcome in our ranks.>  Another pause.  <I will support whatever you decide to do.>

<<Aw,>> Mike jeers good-naturedly.  <<Inn'e sweet?  The slimy little bugger.>>

<As for the human,> Corliss adds, <if you trust he was sent by Myitt, then I will agree to investigate his memories.>

[Terenia]

Terenia sighs. There is no way for her to discuss her hesitations like this. Not when Corliss' response will be heard by the entire ship. Reluctantly she drops the subject for the moment, turning instead to Illim.

"Listen," she says to him. "How do I know Myitt sent you? I don't want just anyone shoving their head into that pool. How do I know this isn't some sort of trick?"

[KitsuneMarie]

Illim sighs, folding his arms and stepping towards them to ensure Corliss can hear him. "Hey there," he says, his tone weary and still tinged with irritation. "I'm Illim, by the way. Allow me to explain: when I met Myitt earlier, I was looking to join the rebellion--fresh out of the Peace Movement, you see--but there was a problem with my host, Serid. He's got some history he can't quite get over with Ertoran."

His eyes flicker between Terenia and the occupied pool, not quite sure who to look at. He finally settles on Terenia, since she, at least, can look back.

"So I found myself a new voluntary host," he continues. "A human named Derrel, if you've met him. I called Myitt to tell her the good news, but she wanted verification of all this, so my solution is to ask another rebel infest Serid long enough to flip through his memories and ensure I'm not some kind of pathological liar."

He purses his lips. "Sound good?" he asks, focusing his gaze back on the swimming Yeerk.

[Myitt]

"Ah, Tora," Corliss says, after a bit of a lag.  "Yes, Myitt had said something about Tora's trouble with the Andalite male, but I don't know anything about it other than that.  Illim, my name is Corliss.  If you wish to serve us faithfully, then well met, brother.  I have not met your current host, but if Serid will allow me to verify your story, I'll oblige."