<Hmm, well I guess your Miller morph could probably carry her too... But would that look any less weird? I think that'd just draw Yeerk attention to Miller: They might infest him, then we'd have a bigger problem if we wanna get more morphs from The Gardens. I certainly don't have any morphs able to carry her myself, I merely remembered that you did.> I replied to Reece, not bothering to make my thoughtspeak private. <And yeah, if we can figure out how to fly this thing, moving her at all may become unnecessary. As for being seen - This thing apparantly has some sorta Romulan Cloaking Device or whatever that made it invisible to us when we were only a few feet outside of it earlier, so my guess is this thing can fly invisible too... If only we can work out how...>
I looked around for consoles and/or control panels, anything with buttons really. I'd seen that Jethsa had humanoid hands and fingers, albeit too many but where there are fingers there can usually be found some button to push. Made sense to me, anyway.
Reece's reassurance that the Andalite would probably forgive my morphing her without her permission if doing so lead to saving her life was a great relief and helped bolster my resolve to the prospect of morphing an alien without knowing ahead of time how it would react...
Plus: It would be REALLY cool to try out such an awesome-looking body... NO! I mustn't let such ambition cloud my objectivity over how necessary this might be for her survival... And possibly our own, of course.
When Jas spoke, after demorphing, I thought about the words he said he'd heard Jethsa use. <So she didn't say how Andalites felt about morphing sentient beings? Just that it was a 'question of morality' and nothing more? Hmm, well do you think it's morally right to morph her in the hopes that doing so may save her life?> Again, I didn't bother thoughtspeaking privately.
As Jas addressed the mystery-boy, I glanced at him briefly - It was difficult to consider him a threat while in my current morph, but I was also distracted thinking how we might control this ship and if it would even be safe to do so...
Torrence appeared on the ramp into the ship, and space was getting tight. My CL didn't like being crowded like this, and its magnificently long and thick tail swished anxiously. Torrence was saying something about the boy, so I lost interest pretty quickly: There were plenty of us in here to deal with him, whether friend or foe, they didn't need any further input from me on that topic.
Alec, however, asked a question more pertinent to my train of thought; <I'm thinking of morphing Jethsa, because this ship is probably designed with an Andalite pilot in mind, not a Human one.> I answered openly, <And no, I haven't morphed a person before, but Reece has, and he seems to think this would be ok...> It was a strong answer, but there was a hint in my thought-voice of the hesitation and nervousness I had at the prospect and possible consequences of such an action.
Reece spoke again, but as soon as I realized he was talking about the boy I tuned him out to concentrate on thinking how this ship might work.
Despite tuning Reece out easily, I was far more distracted when Sam explained her own 'tricky' situation; It took some effort to stop thinking about having a full-grown naked woman in the same room as me and get back to thinking about flying the ship. While I was distracted, I noticed an opening leading to another part of the ship... <Hey Sam, if you want some privacy while you remorph, it looks like there's a walkway over there - Might lead to another room?> I suggested, again openly, <Just to forewarn you though: The scent of death is stronger in that direction...> I added.
Little did I know that there were bodies down there with some sorta sheet as a shroud, but my exquisite sense of smell had picked up spoiled meat easily, prey too far gone to eat safely. Well, that's what the CL thought anyway, and having that thought made me a little queasy.
