GESB: Operation Time-Cops

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin looks around the med-bay.  <<I'm sorry Myitt, I hope to be able to reason with Zorish somewhat, but if he'll not listen, I'll do what I must.  I don't like killing, we've both seen enough of it for ten lifetimes, but this is still a war and death, unfortunately, can be a necessity.  There isn't an easy answer to this problem, we'll just have to hope for the best.  This could all end up failing horribly.  In the mean time, I think we should try to formulate a plan for locating and dealing with the main reason for this trip.>>  Ossanlin lays a hand on Tara's shoulder for a second and smiles a bit before turning and trotting to the bridge.

Ossanlin broadcasts a wideband thought.  <Thank you for your assistance Matthew.  Aliciania, please hurry, we must intercept our other...problem.>
Post Merged: May 06, 2010, 03:55:32 PM((Thanks Tara, I've still got a couple left tomorrow, but looking forward to the summer.    And you're gonna visit this summer!  You promised!  I'm holding you to it.))

[Terenia]

Zorish finally feels his hosts conscious mind begin to stir, and he realizes that the time for reconnaissance is over. Tamora's thoughts are a blurred mess of the final moments before the faux Escafil Device detonated, punctuated with a lengthy emptiness.

<What happened?> Tamora demands as soon as she has gotten her bearings slightly.

<We seem to be in a predicament of sorts,> Zorish says calmly.

<Predicament? What predicament? I thought you had a plan?>

<I did.> Zorish states, <It obviously failed. We are currently aboard an Andalite ship, which means that we are deep in enemy territory. I suggest that you keep your thoughts to yourself for the time being and allow me to focus.>

<But->

<Not now, Tamora,> Zorish snaps. He refocuses on the world around him. So far he has not let on to the fact that his host is awake, but there is no way to hide that for an extended period of time. Inhaling deeply, Zorish opens his eyes, otherwise remaining perfectly still.

[Myitt]

Myitt nods, smiling grimly at Ossanlin, walking over to Zorish and looking down at Tamora's body. 

Her eyes are open.

"Ossanlin, I think you'd better come in here," Hadrin calls, noticing as well.

Myitt looks down at Tamora, meeting her gaze.  "Good morning, Sub-visser," she says.  "How long have you been listening?"

[Alic]

Alic had demorphed as soon as she had landed in the Mirage. <Did I miss anything good?> It seemed as she hadn't, because that was when someone asked for Ossanlin. Alic stepped into where the voice came from, and looked down at the human <<I don't think she was worth all the trouble, personally.>> Alic spoke in private to her fellow andalites, and Myitt.

[Chad32]

<<Rescuing this gril will help my conscious when I remove Terenia from efaen's life. When we return I would like to speak to Elayne about Visser Three's fate when the Humans win Earth. That may help me protect Terenia.>>  Claxter said privately to Alic.

[Myitt]

Hadrin turns and watches Alic demorph, wide-eyed.  "I...I...I'm Hadrin," he stammers, every instinct in his mind screaming that he was outnumbered, surrounded by yet another Andalite.  He shakes his head and reminds himself that they had more serious matters to attend to than his own recurring alarm.  "My host's name is Justin.  I'm a friend.  And well...look."  He gestures at Zorish.

[Chad32]

It just occured to Claxter that since Alic was inside, they should get out of there. He closed the hatch. <Beginning takeoff procedures.> He said. The ship came to life once more and lifted off the roof. <Heading to...where are we going now? Myitt? Which way should we go?>

[Myitt]

Myitt was too far away, in the other room, and too involved in waiting for Zorish's response to answer.

Hadrin looks through the door to the cabin at Claxter and shrugs helplessly.

[Chad32]

<Aliciania, do you know where the Yeerk's main forces are? You seem like you've been to Earth before a time or two.>

[Alic]

<Hi.. Hadrin... and Justin.>

<Not around here.> Alic looked away. That was the truth, of course. But she rarely went out searching for ways to destroy the yeerks on her own. She had tried to leave as normal a life as she could on Earth.  <Myitt? We need to know where to go.>

[Myitt]

"Why don't you trace the ship, as before?" Myitt says tersely, keeping her attention on Zorish.  "If that fails, I would head towards my favorite place on Earth.  Southern California."

[Alic]

<Hm. I agree. Southern California. It's beautiful there.> Alic smiled with her eyes.

[Myitt]

"Yeah.  Real great," Myitt says dully.

[Terenia]

Zorish focuses on the one that spoke to him, one of the humans of the group. He is surprised to see and hear a new Andalite - a female this time - and wonders how many of them are lurking around. The others in the room are a seemingly human girl, the rebel Yeerk no doubt, and his own personal traitor, Hadrin.

"Not long," Zorish lies smoothly to Myitt. His gaze trails over to Hadrin and he fights to keep anger from warping his facial expression as he speaks lightly, "it seems that we have landed ourselves in a bit of a predicament, lieutenant."

[Myitt]

Hadrin turns to Zorish in surprise.  He walks closer.  "It seems that you have, sir," he says quietly.

"Do you know where you are?" Myitt asks.  "You're on an Andalite ship.  You're a prisoner of the civil rebellion.  It's not very wise to start lying to us."