GESB: Operation Time-Cops

[Alic]

"Don't worry, Myitt. You know we'll be ok. Everything will go smoothly on both ends." But she was worried about Claxter being up here alone. He was so you g nad inexperienced.. But if Myitt was willing to stay behind, then she knew she would trust her decision.
"Let's go guys! I've already been in morph for 20 minutes. Times a wastin'!"

[Chad32]

Cody was watching the viewscreen on the ship when suddenly a blip came up on the sensors.

"Hey boss, what are the odds of these guys actually finding us?"

"Pretty small, I guess. There are a lot of bugfighters in this general vicinity, and besides little Marco is almost out of time. Why?"

"Because they found us?"

"What!?" Sukohn yelled, and fell out of the chair he was in.

"Well, we are probably one of the only ships actually parked in the open here. Just saying."

"Fie time to think of that. Oh man, this is bad. We can't fire the engines and run. They're too close. Grab the dracons."

"How many do you think there might be?"

"The Prince, his Warrior, and the rebel girl at least. Maybe more tagalongs."

"At least we have a hostage."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin looks down and sighs.  He uses his fingers to make sure everything is packed safely inside before zipping up the fly on the shorts.  He wriggles his toes.  "Shoes?  Oh yes, the artificial hooves.  Such soft, vulnerable...feet.. .humans have.  I can see the value of those at least."  He looks around.  "I don't see any."  Ossanlin shrugs and then goes over to his battle harness which he had removed before morphing, and pulls the two custom-made handheld shredders.  He walks back to Aliciania and holds one out for her.  "I know you enjoy physical confrontation, but our enemies aren't fighting with tails alone."

He looks over at Myitt.  "On the flight-deck is probably the most secure.  Zorish should be safely restrained, but Claxter can seal the blast-doors to the flight-deck under desperate conditions."  He smiles a bit, the human mouth feeling awkward with that expression.  "And he is a Warrior, fully-so if a bit new to the position.  Tara will come back safe, I'll see to it."

((That's awesome Tara!  I had a weird dream the other night where I was chosen in some ancient civilization to become like a demi-god or something.  Like there was this whole ceremony I went through in this golden palace and I had to go through the ceremony nude, but it didn't bother me because I was so excited because I was becoming a god-like being.  It was very strange, but yet it was enjoyable.  :p  Not RAF related at all, I'm just tired and on a rant and thought I'd share.  XD  I like the fact that you had a GESB dream though.    Even in REM you're a Human/Yeerk rebel.   ))

[Myitt]

((Haha that's crazy Luke, dreams are so weird...I've been having very cinematic dreams lately, like one about Titanic and another one about World War II/Vietnam...yet somehow my family makes their way into them and I get this feeling that it's just not real...like, Mom, quit showing up in the middle of Normandy, I'll empty the dishwasher later!  XD  Yeah, I guess I do occasionally have alien rebeltasticness on the brain, lol...I wonder why??))

Myitt finishes preparing the pool and tosses the empty packets into her backpack, which is quickly becoming filled with trash.  Little bits of greyish sand scatter here and there on the pale cabin table.  She uses the wand device to mix the solution into a greyish sludge, and turns on one of the tiny portable Kandrona generators, setting it inside.  The cabin is suddenly alive with static and a strange electrical odor, not unpleasant.

She exhales deeply and nods, wiping her hand off on her black jacket.  "You're right.  This isn't completely crazy, and we're all going to be fine."  She flexes and unflexes her fingers.  "Completely and totally...fine." 

<Don't worry, man.  We've got it covered,> says Tara.

<I hope so, I don't want you to come back dead.  What use would you be to me, then?>

<Aww.  You're so sweet.>

<Just don't get shot, please.  I mean it.>

She leans her head over the little pool and disengages from her host, slithering into the water like a strange, tentacled grey-green amoeba before splashing under the surface and reforming into the natural sluglike Yeerk shape.  The whole process takes a few minutes, but finally Tara looks up and idly dries her ear with a sleeve.

"So," says Tara, looking at the Andalites and grinning exactly like Myitt.  She pulls out her Dracon and checks it.  "Let's get this show on the road."

[Chad32]

<Yes. It's time. I will handle things here. It's just one enemy, so he shouldn't be difficult to take down.> Claxter said. He was trying to remain calm, but there was an air of anxiousness about him. He was ready to have this over and get back to Efaen, as well as dispose of Terenia.

[Alic]

Alic wrinkled her nose but took the shredder anyway. She wasn't happy to use any weapons.. It just wasn't as fun, and there were going to be more of the good guys anyway. But if it makes Ossanlin feel more at ease, she would carry it with her. She put an arm around Tara's shoulders and grins. "Let's go get em!"

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((Gotta go to work really soon guys, sry.  I'll try to post after I get home.))

[Myitt]

((No worries Luke ))

Tara grins at Alic, patting her on the back with her free hand.  "Man, it's fun to be in charge of this kinda stuff again," she says genially.  "I just promised Myitt I wouldn't get shot.  No one is allowed to get shot, or she'll be very upset."  She points at Ossanlin, then turns awkwardly and waves a finger at Alic for good measure.

[Chad32]

Sukohn and Cody leave the ship armed with two dracons each, and position themselves in the surrounding bush. A holographic image of Cody sits in the bug, and the stealth hologram keeps them from being visually spotted by the Mirage's sensors. With luck, they may ambush the enemy, but in a last ditch effort may resort to using Marco as a hostage.

<Please don't do this.> Sukohn;s new host pleaded. <Don't use my body to bring pain and death to people.>

<Quiet. I need to concentrate.>

<Why me? What did I do to deserve this? Dear Lord, what have I done to deserve this kind of end?>

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin raises his hands defensively and looks around his body trying to find a place to stow the Shredder.  He finally decides to tuck it under the waist-band of the jean-shorts, though it is terribly uncomfortable against his soft human skin.  He rearranges his shirt so that it covers the butt of the weapon that sticks up into the small of his back.  "I suppose we need to go.  We have very little intelligence so it's a shot in the dark.  Everyone expect everything and we might be okay."  Ossanlin tries out another human grin and has an easier time with it this time.

He sends a quick private thought to Claxter.  <<If that bug leaves the ground, hit it with pulse missile...that'll put on quite a show for the humans, but the Imperial cannot escape.  And don't hesitate, bring the ship down if it so much as lifts off.>>

Ossanlin walks out of the flight-deck and commands the ramp open.  He walks out onto grass with his bare feet.  It seems awkward not to be able to taste anything, but he simply continues forward a few feet, waiting for the others to join him.

[Chad32]

<<Yes my Prince.>> Claxter said, and keyed in the command to arm the pulse missile.

[Myitt]

Hadrin steps into the cabin and walks up to the hatchway.  "Zorish is secure.  I'm about to risk my life for strangers again in one day, with Andalites no less, and attempt to prevent an Imperial officer from killing morph-capable humans."  He nods faintly, glancing at Tara.  "Is this what every day is like, once you're officially a traitor?"

Tara grins.  "Pretty much," she says, grabbing Hadrin's hand and shaking it vigorously.  "Name's Tara, I guess we haven't officially met, so to speak."

Hadrin blinks in surprise.  He looks around the cabin and notices the little tupperware pool in which Myitt is swimming.  "And I am officially the only Yeerk on this mission.  Excellent."

"Don't worry, buddy," says Tara.  "We'll get through it okay.  We're not allowed to get shot."  She bounces up and down on her heels and looks at Alic with another grin.  "Let's go then.  Time's a-wastin'.  Geronimo!"  She hops outside of the ship and follows Ossanlin.

Hadrin swallows and steps down the ramp, drawing his Dracon and following them as well.

[Alic]

((i have to go to work. ill reply tonight promise.)
Alic had mimicked Ossanlin and tucked the shredder, uncomfortably, into the top of her shorts. It would have to do. She joined her friends and walked down the ramp out of the Mirage.
"Might not want to carry that out in public," she said looking at Hadrin. "It's just a little obvious."

[Myitt]

Hadrin coughs and looks down at the Dracon, putting it back into its holster.  "Well, I'm also dressed up like some sort of Star Trek fan, so let's hope whoever sees us goes with the general idea.  And isn't a Controller."

Tara looks back and giggles, putting her own gun away.  "Yeah, good luck with that in this town."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

<<Claxter in which direction and how far away does the Imperial's ship lie as related to our current position?>>