Oh no, not the Helmacrons again!

[Josh (J)]

*climbs into the tree, pauses, and looks around* I'm not sure...I do know we've been shrunk. *looks around again to make sure no one is listening* Hey, I've been sent to get you out of this...dillemma. But, now that we're both small, how can we get away? There're Controllers being sent over here, but they may crush us before they find us.

[Aldrea Hammee]

Let's see if we can find out where those Helmacrons went. We need to get some altitude so we can get the lay of the land...and maybe figure out where the heck Al and his little friends are.

[A ghost you know]

Sounds like a good idea to me. In particular, we can make good use of your morph's raptor vision; it's far superior to mine.
*starts floating toward the location the Helmacron ship was last seen at*

[warren_bearclaw]

(((sorry... internet's been down.)))

Though the Helmacron-Rondecron groups are hard for most to notice, the tiny flashes of light coming from the even tinier Dracon beams were noticable.

"Aaaaghhhh! Why, oh why?" *sob*... *lots of sobbing*

"Ghaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaa!!!"

The fleeing -and weeping- Rondecron crew retreated to the safety of their ship and shut the doors. Helmacrons surrounded it and began firing from all angles. The Flowered Pride began to glow pink, and the Dracon beams bounced off in all directions.

Meanwhile, the fallen Star Striker has cracked as a result of being dropped. "None shall claim victory over the Helmacrons!!!!"  A small computer voice announced... ~~SELF-DESTRUCT PROGRAM INTITIATED. TEN SECONDS TILL TOTAL ANNIHILATION. NINE...~~

[Aluminator (Kit)]

*glances at Marvin as the Star Striker's computer voice announces a self-destruct*

I dunno about getting found, but I'm thinking we should get the heck outta here first!

*Begins to climb around to back side of tree*

[warren_bearclaw]

Booom! (The ship's explosion is about as large as cheap firecrackers.) Boom! Pop pop Booom!

[Josh (J)]

*also gets down, but pauses for a second*
I thought I heard a faint firework...I must be going ballistical. Oh wait, that's the little explosion. *shakes his head*
*gets down*
Now, do you think we should rejoin with Aldrea and Ghosty so we can find the Helmacrons so we can become huge so we can go home? Lots of so's....

[Aluminator (Kit)]

*After the explosion, jumps down next to Marvin*

Join with Aldrea and Ghosty? Never! Those crazies wanted to drag me into the woods and starve me out of this host! Or feed me oatmeal. Which actually doesn't sound all that bad...

[Josh (J)]

Yuck! Oatmeal. Wait...I don't like it...and I also know that there's a sort of oatmeal--ginger or something--that's not good for you. *lowers his voice* It won't be good for you. Your host will have some control over you.
*sees Ghosty floating in the air*
O.o....

[Aldrea Hammee]

<Marvin, don't make me scratch your eyes out. Let's find these little fools so Ghosty and I can deal with you and Al more quickly.>

[A ghost you know]

*hears a small explosion and scans the area*
There they are, Aldrea! *points toward the tree*
Let's get 'em both. I don't know how we're going to deal with two Yeerks in addition to Chad and those pesky Helmacrons, but we don't have a choice. We can't leave either of them behind or they'll tell the Visser what's going on, and then we'll really have a mess on our hands.

[Aluminator (Kit)]

*points at Aldrea and Ghosty*

See!? See why I don't want to deal with them!? They think it's okay to murder me or whatever just because they think I'm one of these "Yeerks" they keep talking about! I'm gonna call Mr. Visser and tell him what's going on!

[Aldrea Hammee]

<You know what? Drop the act. The oblivious routine isn't fooling anyone. Besides, normal humans don't talk to eagles like there's no problem.>

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Normal humans don't get stuffed into the backs of cars and shrunk to the size of grains of rice either, if they can help it! I think "normal human" is a little far from reality for me at the moment!

[A ghost you know]

You've never been a human, normal or otherwise, Yeerk. The closest you've gotten is controlling one, and that's about to stop. Now would you like to come quietly, or do we need to use force?