Oh no, not the Helmacrons again!

[warren_bearclaw]

(((wait a minute... I just remembered that ship is supposed to be in a tree. I guess it fell?  )))

"AAAAAAAaaaarrrrgggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!......." the sound of shrieking Helmacrons slowly fades as they shrink past the point of existence. There simply aren't enough cells and atoms left to be considered a creature. Only about a third of the egotistical horde are still alive, and they continue shooting at the ship and engines while the shields were still down.
Wailing fills the Rondecron ship. The pilots cover their faces and cry, letting the ship simply fall to the ground. Since the shield is up, it isn't damaged, but instead, the grape-cluster shaped ship bounces and rolls across the ground.

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Wrong one! Do it the other way, Ghosty! In reverse!

*runs over to the console and starts pressing buttons until finally, an un-shrink-ray fires at the horde of Helmacrons*

[A ghost you know]

NOOO!! We're doing it the other way for us, not for them! If even one of them gets big, we're all dead! *holds down the shrink-ray button*

[Aluminator (Kit)]

*thinks for a second*

Totally worth it!

*Jams the un-shrink-ray button, then tackles Ghosty*

[warren_bearclaw]

(((um... the ones that are dead are, well, dead. They just don't exist anymore, so they can't be unshrunk.)))
 The lights begin flashing, and then strobe in funky colors, as the intruders jam random buttons. The gun begins firing randomly, as a shrink ray, un-shrink ray, Dracon beam, and several other modes, including one that seems to make giant bubbles. One of the bubbles actually scoops up the remaining Helmacrons and carries them skyward. The beam continues firing into the ground."Ooooohh, look. Bubbles!"

[Aluminator (Kit)]

((No, no, I didn't want to un-shrink the shrunk ones. I wanted to create six-foot Helmacrons ))

[warren_bearclaw]

(((................... .. why??????)))

[Aluminator (Kit)]

((Because I think it'd be a hilarious turnabout, and I happen to find that sort of literary irony entertaining))

[warren_bearclaw]

(((But what the heck am I supposed to do with giant helmacrons?!? This might not be irony, but it should count as a hilarious turnabout: )))

Suddenly, the ground begins to rumble, the ship is jostled on the shifting forest floor. A giant Earthworm bulges out of the dirt, thrashing around wildly! While it's actually a little over a foot long now, it's about as big as a cargo train to the others watching.

[A ghost you know]

*feels the ground start to shake* Oh no, oh no, oh no... Did you already have oatmeal, Yeerk? You're nuts! *shoves Al away and slams the shrink button again*

[Josh (J)]

*has been sitting in a corner the whole time*

You know...whoa! *hits his head against something as ground shakes* What is THAT?! Oh my gosh...you know, why did we ever get mixed up in this? We never should have done this. Ever. *is starting to sound like a crazy prophet* Whoa! *is hit again* Darn it.

[warren_bearclaw]

The gun begins to smoke, and the worm explodes.

[Aldrea Hammee]

While chaos has been breaking loose, I've been demorphing and remorphing.

Aldrea: use the Hork-Bajir morph! We need firepower!

Me: Um, you're not planning to kill Al, are you?

Aldrea: I'm planning to do what we need to do to eliminate the enemy we face.

Me: Yeah...I think we should do something less violent.

Aldrea: Well, if you've got a better plan, put it into effect now! They're going to blow each other up!

Me: All right, fine....but I'M controlling our movements...

*morphs to Hork-Bajir and grabs Al while he struggles with Ghost and the shrink ray*

<What's the matter with you? Do you want to kill everyone, including your precious host and your little friend?!>

[A ghost you know]

Thank you, Aldrea. That makes this a lot easier. *glares at Al* Now behave, Yeerk, or you're going to get us all killed.
Now, how do I control how big or small things get? *begins studying the gun's control panel*

[Aluminator (Kit)]

There you go, with this "Yeerk" talk again. Seriously, what are you guys smoking?

*thrashing* Put me down, Andalite filth!