Oh no, not the Helmacrons again!

[warren_bearclaw]

'''''ENTER SECURITY CODE NOW''''' says a computer voice. A small red light begins to blink on the control panel. A quickly changing image of what must be some kind of countdown appears on the screen.

The bubble holding the horde of helpless Helmacrons hovers higher and higher into the heavens. "Aaaaaaiiiighhhh!!!"

"Booooohooohooohoo! Booohooohoo!" "Waaaahhh!"

Bits of roasting worm meat (?) fall from the sky, splattering on the two ships and everything else nearby.  They thud loudly on the ships' hulls.

[A ghost you know]

*sigh* Enough already, Yeerk. It's over, and you lose.

Aldrea, do you want to let him go for a few moments so I can get you back to normal size? Then we can get Al and Marvin back to normal size, too.
Don't forget, you'll need to demorph before I unshrink you, or your Hork-Bajir morph will become your normal size and you'll be quite a bit smaller after demorphing.

*the computer begins demanding a security code*
Oh bleep, I hope we can bypass this! *begins frantically typing on the computer's keyboard*

[warren_bearclaw]

(((Would it be too mean of me to keep y'all from unshrinking yourselves? I mean, this RP is named after the Helmacrons, and that's what they do. I just don't want to be too annoying.  )))

[Aluminator (Kit)]

((Hehe... I say go for it. I'm enjoying the shrunkenness. I still like the idea of making everybody, including the Helmacrons, people-sized, but keeping everyone shrunk would be a fun way to play it ^_^))

[A ghost you know]

((Sure, make us really work to get our true size back! I mean, nobody's even gotten to face off with the Visser yet, and no starts-small-but-gets-really-insane-really-fast Animorphs mission is complete without that!))

[Aldrea Hammee]

((Heh, I'm game to stay really small for awhile!))

*lets Al go* And by the way....I'm NOT AN ANDALITE.

*begins demorphing* God, I hate being so vulnerable...

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Helpless my butt. You turned into that big bladey thingy. Wish I could do that. Then maybe you punks wouldn't be dragging me around everywhere.

*glances around as worm meat pelts the hull*

Can we get the heck outta here soon, please?

[warren_bearclaw]

Whistles, bells, and obnoxiously loud, blaring tones come from the control panel. The screen looks more like a teenager's face on a bad day with all of the blinking red lights on it. """" DISTRESS SIGNAL SENT"""" the computer announced. ''''ENTER SECURITY CODE TO DISARM SELF-DESTRUCT''''''''' It screamed.
The group of eight trapped Helmacrons sat helplessly in their bubble prison; they grumble quietly. They were well above the tree line when a gust of wind sent them flying southwards, towards the end of the forest nearest town. "Anybody have any cards?" one asked.[/color]

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Umm... Ghosty? You got this?

...

Never mind. I'm all for getting the heck outta here.

*runs to door and slams switch to open it*

[A ghost you know]

*continues frantically typing on the keyboard* I don't know, Al, there may not be enough time for this... you guys should get out of here in case I can't bypass security in time.

[Josh (J)]

You know? I think that I'm gonna get the "heck outta here" while I have the chance. *goes behind Al* Open the door! *kicks it, but hits his toe*

OW!

[warren_bearclaw]

Sovereign Lord of the Empire! Just moments ago, we, the crew of the invincible Comet Storm,  detected an emergency beacon from the destroyed ship Star Striker. We have embarked to punish the villains who commit such heinous crimes against you! None wage war with the Helmacrons and live free to speak of it!!! Glory to the Helmacrons!!!
 
-from the log of the Helmacron ship Comet Storm.
(A little while later)

O Emperor! Such disgrace do we bear for the defeat of our ships in the TMA-1 sector of our immense domain! Only mere minutes after responding to the announcement of destruction from the pathetic Star Striker, we have received a plea for help from the weakling Asteroid Doom. Clearly they are not worthy to bear the Helmacron Honor and must be detained. We aboard the Comet Storm, together with the mediocre crews of the Stellar Fury and the Space Assault, we will appropriate command of the sector and establish our Superiority over the savage inhabitants

-from the log of the Helmacron ship Comet Storm.

[Aldrea Hammee]

I'm right behind you, Yeerks! *bails as I grumble to myself*

It's not like they can get far, it'll take them 5 minutes to climb over a stone.

[Aluminator (Kit)]

*Slams the button again, finally getting the door to open* Helmacron piece of junk!

Okay, they say smaller size gives you better strength, and I'm betting I can make great time as a pants-wetting-scared runner. Let's move, guys! Ghosty, get outta there!

*takes off running*

[Josh (J)]

*runs so fast he flies into the air*

Whee!

*unfortunately, gravity pulls him down*

Ouch.

*keeps on running*