Animorphs: Ressurection

[BaronConall]

Keep calm, I say, privately to everyone. You're doing well to focus your thoughts only on the job at hand, should we encounter other Leerans. If the schedule has remained the same, there will be no Leeran security around General Oran. He's a highly respected and trusted man on this facility, given his background.


Kage looked at the armory that Lee pointed out.
Weapons... I admit that my blades are never used in violence, but I feel naked without them. Should I see about hiding a firearm? It would make my human form more useful...
He quickly stopped his thoughts. He wasn't focusing on the task a hand and there was the possibility of a Leeran hearing his thoughts. He tried to still his mind.


Don't. I say privately to Kage, The Corporal and his team have received firearms training. You have not. They have been assigned the role of Security Detail. You have not. If you are caught with a weapon, this entire operation will be compromised.

[Horsefan1023 (Seal)]

Mesa relaxed as she heard there were no Leerans scheduled to be around.  But she kept focusing on the job.  Account for changing variables, she told herself, but quickly changed that thought so it applied to their "job."  It was surprisingly tiring, not thinking about things.  It just kept trying to surface to the top of your brain.

[Terenia]

Remaining silent, Reyna tried her best to lose herself in the group. The Warden's size hadn't intimidated her so much as his eyes; they were black as midnight, a fact that made her shudder. She had never been a big fan of gen-modding, and this particular man looked downright terrifying. Soulless... she thought, forcing back a second shudder. She chased away her trepidation by following Lee's advise and focusing only on the job at hand. She lowers her gaze to the floor, not looking up until the Warden has departed, afraid to meet his opaque gaze.

[Cobra (Gymn)]

Chris took his glasses off and cleaned them in his shirt. He thought about how that would help him see better to work.

[Gumby]

Fisher bristled at the Leeran's accusation of being a coward and was about to send a cutting reply before the whole wall seemingly vanished. The frog-turned human gave him a smirk at this embarrassment. As he regained his composure and what remained of his dignity, he caught several glares from the other members of the team. Annoyed he glared back at them.

"And I suppose you've all never laughed at a Andalite play with mouth noises?" Lee in his Leeran morph gave him a reprimand, made sense Fisher guessed. Oh well, back to business.

The shuttle docked with the massive floating prison with a slight bump. The walls flickered and became opaque once again as the doors slid open with a hiss to expose the greeting party. The warden, a particularly tough-as-nails looking fellow who appeared to be the size of a musk-ox with a muscle build to match. The black, shark-like eyes startled Fisher, no wonder the guy maintained order with that look! Around him where several security soldiers all packing all kinds of firepower.  

He went right to business, greeting them and going over basic ground rules like that if they exposed this facilities existence they would be killed and stuff like that. Lee introduced Fisher and his team to the Warden who turned to scrutinize them with his shark-eyes before addressing them sternly.

Hearing himself be referred to as Major Fisher did a mental double take. What the hell? However he quickly realized this must be part of Tiberi's plan, though he wondered how he would pass off for a Major at his young age. Still, he stuck with it and stood at attention throughout the introduction, concluded with threats of a demotion and re-deployment to some rock if he screwed the pooch.

Saluting smartly, Fisher barked out loud and clear. "Sir yes sir!" Turning to Lee, the general instructed them where to go before dismissing them and walking away. Lee advised them to arm up in the weapons depot. Wheeling around, Fisher motioned his team forward into armory. Shutting the door, Baxter turned to Fisher and snickered.

"Major Fisher? Why am I not convinced?" He broke off into light cackling as did the other two, ass holes. Scanning the expansive weapons rack, Fisher selected an HK66 Assault Rifle from the table equipped with an under slung energy weapon attachment. Grabbing a quartet of grenades with an admiring whistle, he slung them too across his chest diagonally and grabbed six clips of ammunition for the rifle along with four clips for his TR9 pistol.

As he and his team where now appropriately armed, he checked the safety was off, headed back out to lee with the gun held in his hands pointing towards the ground with the butt coming up by his chin, finger resting on the trigger guard.

"Ok, we're good to go."

[warren_bearclaw]

Marty scratched a spot on his shoulder as they waited to go. When Fisher's squad was ready, so was Marty.

[BaronConall]

Okay, stick with me.
We walk down the hallways of the prison ship, passing numerous human and Andalite warriors. Some of their weapons are recognizable, others are not. They seem to be prototypes, available exclusively to this crew.

Comms relay. Left corridor, turn right, proceed straight 400 meters, thrice left, twice right.

I try to keep my mind as focused on the task at hand as we walk our way through the maze. It seems that of all the humans and Andalites, they all have one thing in common; They are all heavily battle-scarred. Most are gen-modded, all are high ranking. At one point, you pass an Andalite in the hallway that seems to have the upper body strength of a human. He's so sure of himself that he doesn't even swivel his stalk-eyes to watch you as he passes. A long, jagged scar reaches from his right collar bone to where the right human hip bone would be.
Less than a dozen human and a Leeran, I hear him snort in his own mind as he passes us, No honour in it.

Finally, after what seems like nearly ten minute of walking, we come to a single, modified steel, hydraulic door. It opens at our presence and allows us inside to an almost pitch black room. The writing on the door is in Galard, reading "Inmate observation".

Inside is a man in stark contrast to the people you have just passed. He is roughly six feet tall and lanky. His body is toned and his ears are pressed flat against his head. The only explanation for his appearance would seem to be that his entire muscular and vestibular system has been completely modified to take full advantage of all aspects of human dexterity, reflexes and balance. In fact, it's quite safe to assume that his ears have been modified to include a vestibular apparatus, literally giving him the balance of a cat. This is made even more evident by the golden glow of his eyes reflecting the only incoming light from the doorway and a one-way mirror to the mans left, hinting at the presence of a reflective layer of tapetum in his eyes, giving him night vision.
A light turns on and the darkness clears, the door hissing shut behind us. The man in front of us is illuminated more, with a full head of brown hair and yellow eyes.

"Was beginning to think you weren't coming, Lee." He addresses me, "Let your people know that they can demorph. This room is one of the most secure in this facility. Apart from that one." He nods through the glass at a small room. Inside lies a single crate, the size of a small suitcase.

I search the room for any other minds present before answering. Thank you, Allan. Sorry for the wait. I turn to Kage, Reli and Mesa, It's okay, we can trust him. Demorph. Mesa and I will use our Leeran forms to listen for anyone approaching.

General Oran nods and then stops, abruptly. "Shaun?!"


Kage nods and begins to demorph, much to his relief. I'm much more useful with my blades, anyway.

Once he finishes, he stops to regard the father-son reunion with curiosity.

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[gorillaman16]

"Yeah dad it's me, i'm here with Lee and the rest of the group, i guess i got chosen because of my relation with you since you seem to know them."

Shaun couldn't help but hide the excitement of seeing his father again, but he stood firm with a little relaxation in his stance. His whole life all he wanted to do was impress his father but never thought he was good enough so now he feels like he really can.

[Horsefan1023 (Seal)]

Mesa thought she was used to the genetic modding--especially after the walk down that hallway with the guards--but she still stared when she saw the man Lee had addressed as Allan.  He looked like what Mesa had learned to be a cat.  A family that had lived near her pond had owned a cat, and called the poor creature Mr. Mufflesworth.  And it was odd to see the modifications in such clarity.  Leeran eyes, designed to see underwater, produced rather murky images on land.  Despite the encumbrance with the eyesight, Mesa gratefully began to morph back to human.  After the strange process--to even her own slight discomfort, her tentacles had grown back first--she welcomed back with a slight inward sigh the other minds.  She had to resist to go drinking in and chasing all the thoughts. 

She then watched with interest the reunion.  Shaun seemed a little...aloof for this reunion.  But she kept her mind focused on searching for anyone approaching, not wanting to be caught off guard.

[Cobra (Gymn)]

Chris was impressed. The man infront of him wasn't as muscular as some but he looked strong and balanced. It was slightly uncanny how he resembled a cat. Shaun didn't seem as excited as he should be.

[A ghost you know]

Jim kept his head straight and his eyes in front of him all the way down the hallway. He didn't want to start any trouble, and he knew the easiest way to keep someone else from stopping you was to look busy and preoccupied. Meanwhile, he did his best to keep his mind clear, not giving any Leeran guards anything to work with.

When Lee introduced Allan and reunited him with Shaun, Jim stood aside and watched. Shaun's not behaving as I would have expected... Something's not right. He doesn't seem fully focused on his father or on the mission; it's like he's halfway between the two.

[BaronConall]

"What happened to Tiberi's reassurance of this being a fully Andalite Mission, Lee?! You bring my last surviving son, my only human son here?!?!" Allan looks at me with fury in his eyes, "And you, son, you assume that these people drafted you because of your connection to me? I should have thought my 'incarceration' would have taught you more responsibility... What makes you think you haven't been brought here as leverage, boy? As a hostage for me to negotiate the release of?!"

Inconceivable! Allan roars within his own mind, I accept nothing less than a second dishonourable discharge from the Human Military this time in an effort to finish what I started in order to protect my family, my last living family, and they bring my son here! To his cell!!!

Allan looks around the room and notices Kage an Mesa demorphing. "A Leeran?! And a Hork-Bajir?!?! Is there any part of the agreement that Tiberi has honoured? Let me guess, one of them is Yedd. No, worse yet, a Descendent! Tiberi knows the stake that the Andalite people have in this facility! Only an Andalite can appreciate and handle this situation accordingly! Are there any other surprises you'd like to bestow upon me, Lee?"

I wait patiently, allowing Allan his rant. When he finishes, I speak. carefully and with restraint. Humans have just as much at stake in this facility, Oran. I say, intentionally withholding the title of 'General', And regardless of the significance of this facility, there is much more at stake here. Tiberi received your information on the Kelbrid transmissions.

This snaps Allan back to attention, although the withholding of his title is certainly not unnoticed. I can hear it clear as day. His Ke may as well be giving off flames. "It's not just the transmissions that I needed to talk to you about, it's their destination. And what their sending. I need you to relocate the prisoner."

Oh ghde, I think, Now things are getting bad. I'm definitely worried.


Kage watches the exchange between Shaun and his father. He stands almost as tall as Kage, which is impressive for a human. He also seems... springier. Kage starts at Allan's fury, especially when it's revealed that the party is not all-Andalite. From the way Allan regards him, it's clear he does not know he is a Seer. Kage makes no effort to hide his glare.

Kage continues to watch the exchange before regarding Shaun once more. This explans the curt greeting he gave his father. The seem distant, as if his father had some plan for Shaun. A plan that Lee was jeopardizing. He did seem quite overprotective as well. He mentioned Shaun being his last living child, also. That would explain a lot, too.

Still, he underestimates the Hork-Bajir at his own peril.

[Horsefan1023 (Seal)]

Even Mesa wasn't prepared for Oran's sudden fury.  This was meant to be an Andalite-only mission?  She thought with some shock.  It certainly said something about why Shaun seemed so reluctant to face his father, though he could be feeling otherwise--Mesa wasn't Ke sensitive.  But then Oran's thoughts threw her for a loop.  His cell?!

Then, suddenly seemed to hit Mesa, linking her to her unease earlier.  Why, she wondered out loud for the benefit of the others.  were there no prison cells?  I just saw guard after guard...but no prisoners.  Even in a facility this large.  She took a step forward.  What is going on here?  General Oran, she used his title so she might get answers, you thought something about your son's cell?  What do you mean?  She didn't hide her suspicions.  Though Oran seemed to recognize what Lee said about the Kelbrid transmissions, it could be some elaborate trap.  What have I walked into?  She thought.  But still...she was curious.  What was going on?  Was there something deeper?  Could she help? 

[Cobra (Gymn)]

Chris weathered through the tyrade, looking around. Something struck him as odd about the prison. What could it be....? That's it! He spoke up after Mesa took the words from his mouth, "I noticed that too. The room with the suitcase is the only one that looks remotely like a prison cell."

[A ghost you know]

"I noticed that too," Jim said. "Don't tell me... don't tell me they built this whole prison for one guy?!? And just a minute. General, what agreement are you talking about? This whole mission looks like it's been planned for months, but nobody ever said anything about a prior agreement."

Part of his mind wondered just how secure they really were - both Mesa and Lee appeared to be devoting their complete attention to General Oran, and the General's rant hadn't exactly been quiet - but he paid little attention to the thought.