Animorphs: Ressurection

[Terenia]

During their walk through the facility Reyna remained silent. When they reached the cell of the one called Allan she kept her gaze and thoughts diverted, focusing instead on the back of Shaun's head - the person who happened to be directly in front of her. When Allan began his rant she flinched, and when he went further and expressed such obvious disdain at Descendents she flushed red.

Reyna is glad when the Leeran and Chris speak, pointing out the lack of prison cells. She isn't as concerned about the content of their conversation; she is merely glad that it has steered away from anything that involves herself so personally. I'm beginning to think that this was a bad idea, she thinks, risking a glance at the human nothlit. She quickly looks back down when his eyes catch the light, the strange inhuman gen-modded reflection giving her the creeps.

[Gumby]

Fisher kept an eye on everyone they passed, the guards especially. Stepping to one side to let a particularly burly and tough scarred up human lumber past. Clutching the plasta-steel handle tightly, the material forming around his fingers, he let loose a faint "wow" under his breath as the oak-like man rounded a corner.

Come to think of it, everyone here was covered in scars; they all looked like they'd been put through a blender.  Jagged scars criss-crossed the bodily surfaces of almost, no of every person he’d seen here so far.

Speaking of blenders, a few of these people seemed to have been in the blender with someone else, this place must have some pretty good finances to afford genetic engineering on this level of magnitude. He skirted past a passing Andalite soldier who, besides tough enough to have been rubbed against every coral reef in the seven seas, had a very strong rather human-looking torso which doubled the centaur experience.

After at least ten or so minutes of walking, Fisher was about to pipe up and asks where the hell they were going when they stopped by a door with a label written in Galard stapled on. Frowning as he tried to remember his Galard classes back in basic training, he deciphered it as either “Inmate Salutation” or “Inane Coalition”, he couldn’t tell.

Regardless, the door slid open with a smooth hiss of hydraulics to reveal a man completely the opposite of the he-man guards they’d seen everywhere. Rather, he was tall and lanky with toned skin with ears flat against his head and eyes with an orange, no a golden tinge. Overall he looked really rather cat-like.

The hissed shut behind them and left them in relative darkness until the lights snapped on revealing the man to indeed have yellow eyes and brown hair. He briefly greeted Lee before saying that they could all dimorph save Mesa.

Fisher suddenly realized this was a general. Straightening up more he tried to look more soldier-like before the general recognized his son and nearly went ballistic, yelling that this was supposed to be an all-Andalite operation. Fisher heard this and, with the rest of his team, shot a questioning look at Lee as the General continued.

When the subject of the lack of prison cells and prisoners was brought up, Fisher smacked himself dead in forehead.

"Damn it!" He said aloud at his ignorance provoking the whispering humor of his colleagues.

"Nice going Major Clueless."

"Officer Dumbass is more like it." Fisher turned his head and snapped back quietly.

"Hey, I didn't see you guys pick any of it up!"

"No, but we're just lowly privates, what do we know?" Fisher turned around and shut them out, focusing intently on the scenario before him.

[BaronConall]

Arhareli isn't sure what exactly to make of the facility. These aren't the Andalite warriors she's used to. They're heavily scarred and most are even modified, some even seem to have introduced human genetics into their upper torso. They all seem so sure of their abilities that none even seem to swivel their stalk eyes.
There's a human term for it... ****y. They're all ****y. These aren't proud Andalite warriors. They're thugs. Hired muscle. They've probably forgotten how to use a tail-blade.

Arhareli leans on Marty for support for the majority of the walk, still not used to the human sense of balance. After what seems like an age of stumbling and hobbling, they come to a door. Upon entering, a wry man is revealed to be observing a single cell that seems to contain...
No... What use would that have here? Surely it doesn't hold...

The lights reveal another modified human, yet this ones modifications seem more... practical. Lee reveals him to be General Oran. It's only after and awkward greeting from his son that the General begins to chastise the group.
So, this was intended to be an exclusively Andalite excursion. Interesting. It's when the General refers to the cell they're observing, as well as Mesa's observation of there being no other cells in the facility that it all snaps together for Arhareli. Curse my only having two human eyes! How could I have not seen this! This is where they're keeping him!

"War-Prince Alloran," Reli says, finally speaking up, whilst demorphing at the same time, "I am Andalite." Her forelegs sprout forth and Reli falls forward, glad for the stability once more. As she finishes demorphing, Reli proceeds. <I am Arhareli-Winwall-Ajaht. Forgive my assumption in this instance, but if this prison is truly for one being, am I to assume that this is his cell?!> Reli can barely contain the hatred seethig from her. It can't be. She can't be mere feet away from that thing. That Abomination.


I listen to Jim, Chris and Mesa in their observations. They were going to find out eventually. It's Reli's question however, that brings me to respond.
Correct, Reli. This was War-Prince Alloran-Semitur-Corrass. He is now General Allan Oran. Tiberi has been indebted to General Oran for some time now. He helped him adjust to human life and helped him through his exile.  As for any prior agreement, that is a personal matter known only to the General and Tiberi.

The General seems to relax more at the presence of Reli. "Well met, Arhareli. I know of you. We may not have much to do on this facility, but many of the men here are avid tail-fighter enthusiasts, human and Andalite alike." The General pauses or a moment to think. If he could place his trust in human youths nearly a century ago, then surely I can, too. If I recall, his son was a part of that group, also.

The General sighs, heavily. "Fine. The situation is this; I am not entirely sure anymore as to whether these transmissions are Kelbrid."

I start at this, Why the sudden change of opinion?

"Because of the replies they're getting. True, there are transmissions being sent into Kelbrid space from this facility, but the replies that they're receiving carry a transmission signature that matches a Yeerk Blade Ship. A seventy year old Blade Ship."

Relis tenses at this news, <The Yeerks that fled at the end of the War?>

The General ****s his head to one side, "Curious that you are familiar with that information, but yes, most likely." General Oran looks through the glass at the black suitcase. "Your assumptions are correct, Arhareli. That case is constantly emitting Kandrona Rays to sustain its' occupant. He's been in isolation for over seven decades now. I can only guess at what' become of him." A cold smile crosses his lips, "And I can tell you that he deserves every moment of it." The General looks at everyone, "This entire ship is designed as the holding cell of Espling 9466-Prime. Formerly Visser Three, Formerly Visser One. Leader of the Invasion of Earth during the Yeerk-Andalite War."

The General pauses to reflect, "I was his host. As disgraced an Andalite as I was, I was still the Abomination. The things that were caused, the lives that were lost from the use of my own body... Even being freed was not enough for me. I needed to start again. My sons were killed in the final battles, my wife, Jahar, her heart could not take anymore loss and she too passed. I started again, here on earth in self-exile." The General looks at Shaun, "I fathered a new family, I found new happiness, yet I still felt the guilt of what I had done and been made to do. The only way I could think to make amends was to dedicate the rest of my life to seeing out the rest of his, to make sure he could never repeat his actions again."
The General looks at Shaun intently, while addressing everyone as a group. "But these transmissions. I fear that the remaining Yeerks intend to return, to reclaim him. I cannot let that happen I need him relocated until the source of these transmissions is uncovered." The General continues to look at Shaun, "I know that I have kept much from you, son, but I never lied to your mother about my past.I know that I have been hard and demanding, but it was always to prepare you from a world I am far too weary of. In a way, I'm glad you're here, Shaun. I know that you can do this. I know that you will make me proud and continue what I have started. I know you will prevent his freedom."

Suddenly, an explosion rocks the ship, shaking the ground. In that split second two things happen; first, there is a shimmer, almost impossible to see behind the General. Without warning, blade appears from General Oran's chest, exactly where his human heart is.
The second thing to happen is the lights flicker and explode in a bright flash, sending the entire station into darkness.
A second explosion rips the door away behind you all, sending you into the black depths of unconsciousness.

When you all awake, it's in a pitch black room. You have no idea where you are, or if you're even alone. Your hands and feet are shackled, tentacles bound and blades sheathed. All weapons have been removed.

[Cobra (Gymn)]

Chris had gasped at the information that Visser three was in the next room. He was almost sorry for General Oran. He had always how it would feel for you to be associated with the worst evil of your lifetime by being captured and enslaved. The the world went black and when he awoke he was bound and it was pitch black. He realized that his glasses were missing. "Oh well. I can still see somewhat without them." he murmured to himself. "Guys?" He whispered, "Are you there?"

[warren_bearclaw]

"I am here Chris." Marty said. "It's good to hear you're awake." Flashes of the past few moments of his memory surface in his mind. None of it made sense. The last thing he remembered was Gener... Alloran voicing his doubts of the transmissions' origins. He remembered the revelation of the man's identity, and who the prisoner was in the next room, Visser Three. But he couldn't remember why he was where he was now. "What happened, Chris? I don't remember how we got here."

[Cobra (Gymn)]

"I'm not sure. I think someone killed Alloran and knocked us out. Yeerks?" He shrugged. "Any ideas where we are?"

[Terenia]

Reyna has always been a fan of history, especially pertaining to the Yeerk-Andalite war, and when the true identity of Allan Oren is revealed her eyes widen in surprise and fascination, her brain kicking into overdrive. This is the Alloran. He's been closer to the Yeerks - true Yeerks - than anyone else living. He was The Abomination! A thousand questions flood her mind, but before she can so much as open her mouth events take a turn for the worse.

For a moment she is certain her eyes are deveiving her. It appears as though a blade is emerging from Alloran's chest. Then the blood begins to flow, thick and dark, removing all doubt. Reyna feels the blood in her own face retreating as she blanches in horror. She has a moment to contemplate retreat before her world goes black.


When Reyna comes to she can see very little; her vision is still blurry from whatever knocked her out. Squinting she can just make out the wounded visage of General Oran, on his hands and knees, progressing towards her. Beyond the General, she appears to be alone in the room.

Oran - Alloran - crawls towards her over the floor, which is slick with his own blood. When he speaks his voice reveals the pain he must be in. His voice is low and through her own disorientation she can barely make out the words. Those she does understand make little sense to her. He seems to be asking for forgiveness and...Contain him? Who? What's going on? Contain who?

She opens her mouth once more, wanting to ask him what was going on, but stops abruptly when she feels something damp touch her. Something moist and disturbingly warm was touching her ear. The General coughs up blood, and When he speaks again he has pulled something from his pocket that looks like a primitive music player. His last words she makes out clearly.

"Portable direct Kandrona Rays. Battery life... for a century... Tell Shaun... Proud..."

The General collapses and Reyna slips back under a wave of blackness.

[Gumby]

The reason for the surprising lack of prison cells suddenly came into view, also the reason for such a large group of large guards. As Lee and the General talked, Fisher’s eyes shot open at the revelation of this man, this General is the former War Prince Alloran, host of Visser Three/One.

Before he could say anything more, it was quickly explained that this entire facility was designed to be the ultimate prison, the resting place of that murderous slug Esplin Nine Four Double Six Prime. Fisher raised his eyebrows in surprise, looking from first the case, the creatures prison, and then to his teammates.

They seemed surprised as he was, well they were Fisher assumed. While they all knew well of the former Vissers terrible crimes, he was treated like the humans of 2010 treated Hitler. He was the subject of thousands of jokes, documentaries, movies, novels and even some fanatical fan-sites supporting him and/or calling him God among other things. Fisher, while he knew he was a horrible creature, had no real personal feelings of hate towards him and thus, didn’t really respond much.

But when he heard the possibility of allies attempting to rescue him from his just incarnation at this facility, well, Fisher began to pay more attention, though it did not and could not prepare him for what happened next.

There was a shimmering of light from behind the General immediately and quickly followed by a terrible sight. Like some gruesome flower, a blade suddenly sprouted from the General’s chest where his heart was located.

Fisher, an avid horror movie watched and a fan of the ancient Alien franchise, reacted as one would expect. In a flash the gun was up and the safety was off as Fisher was yelling near-hysterically

“What the hell!?” Before he could do anything however the lights exploded, throwing them all into darkness. As the panic began to set in, a second explosion blew open the door they’d came in, right behind Fisher and his men.

Their high-impact blast armor saved them from major damage, but they were swept away into unconsciousness none-the-less.

Fisher came to with a start, swinging his arm ready to fight. This was met with a tugging pain as the shackles bounding his arms and legs resisted his movement. Crunching back in pain, Fisher began waking up and looking around, taking in his surroundings.

Useless, the room was pitch black. He could his armor stripped away, weapons too. He was effectively shackled to something, presumably a wall. He remembered his friends, calling out loudly.

“Fireteam, report!” There a brief silence, then his comrades echoing replies.

“Baxter here!”

“Johan here!”

“Ben-David here!” Good, that was taking care of. Shouting out into the darkness, fisher called out. “Lee, what the hell just happened?”

[BaronConall]

Arhareli, Kage and I come to around the same time as everyone else. The first thing we hear is Chris and Marty, followed by Fisher doing a head count.

<I am here too.> Arhareli replies, memories flooding her. The facility, the lights... The Abomination!!! she thinks, with a start, That was the attack! They took the Abomination from his cell! Arhareli attempts move only to find her hooves hackled and her tail-blade sheated and handcuffed to her hands. <I cannot move!> She calls out, in a panic. The room seem dark and incredibly small, not good for an Andalite.

"Neither can I." Replies Kage, his hands and feet similarly bound and his blades sheathed by what seems to be some sort of metallic material. "I recall the General being wounded in one of his hearts and then the lights went out."

Someone hit the prison with a high-yield EMP. I speak up. The General is most likely dead, Kage. humans only have one heart. This is not good. No Tiberi. No Oran. I have no sources at all. Looks like it's trial by fire now. Now we can see if Tiberi's gamble with this group really paid off. Wait! Shaun!
Shaun, are you ok?! I call out, searching for his mind. Who knows how he felt, having just seen his father die. The best part about Leeran at least was that you knew f you were truly alone in the dark. The best part of being Leeran...
Arhareli! I call out in realization, How long have we been unconscious?

This brings Arhareli back to some sense of calm. A problem that required an answer was still a distraction, at least. <We must have been kept sedated if we are all waking at the same time.> She muses, looking into her biological clock. <It seems we have been sedated for...> Oh no...
Arhareli look for me out of reflex, but realizes that she cannot see me in the dark. <I'm so sorry, Lee. But we have been unconscious for two earth days.>

[Gumby]

Fisher struggled against his bonds uselessly, then said with disgust.

"I thought the prison would be protected against EMP blasts, most military installations are after all." Upon hearing how long they had been out, Fisher felt two feelings. One he felt terrible for Lee, being stuck as Leeran for bloody ever, and two he felt relieved he hadn't morphed, his men either.

[warren_bearclaw]

"It must have been from inside the prison. Or perhaps the defense systems were shut down prior to the blast." The attack was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. The others were waking up quickly now. "We should be careful what we say. I think we may not be alone here."

[BaronConall]

Fisher's question snaps me out of my daze. What am I supposed to do now?
True, Corporal. Given the nature of the prison, it should have been protected against such an attack. However, since it seems that the facility had been infiltrated by either Kelbrid or Yeerks, it would make sense that they disabled such protocols.

This is not how I had this all planned. Curse it all! What's the expression... It seems like every hand I've dealt... Fell down like a house of cards?

[Gumby]

Of course, an inside job. If fisher ever got his hand s on whoever did, it, that’d be a dark day for that individual. But until then they had to do something, escape possibly. Hmm, Fisher wondered if they’d disabled his emergency transponder.

Speaking calmly and clearly, Fisher carefully said the activation code. If it was still working, it should send an emergency signal to the nearest UNSN outpost.

“Alpha-Delta-Zulu-Foxtrot-Niner-Niner-Zero.” Silence, then again. “Alpha-Delta-Zulu-Foxtrot-Niner-Niner-Zero.” Nothing, it was dead. He let out a curse, and then returned to finding out a situation. There was no breaking out of the shackles, that for certain. It was pitch black so he couldn’t see the exit either; their best bet was to wait for someone to come to them. “Do you suppose they’ll be coming down to get us now we are awake? They must want something with us, they wouldn’t just capture us just so we could rot in this hole.” He wondered.

[BaronConall]

I do not know. I answer, pulling at my shackled tentacles, But these shackles seem to react to my movement, constricting and changing to suit form. I don't think we could even morph out of them.

Across the room, the voice of a stranger speaks up from the darkness. <Correct, stranger.> The voice seems harmonious, cheerful even, but there is still despair in its' voice. <All Kelbrid prisons are morph-secure.>

[warren_bearclaw]

"I figured we weren't in Kansas anymore..." Marty mutters. Marty tries pulling on the shackles again himself. He doesn't so much as gain an inch from his efforts. This was very good, and very interesting, technology. They were in a Kelbrid Prison, or so they were to believe.