Animorphs: Ressurection

[warren_bearclaw]

<Yeah... yeah, it's me. It's.. .too heavy.>

The Pemalites parted to let Shaun and Mesa through. They seemed to get over their hero-worship well enough to realize that one of the group was in need of help, and they all joined in, tossing rubble aside.

Marty crawled out, covered in dust and gashes, his paw obviously damaged. <Thanks. I -> He gave a sharp yip after putting too much wait on that paw. <-I need to demorph guys.> As he began doing so, he asked: <What happened?>

<You saved us.> Ehruf had pushed through the small crowd, still clutching his spear. <You fought honorably. How you ended up here, I do not know. But nonetheless, we are grateful.> He looked at each of the morphers, even the ones still on the ship, ensuring that it was understood he meant that as thanks to all of them.

[Cobra (Gymn)]

Chris stepped to the side as Shaun and Mesa helped Marty. He was out of energy. He had morphed and demorphed twice in the last half hour. He leaned against the wall.

[Estelore]

Arhareli observed the proceedings from the ship, letting the work be done by more efficient hands.
The group will be craving rest soon, even the freshest of us. Even so, we should be able to restock the ship with things to eat, before we leave.

[Cobra (Gymn)]

Chris walked slowly back to the ship. He really just wanted to rest. As he walked up the ramp and into the ship he noticed Reli. He nodded to her and lay down against the wall.

[Estelore]

<<It is good to have you returned to us alive. We will depart shortly; go ahead and get some sleep if you can, Chris.>>
He has been through much in a very short time... I don't want him to feel obligated to stay awake, especially in case we eventually need him to morph again.

[warren_bearclaw]

Marty demorphed. Now standing in the desert village in just his black morphing suit, his feet hurt. "I'm sorry, I must have missed something. What are you thanking me for?"

<Not just you, but your entire group. We couldn't have fought off the whole pack at once. Maybe before, but we've lost too many; we are no longer strong enough.> Ehruf said.

Marty looked at Shaun and Mesa. "I don't ... get it. How long was I out?"

[Cobra (Gymn)]

"Huh...oh...yeah...t hanks." Chris had literally been asleep on he feet there. He tried to get some sleep and was out cold within a minute.

[Gumby]

So, the lost lambs returned?

It sure seemed so, Marty was back and so was Chris. This made little sense to Fisher, why did it just dump them and then take off? On the other hand, things had stopped making sense awhile ago.

The Pemalites sure didn't care, they were as pleased as punch about all of this and Fisher guessed he should be too, and he was really. It was great they were alive and all, but still confusing all the same.

Whatever, he just really wanted to pack up and get back to Earth. he shrugged his shoulders and leaned against the ship entrance, the hot alien sun beating down on his face. The Pemalites hero-worship was dying down now, and it appeared Marty was just as confused as Fisher while Chris seemed ready fall sleep on his fee-nevermind, he was.

Fisher didn't say much, just watched everything happen. The jerry-rigged shredder hung loosely in his hand, he didn't have anywhere to put it yet. Now he was just ready to go, providing they could fly this tub without smashing into a black hole or something. He held up hi hand and called out to the others,

"Hoi, shouldn't we stock up and roll out? We should probably get back to Earth ASAP."

[Terenia]

Reyna lifted her head briefly, ears pricking forward to catch bits of conversation from outside. Something had happened, some excitement had come and gone while she was lost in her own thoughts. She contemplated getting to her feet, going to see that everyone was okay, but could not muster the energy. For some reason her thoughts drifted to her History classes in school, to the lessons about the Yeerk who now inhabited her head.

What had they said about him? A cruel and methodical killer, with no regard for the sanctity of life. Even his fellow barbarian Yeerks often became his victims. That's right. He had committed dozens of acts of brutality that were known, and probably hundreds that were not. A small shudder ran through her wolf body. All of that evil is living in my head, she realized. Brain dead, unable to think or feel for himself, Esplin 9466 was a part of her.

Suddenly, Reyna's head snaps up, her ears pricked all the way forward and nose twitching. Nothing has changed, but she could have sworn she felt someone's eyes on her. But no, everyone was still busy outside. She put her head back down on the floor.

[Estelore]

Reli called out to those of the group still outside the ship.

<The sooner everybody has boarded, the sooner we can all be demorphed, rested, and on our way back to Earth.>

[Horsefan1023 (Seal)]

Mesa's ears flicked.  <Do you mean those other Earth animals we saw?>  She asked cautiously.  <The ones who chased the Kel-hounds off?>  She glanced up at Reli, and took a pace towards here, but paused, glancing back at Ehruf.  <Because...those were not of our group.  I was wondering where they came from myself.>  Cha-Ma-Mib, she thought in exasperation.  All I wanted was a new life...not danger on a sun-cycle basis.

[warren_bearclaw]

*Post Rapture stole my bump, and I don't care to rewrite it all nice and pretty. *

Marty wasn't sure if he should follow Fisher and Reli and lead the others in leaving for the ship, or not. Ehruf was confused, maybe even concerned, when Mesa said that they weren't the Earthen creatures who had rescued them. The crowd murmured, wondering <What does this mean?> Just then, the tribal elder came through, and the crowd parted with a respectful hush. She bore a hard expression, and after a moment's silence, she asked <We are grateful. How may we repay you?> Marty looked back at Reli. This wasn't his decision.

[Gumby]

Now Fisher normally would have been perfectly fine with accepting gifts from these people normally, but after being captured, starved, and attacked all n an alien planet he was really just itching to get home as fast as humanly possible. So he let out no small exasperated sigh at the Pemalite's offer of repayment.

Wiping some sweat from his fatigue-lined face, he sighed again and looked the Pemalite elder straight in the eye and, with as civil a voice as he could manage at the time, said:

"Listen, sir, there are no thanks necessary. We just did what was the right thing to do, and we really don't need any much for repayment, just some provisions for our journey back home." Fisher inwardly cringed at the cheesiness of what he said, but kept a straight face and waited for an answer.

[Estelore]

((Sorry, was outta' town. Thanks!))

<Agreed; provisions, and if possible, fuel for our ship, would be greatly appreciated.>

[Horsefan1023 (Seal)]

Mesa decided to just kind of go along with it.  She began to slowly demorph, suddenly craving the sound of the minds that would fill the silence in the back of her head.  She stayed silent, however, the others already have spoken for her.