Animorphs: Ressurection

[Estelore]

Arhareli settled a bit and forced herself not to let any of her eyes settle to stare at the Yeerk Descendant for longer than she looked at anybody else in the room.

<Very well.  I suppose now we await the proposition to be made.>

[warren_bearclaw]

((Sorry for the wait... late shift tonight....)))

The letter had been a pleasant surprise for Marty Wells. He had hoped to intern at GT&T during his third year at the university, but apparently, they were wanting him to join much sooner than he'd applied for. Which was alright for him. This experience would be great, and he was sure to enjoy it.

He'd left early enough to make it in time for the meeting, but the shuttle had had some mechanical delays. He had offered his assistance to the driver, but he'd refused to allow 'some college brat' touch his vehicle. When he finally arrived at the magnificent building, Marty realized that 'magnificent' wasn't an appropriate word. But then again, he didn't think the English Language had one to describe this place. It was a mesmerizing blend of organic and fabricated infrastructure, a true marvel of design and architecture. He knew several people who'd come here just to look in awe. He entered the building, with the acceptance letter in hand, through the door embossed with the GT&T logo. Marty found himself in a room full of people, or beings, rather. There were six humans, an Andalite, and a Leeran. He'd been around Andalites before, more than once actually. But he'd never been near a Leeran, and the psychic abilities of that species intrigued him. The group seemed to be sharing small talk, probably introductions. Several people looked at him when he entered, so he held up a hand in a gesture of friendly greeting.

“Hello. I'm Marty. It's sure nice to meet each of you. Are you all here for intern positions as well?”

[BaronConall]

"Ah, Marty, welcome. I believe Tiberius is waiting, shall we all?"

I motion with my hand towards the parting oak doors, making my way into the office of Tiberius Marx. The room is completely devoid of furniture, save for one, massive hard-light holo-monitor near the end of the room and a small door to the right. The office itself is identical to the waiting room in it's splendor. Lying in the grass next to the holo-monitor is a man who you can only assume to be Tiberius Marx.
Rising to his feet, he is a 5'11" caucasian man with a slender figure and clothing that seems too loose for him. His eyes are green and his hair is midnight blue, most likely due to folicle manipulation. He carries himself proudly across the room to greet you.

"Welcome, all!" he exclaims, shaking hands and tentacles alike in greeting, save for Reli, who he pauses in front of, placing his right hand first on her right shoulder, then on her left, keeping his head bowed and avoiding eye contact.

"Sir," I speak up, "If I may, I am nearing my 4 o'clock appointment?"

"Ah, yes, by all means, Lee. Thank you for showing our guests in."

With that, I take my leave, exiting through the door on the right. Regardless of space, the climate is too dry in here. Tiberius needs to consider greatly increasing the humidity in here.

"Now then," says Tiberius, gesturing towards the grass, "Please, have a seat, I'm sure you have much you would like answered."

[warren_bearclaw]

Marty shakes Mr. Tiberius' hand firmly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." He then sits cross-legged in the grass, amused by the lack of conventional furniture. The room had a very appealing taste to it. He hears that the man who'd led them into the office was named Lee... he stored that information away for future reference.

[Terenia]

Reyna watches as the oak doors open on command. Her brown eyes grow wide when her identity is revealed. I shouldn't be surprised, she reminds herself. My status is written an all official documents. Still, the thorough background check combined with being in close proximity of a Leeran made Reyna incredibly uncomfortable and when the Andalite addresses her she jumps nearly a foot into the air.

"Um...thank you," Reyna says in a barely audible whisper. Her face clearly reveals her fear. I've never been this close to an Andalite before. What if it's lying? What if it attacks me? I'm so dead.

Reyna is not given time to dwell, however. She is led into the next room, where Tiberius is introduced. Strange names have become popular these days. She shakes his hand when he offers, but withdraws it quickly, her eyes flitting around the room as if in search for an escape route.

[A ghost you know]

Jim raised an eyebrow as each person's background was revealed. GT&T was certainly thorough, all right. He couldn't help but feel sorry for Reyna, though. She was clearly unhappy and afraid at having her Descendant status revealed. 4th generation and still the old anti-Yeerk prejudice sticks. How bloody long is it going to take before people figure out that Yeerk Descendants aren't Yeerks?!?

He followed the others to the other room and shook Mr. Tiberius' hand. "Nice to meet you, sir," he said, and took a seat in the grass next to Marty.

He noticed Reyna, apparently still jittery, quickly glancing around the room. Just for a second her eyes met his and he flashed her a sympathetic smile.

[Gumby]

Fisher heard, or felt, or thought or whatever, the Andalite talking to him, or into him. Turning his head to face the mouthless alien, he answered semi-casually.

"Eh, never heard of her, sorry. I'm usually stationed on the outskirts so there's not many aliens around there." Then shortly afterwards a man stepped forward and introduced them to each other. Fisher stiffened when he heard his name called, he wasn't sure what was going on here but he would bet a weeks R&R that it wasn't about a job application.

As the final member of their group came in and they were ushered into Tiberius's quarters, Fisher stiffened and became more and more formal, what he did when he got stressed. Marx was a strange looking fellow for sure, particularly his blue hair. Ugh, Fisher hated color-heads.

He got up from the grass-covered floor (yes, grass!) And warmly shook their hands save the Yeerk descendant. Fisher rolled his eyes at this but said nothing. As he dismissed their escort, 'Lee,' he told them the obvious, that they had questions for him. Gestured to the grassy floor, Fisher awkwardly sat down and looked up. He was right, Fisher did have questions.

"Sir, I must say that while I appreciate your hospitality, I never applied for a position within your company." He said respectively.

[BaronConall]

Tiberius smiles and acknowledges Corporal Fisher being the first to say what, undoubtedly, some of the room are thinking.

"Your skill set acted as your application in this instance, Corporal. I'm sure you are familiar with this practice, considering your military background. As is Reli, I believe."

[warren_bearclaw]

Marty made a mental note of the two mentioned to have military experience. That was always good to know. And one of them was even designated by rank. That was the one behaving in very sharp, formal military manner. No surprise there. The code of conduct and honor within militaries past and present was a very interesting subject, and it was quite impressive to see it carried out in such precise fashion. Marty though it was odd that neither of them had sought out this position. Perhaps there was more going on here than he thought.

"I'm not sure I understand... Is this about the intern position, or something different?"

[A ghost you know]

"Then what acts as my application?" Jim queried. "I don't even have a formal degree yet, not even a high school diploma."

[Horsefan1023 (Seal)]

When Reli offered to be an ally of sorts, Mesa was very glad.  Thank you, she said politely--and privately--to the Andalite.  She directed her psychic so only Reli could hear it, like thought-speak. Not being human on Earth is difficult.  I'm sure you understand.  I do not understand your prejudice, however, she thought to herself.  A Yeerk Descendant is not a Yeerk.

Mesa responded to Lee privately as well.  She reminded herself that the others couldn't hear what he was thinking, and there was no need to really confuse them.  The noise and the prejudice.  People don't like their thoughts being heard by a Leeran.  And I missed the water.  And yes, I was born on the Te Isle

When they were ushered into Tiberius' room, she resisted from probing his mind.  It wasn't polite.  He seemed friendly, with nothing devious in store.  And he did shake her tentacle, which most people didn't do.  I was also wondering what my...qualification would be, she said, talking to everyone in the room again.  Most people avoid a Leeran.  And I do not have much technical experience.

[Cobra (Gymn)]

Chris shook Tiberius's hand trying not to show his excitement. "Am I the only person in here who responded to the comm message positively?" He sat down and cracked his knuckles. It was a nervous habit of his.

[Terenia]

Reyna took a small, almost imperceptible step away from the growing crowd. She was interested in answers herself, but she was also incredibly anxious. One of her frantic glances caught the eye of one of the younger 'applicants'. Jim, I think he was called. She manages a ghost of a smile back at him, but it fades quickly, her brows drawing together as though she is mentally chastising herself.

Don't make friends. Just find out what this is all about and then get home.

[A ghost you know]

"I was interested in the comm message too, but I didn't think anything would happen at least until I had a few years of college under my belt," Jim answered, only half paying attention to Chris. He wanted to see what Tiberius would say.

[Horsefan1023 (Seal)]

It irritated Mesa, in a way, Reyna's discomfort.  No one should have to feel so insecure in life, to the point of not making friends.  She thought, but resisted talking to the girl.  If she had emotional baggage that she wanted to deal with herself, so be it. 

Her curiosity was almost overwhelming her.  What was Reli like, under the instinctive Yeerk prejudice?  What was Reyna's past?  And most of all, what did Tiberius want?  But she still resisted, for some reason.  She had a feeling this probably was not about communication, however.  Reli and Fisher were warriors.  A marine and a tail-blade fighter.  Did that have something to do with it?