|RYFEL
Ryfel watched as the being created a wall of ice around the village. Clearly they were powerful...they looked primitive, but they might be powerful enough to help defeat the Jantenza. Yes...an alliance could sometimes be beneficial.
"Here me, my fellow life-forms! There is a plague! A plague like no other! They are reptilian, destructive and intelligent. They systematically slaughtered my own people! And in time, if you are so unfortunate, they will find you, and destroy you! I have come to bring a few chosen ones to take with me in my quest for justice!"
He pointed to Tempest, "You! You seem to be their leader! Choose 3 or 4 of your best warriors, and come with me. We will defeat the Jantenza menace!"
((Hey, I've been thinking. I usually give my technological giants a special technological power. What if they had a...static surge or something that allowed them to shut down computerized systems on a ship? And just to ground this to animorphs, I think I'll create a new canon species character.))
|XAERO-OLIGAR-ULAHAAN
War-Prince Xaero-Oligar-Ulahaan strode onto the Battle Bridge of the Dome Ship WarVeteran. He'd just been transfered from the Elfangor, and now had his very own ship. But that was all good news. It meant now he was responsible for an entire Dome Ship. And they were in times of war...
The Jantenza were a menace. Although it was better to fight the Jantenza and die than to fight the Yeerks and be captured, it looked like the Jantenza might just win. The Kelbrid were having their own troubles with the Jantenza, but didn't want anyone to help them. But...that wasn't much different from the Andalites. The Alliance, a federation made of Andalites, Humans, Hork-Bajir, some Yeerk nothlits and the Leerans, was doing it's best to protect itself, but the Andalites seemed to be testing the waters alone. Humans, Hork-Bajir, Yeerk nothlits and Leerans all were working together, but the Andalites were too prideful to except any help.
<Warrior Sewitan, status report.>, Xaero demanded.
<All systems functioning properly, ready for battle, sir.>
<Very good.>, Xaero stated simply.
But the truth was, Xaero was afraid. Afraid to face the Jantenza. So, he plotted the most obscure coordinates he could.
<Take us to...position H-3801.4, V-835.1.>, He said.
Although hesitant to just wander around the galaxy waiting for the Jantenza to come to them, as he knew the War-Prince was doing, Sewitan plotted the course, <Aye, sir. Preparing to translate to Z-space.>
A few seconds later, they were in the blank whiteness of Zero Space...and unwittingly on their way to the lush world orbited by Jantenza.