The Sharing: Rebellion From Within

[Qwerty the Charliecorn]

((Oh yeah... I'll go edit that. Thanks for the reminder. )

[Myitt]

"Neither do we," Myitt droned.  "But we're kind of stuck in this war whether we like it or not.  Our normal lives were disrupted as well, because we didn't want to go on fighting for something that was destroying innocent people.  I can't just go waltzing into a Sharing meeting, even under false identities and different hosts it's a huge risk for us.  I'm willing to bet Corliss can't go back now either, seeing how we managed to rescue you two without anyone noticing."  She glanced heatedly at her brother.

"I'm sorry, did you have a better idea?" Corliss replied pleasantly.  "At least they're here, they're two less humans the Empire can take."

"And two more unwilling recruits to a civil war," Myitt sighed.  "Well, at least the view is nice."  She shrugged and glanced back out at the Wyoming landscape.  "Look on the bright side, no one's been tracking us yet.  No Imperial hails or evidence of a tracking device.  That's got to be a good sign, right?"

Corliss eyed Michael and Aurora again. "Well.  I suppose it is, yeah.  Listen mates, we know this is a lot to take in right now.  We can't just ask you to be infested and get on with your lives, but that might be the only way you can return home, if you allow two of our people, two members of the rebellion, to sort of guide you through the inevitable explanation as to why you were taken away in a Bug fighter in plain view of the city.  If that happens, there's a chance you and your Yeerks would be questioned, perhaps...quite brutally.  Unless the Empire decides to believe whatever cover story we can conjure, and we do have ways of making it remotely believable.  Otherwise you can stay with us, with a Yeerk or not, and try to survive along with everyone else.  We are after all trying to stop this from happening."

"Makes you feel kinda noble, in a 'I've got a bad feeling about this' sort of way," Myitt added flatly.

[morfowt]

"I've got a bad feeling about this" Michael joked, "but I'm in. What's my Yeerk's name?"

[Myitt]

Myitt and Corliss looked at each other.  Myitt shrugged.  "I have no idea, we'll have to wait and see what Reven says," she mused aloud. 

"There aren't many of us without hosts, mostly because the base of operations they all work from is...quite far away," Corliss explained.  "It's difficult to organize guerilla attacks with nothing more than a pool full of hostless Yeerks.  But we have a few friends who have lost their hosts, or have agreed to leave society and provide military intelligence from our pools.  There are ways of communicating even in our natural state--we do have a language--and we have ways of accessing computer systems.  But we are blind, and quite helpless to do much else without a host."

"Maybe Nerset," Myitt wondered to herself.  "He lost Jill in Chicago..."

"Point is, we just won't know who you'd be receiving until we discuss this with our people," Corliss said patiently.  He looked at Tia.  "As for you, I'm assuming you have no qualms about coming with us?  The other alternatives aren't very good right now, I'm sure you're aware.  The Empire will try to find all of us, going back will only bring ourselves right to them."

((Yup, forgot to address Tia instead of Norpo xD))

[traycon3]

"If I'm in, he's in," Tia replied, indicating the still floating Yeerk. "Sorry, but there are just times where you don't get much say in what I do." She frowned. "Anyone got the time? He needs to come out sooner or later."

[Myitt]

Myitt glanced at a normal black wristwatch, pulling back her black jacket sleeve.  "He's been in there for a little over an hour," she replied.  "It's ten-thirty.  It depends on how hungry he was, but he should be fine." She shrugged.

[traycon3]

"Great. Then I'll just grab him. Anyone with weak stomachs might want to just leave the room for this because, if you think it's nasty when he comes out, wait till he goes back in." She smiled and thrust her hand into the small "pool", grabbing the Yeerk. She lifted it near her ear and flattened out her palm calmly. She barely payed attention as the Yeerk slid into her ear, making his way to her brain. "Now what have you gotten us into?" Norpo grumbled aloud after skimming her memories and seeing what had gone on.

((I figured that happened. That's why I made sure to have Tia react. But at least you didn't mix up characters on a completely different rp like I did earlier this week...XD))

[Terenia]

Aurora watched Norpo re-enter Tia. It wasn't quite as bad this time, since she knew what to expect. But it still made her stomach churn unpleasantly.

"I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?" She said as soon as she tore her eyes away from Tia/Norpo. "I can stay here on the run, without a Yeerk, or I can take one and end up doing whatever it wants. Which might include going home and might not. There's no third option, is there?"

She sighed a bit, "Alright, then. I guess....I guess I'm in."

[Myitt]

"I wish there were some other way," Corliss said sympathetically.

"Yeah, life's a b*tch sometimes," Myitt's host Tara murmured. 

((Yeah, it happens, these things can get so damn confusing    ))

[Terenia]

"Yeah." Aurora agrees with a sigh, "It sure is. Alright, then. What's the plan? What do we do next?"

[Myitt]

"Well, since you're both in agreement, I'd say it's time we got the quick tour of Yellowstone.  As in, we're leaving.  Right now," Myitt said, rubbing her hands together.  "Corliss, secure the pool, the Rockies always send me tossing around..."

"Whatever you say sir, yes sir," Corliss said with a smirk and a little salute.  He bolted the plastic tub down with a couple of black metal clamps, then stuck the plastic lid on.  "Wouldn't want this stuff to go sloshing around, you ever 'ad to clean this stuff up?" He smiled at Norpo. 

"I suggest you guys hold on to something again, better yet, sit down in those chairs.  They were designed for a reason," Myitt added as she walked back toward the control panel, across the cabin from the storage room.  The little ship revs and whines as bright white energy fires up in the twin atmospheric engines.  The floors start to thrum with a low and unhealthy sound, and the ship jolts slightly as it starts to lift up off the rocky ground.  Outside, the scenery is dulled by gusts of dirt thrown up by the ship's windy takeoff. 

[Terenia]

"Right." Aurora scrambled to a seat, holding on to the sides tightly. She was significantly calmer than she had been the previous night, which meant that she had time to pay attention to the rocking motion of the ship as it blew through the wind. She hoped her tendency for motion sickness wouldn't show itself.

"So, uh, does this thing have a name?" She asked, trying to distract herself, "It doesn't look much like a flying saucer."

[morfowt]

"Why in or out of this world does a spaceship need a name? Just call it a spaceship." Michael said. He was standing near the front sort of behind Tara. He liked watching the scenery as they took off.

[Myitt]

"Originally these ships were designed to resemble Hork-Bajir, a race our people had just conquered.  Don't worry, you'll get to see plenty of them soon enough.  But some people decided when they were built that they looked more like insects, so a pretty good translation of what we call them would be a 'Bug fighter'.  I don't name my ships, I know that's a very human convention," Myitt said, manipulating the controls.  "Even the Andalites have a sort of sentimental attachment to their machines.  Me, I'd feel that way about anything that saves my sorry *ss every day..." She glanced back at Aurora and Michael, smiling.  "I just don't name inanimate objects."

"Sure feels pretty animated right now, mate," Corliss said, staggering back into one of the white chairs stuck to the wall.  As he does so, snakey sort of translucent wires melt out of the sides of the chair, securing him in like a living seatbelt, criss-crossed across his chest.

The ship rises up over the Rockies, powering away from the beautiful expanse of tree covered emptiness. 

[yrkd88]

"Well I sure as hell didn't get any explanation either!" Denise yelled her face flushed with anger and frustration, as the two men continued to make grabs for her. She swung in the letter opener in her hand towards one of the men's chest, but he easily blocked it and sent the sharpened utensil flying out of her hand.

"No!" she cried kicking one of the men hard in a rather...sensitive place, making him stumble back partially in pain. While she was fending off the man she had kicked, the other one had succeeded in getting a good grip on her. His strong muscular arms nearly crushing the young woman's very slender waist.

"LET ME GO YOU BASTARDS!!!" she screamed as she began struggling in the other man's iron grip. She went still and ceased her wild struggles as the man holding her threatened to shoot if she didn't stop.

Denise was sick with fear in addition to feeling betrayed. She had no idea what would happen to her, but she knew that whatever it was, it wouldn't be pleasant. "I swear one of these days, I'm gonna make you pay for this" she hissed venomously as Illrid, as the yeerk pressed a button that activated some kind of door.

Her green eyes shone bright with ferocity and defiance towards Illrid and her captors, as she felt herself being dragged towards the newly opened door.