Original Animorphs RP

[The Spectre]

(SAM)

I jog next to her. She looks Ok for someone who's just been stabbed, but Shaun doesn't. He seems alive but just barely.
Where was Marco? I couldn't call him for his name. It would be suicide <Gorilla, gorilla bring your big hairy ass over here! How you doing with the cages?>

(JAKE)

Tom slowly crawls from his cage. He stands up, none of us says anything but he understands. He sprints as fast as his human legs carry him towards the staircase.
Then I must make a decision, a terrible one <Fall back! We're getting hammerd! Take any hosts you have freed!> I can only hope that among the confusion Cassie has escaped.
But the hope dies quickly.
The Hork-Bajir are forming ranks, almost ignoring us.
Then I see why. A blue alien, almost identical to Ax and yet completly different: Visser 3.
 

[Doomhawk]

I didn't know what to do, I was irritable, trying to suppress panic.

Tobias said to focus. How could I focus?! I was standing here watching someone I didn't know well die when he was in here going through it all with us. It was alright for the red-tail, he was up there, free from the blood, the injuries, the horror. But even if in that split second I wanted to shout at him, I couldn't. He'd told me to concentrate and it had snapped me out of it for a moment. He'd somehow managed to bring me back from the all-too-real warzone right now. I wanted suddenly to tell him to stay in the air, stay safe, get out. Get out and demorph and go home and live a normal life. I wanted to shield him from this all.

And then Sam jogged towards me, checking me over. I automatically pointed out,

<Just a flesh wound for a jaguar.> It was bleeding at a steady but slow trickle. There was too much adrenalin to even feel it right now. I wondered if he'd told us why he could thought-speak. Might be something to do with his parents- I felt my thoughts take a weird direction as if trying to hide from everything by thinking about all the unimportant things. I shook it off, though there was one thought that remained. He'd not allowed Jake to shield him when I was lost to instincts. He'd stepped out. And now, even when I had what was a flesh wound, even if it looked more than that, he was concerned about me.

I was saved from more torment by Jake telling us to pull back. My first instincts were to go. Second were to stay behind and defend Shaun until Marco could get here. Third were to get out of here... I'd just seen Sam wrench open a cage with his bare power. Could I really leave him? After what seemed like forever but only took seconds thanks to the adrenalin, I decided to leave him to protect Shaun and I bounded away again, searching for Cassie and heading towards the tiger prowling around. But something was not right. The Hork-Bajir, who I realised in the jaguar mind were lone weaklings, were forming up. Forming a pack. I looked over to them and saw... another Ax. Another Elfangor. But the complete opposite. The jaguar in me didn't shiver. It stayed cautious yet ready for battle. I ran over to Jake as quickly as I could, claws clattering against the floor. If I backed Jake up and Ax reached here, if Marco got over to Shaun and worked with Sam, maybe we'd be able to survive long enough to reach each other again and fight as a team.

[Blaise Zebrataur]

My eyes widen as I saw the site as I reported down what Jake had already seen.<Visser Three is here guys.>I said to anyone who didn't notice him as I remained in the air, somewhat out of sight but not fully.

[gorillaman16]

I head the voices round me telling me to demorph but I couldn't not out in the open they would know i'm not an andalite. <Sory guys I cant do that just yet. I cant demorph and show them that i'm a human not an andalite.> I rose to my feet...barely and let out a roar signifing that I will not die. <Jake are you okay?> I said as I tried as hard as I could to run to get to the shooter. He realized I was coming and raised his weapon. He fired. The shot missed my face by inches but I didnt care I just wanted to kill him. He injured me and tried to kill my acting leader. That is a reason to die. I ran into him jaws open ready to break his bones and rip him apart. I hit him and he hit the wall, I pinned him against it and slashed at his head with my claws. His body went limp and I was surrounded by six...no seven Hork-Bajir! I'm finished this time there's no way I can survive this.<It's been a pleasure serving with you.> I sadi to the others as I was rushed by two Hork-Bajir that I brought down easily. The rest just creeped slower and slower towards me. I was pinned against the wall nowhere to go. I'm going to die here and now.

[The Spectre]

(SAM)

Rachel goes away <Stay alive> I tell her. I must help Shaun, sorrounded by Hork-Bajir, but I need more firepower, fists and elbows are not enough against seven of those things. I go the the remains of the cage and with great effort, break one of the bars, it´s heavy and invites me to hit with it. And so I do. I run to the group as fast as I can and use the bar as a weapon, not with much technique, but with enough power to break open skulls and shatter bones. With Shaun we make short work of them, but  the Visser stands in the pier, looking at us, between amusement and rage, he hates us, but knows we´re done for and enjoys thinking of what will do with us once he captures us.
And we´re sorrounded.
<Humm, andalite bandits>  he chuckles <and a human, no doubt involved in project tailblade, according to this hosts brain>

(JAKE)

I limp away of the battle, with Rachel next to me. Tobias must be safe in the air for sure, Cassie and Marco are still missing, and Ax is doing his thing. <Ax fall back. If you see the others tell them to retreat too> the yeerks aren´t paying attention to us, Sam and Shaun are their main course. <If we regroup we can charge and give them a chance to escape> I tell Rachel. <Then we get the hell out of here>

[Blazing Angel]

With a snap of metal I ripped the bar way. I had been holding off the hork bjair while trying to free the hosts. I finally got my break when they stopped attacking, the escapees flooded behind me as I turned to see Shaun and Sam ripping through the aliens.I let out a scream. Jake's tiger has a roar, but primates can scream in a way that makes you hold your ears and question what could possibly make that noise.

I charged into combat with them, swinging lift and right, cracking skulls and breaking dreams.

[Doomhawk]

I watched Sam and Shaun manage to fight off the Hork-Bajir aiming for them and I couldn't understand where Shaun found yet more strength from. Things weren't looking good for us. We were surrounded even with our efforts and the Visser's voice sent tremors through me. He thought we were Andalites. I was no Andalite. I was just some scared human kid. But I wasn't going to give up until we were truly done for. Being brave takes courage, but it's carrying on when you're scared to death that is the real mark of someone brave. And Marco had just appeared out of seemingly nowhere and barrelled into a bunch of seriously tall, seriously spiky aliens that wanted him dead.

Marco screamed in a way that hurt my keen hearing and I followed Jake. He was the one who still had ideas when I was too busy trying not to be scared. Maybe he really could get us out of this. I replied,

<Yeah, let's regroup.> Then I made a comment, wondering if Jake was even half as scared as I was, trying to play it cool and not give him cause to panic. <They're still underestimating me just 'cause this big cat's maybe just over half your size. I'm ready to charge whenever.> Did I sound ****y enough? I hoped so.

[The Spectre]

(JAKE)

<Rachel no one's saying you're not brave enough but if you don't mind I'd like to live another day so let's get them out of there> Marco's breaking through rows of aliens, trying to reach Sam and Shaun. <Let's back him up. Ax help us out, we gotta thin those ranks!>
I charge to battle once more, the wound doesn't hurt so badly any more, but I'm not at full capacity.
Still I fight, side by side with Marco, trying to breach a wall of at least 30 very big,dangerous aliens.

(SAM)

This is it, they're distracted and lookind behind us. I've got an idea, horses legs are frail, maybe just maybe, it's worth a shot...
I take aim and swing the heavy bar, letting go at the precise moment, the momentum sents it flying forward in a spin, and connects with the Visser right front leg.
He let's out a scream of rage and pain, his leg fails, broken. I could run, but I tried to play hero, stupid, probably the worst mistake I've ever made, I run towards the Visser ready to finish him off but he's ready. His tail swings too fast for the human eye, I can barely react. It's aiming for my face, I raise the bar to protect myself, the blade collides with it and losses momentum but cuts it cleanly in two, and goes on to the right side of my face, half the world goes black as I feel the wound follow from my chin to my right eyebrow, I fall on my back and hold my wounded eye, even if the hologram protecting my identity don't shows it, I can feel blood flowing down my face.

[Blazing Angel]

Sam! Impossible, he was charging Visser 3 on his own. Insane, but he actually crippled him on the first. The thought that we might have won then and there crossed my mind right when the blade connected his eye. I charged, knocking aside anyone who got in my way. I slash to my gut, a cut to my shoulder, I could take it. The Visser did his best to run, but I had no interest in him. I scooped Sam off the ground and let off another scream.

[The Spectre]

(JAKE)

Sam was safe , but Shaun was still there. I kepts clawing and biting my way through Hork-Bajir.

(SAM)

<Thanks Marco> I say, covering my eye with my hand.
He was chasing the Visser, going for the kill. But I knew he wouldn't make it, the Visser was gowing, larger and larger.

[Blaise Zebrataur]

<We need to haul butt out of here now.>I told the group as I would dive now and then and strike a few Hork-Bajirs in the eyes when I got the chance, but a red-tailed hawk in battle isn't really a bright idea.

[gorillaman16]

Everything happened so fast. Sam helping me. The Visser showing up. Sam fighting the Visser. Sam being saved. Then reality hit me I was still here and dieing very fast. I dropped to all fours and I realized I stood in a pool of blood. Was it mine? Did it really matter? No of course not all that mattered was that I get the hell out of there and fast. I started running....more like jogging across the room. Hork-Bajir stood in my wayand I didnt care nothing would stop me from completing my goal of living. I made it passed them with few wounds and started for the exit. <Guys lets get the hell out of....>.Everything started to go black and I felt my body give way and it hit the floor. <Woah...guys.....I think....this....is ...the...end...for. ..me...I'm....going to.....try to....demorph...but ...I...need...someb ody...to....get...m e....out...before.. ..I'm...human.> I pictured myself and I felt the changes begin but would they finish before I died.

[Blazing Angel]

I ran for the exit and grabbed Shaun by the scruff of his neck along the way. <You're not dieing on my watch.>

[Blaise Zebrataur]

I flapped my wings and through all that was going on, I had to fly up back on my ledge and remained as quiet as possible. My timelimit was very low now and I couldn't just land and demorph, I'd be seen as human and our secret would be out.<Go guys just go.>

[The Spectre]

(JAKE)

Shaun and Sam are safe, our job here is done. <Let´s get out of here once and for all> I tell all of them, but specially Rachel and Marco  as they are the one in more inmediate peril.  I run back as fast as my injured leg allows me too, but then out of the corner of my eye I see that the Visser is growing, morphing, into something that there´s no way we can fight.

(SAM)

The Visser spoke threats, outraged, even as he morphed.
<I´ll kill you all andalites! No human will be left free, your women, men and children, all of you will be turned into hosts! And you will die deaths so terrible no one will ever dare challenge me again!>
He finished morphing, into this creature that looked straight out of a nightmare. Tall as a tree. Eight massive legs. Eight long, spindly arms, each ending in a three-fingered claw.
And from the place where the top set of arms grew came the heads.
Heads. Plural. Eight of them. This creature had a thing for the number eight.
 <Get us out of here ASAP>
<I acquired this body on the fourth moon of the second planet of a dying star. Like it?> The visser sounded happy, almost histerical.

(JAKE)

I was frozen in terror. Stunned. Even the tiger that was a part of me was confused and
worried.
I had started to think that with our morphed bodies we could take on anything. But we
couldn't take on this monster. Not and survive.
<Run!> I yelled to the others. <Up the stairs!>