(New story!!!, This is a short interaction between Jake who now leads the morphs capable special ops group and my fictional character Sam, who I use in pretty much every animorphs RP and fanfic i start/write. chances are you don't know who he is, so long story made short he was born and abandoned cause his mother was raped, then a pair on andalites nonliths in human form who were refuging from the Yeerk-Andalite war on earth rescued him, but he was weak and likely to die so they tested on him a serum part of "project tailblade" (andalite super soldier serum) and it worked, boosting him to the peak of human ability).
My name is Jake. The war with the Yeerk is won. Now, I lead a group of morph capable special ops counter terrorists. I have just been briefed on my new mission, and for the first time in years, it was a mission I didn't want to accomplish.
I had been sent to capture Sam, one of my fellow ex-animorphs, well not exactly. Sam, abandoned and left to die by his biological mother as a child, he was rescued by a couple of andalites, they saw he was going to die, so they broke the law of Seerow´s kindness, they tested "project tailblade" serum on him, it worked and he was improved to peak on human potential.
At 13 years old he was faster and stronger than most athletes to ever compete in the Olympics, intelligent too, he was all a human could ever be.
But like many of us, he didn't know it until the night when we found Elfangor, he joined us and helped us win the war, but the government wanted more. Now the andalites had refused to share their weapon technology with humans they had turned to him, they had tried to convince him to share the secret of the serum in his blood, but he had refused and went into hiding.
Now I had been ordered to capture him so that a new breed of super soldiers could be created, it was my duty, but not I wanted to fullfill.
I looked for him for a while, his home, places the seven of us would visit so many years ago to figure out how many Cinnamon buns Ax could eat before exploding, and finally, were it all began.
I went alone, always alone, hoping to convince him before I had to take him by force, he was my friend.
The half-finished buildings of the construction site looked ever more old. I walked along the maze of walls were so long ago I had lost a pursuing Hork-Bajir.
-SAM!- I yelled, my voice echoed in the walls, I looked around in the darkness, hoping I could have the tigers eyes without having to morph.
-Hi Jake- his voice came behind me, I looked around startled. He hadn't changed much, he still had the shoulder lenght black hair and slightly tanned skin.He wore the andalite mail inherited by his parents, silver and shiny looking like a long sleeved shirt, a pair of creamy color pants and the same tennis shoes he wore when we were on missions.
Watching him sitting on that pile of rubble didn't diminished the respect I had for him one bit.
I looked at his one good eye, trying to ignore the long scar that ran from his chin, over his left cheek and stopped on his eyebrow, courtesy of Vissers 3 tailblade. the other eye was gray and dead.
-Its been a while- I said walking towards him, hands in my pockets.
-Yeah- He answered not paying attention.
I cleared my throat, -Sam you know why Im here don't you?-
He smiled -Yeah I had the feeling you hadn't come all the way from Washington just to say hi, so the big fish want the serum don't they?-
I nodded. -My team is coming tomorrow to get you-
-And you expect me to go quietly?-
-No, I know you wont-
-You don´t have to do it Jake-
-I do-
-Jake they want to use the serum as a weapon- his voice was rising to a yell -Next thing Ill know, they'll be sending super-soldiers to middle east for oil!-
I answered calmly -We stopped using oil a few years ago Sam, the Andalites gave us a hand with that-
He laughed -I guess Ive been off a little longer than I thought- He had picked up a stick and was drawing with it on the dirt -But there are still a lot of reasons to make war, natural resources, terrorism, and if all that fails they can throw the word "freedom" on a speech and the killing starts again.-He stopped to take a deep breath -I don't want to carry with all those deaths-
-That never seemed to bother you when you were kicking the stuffing out of Taxxons Sam, what changed?-
-That was different!-He said tightening his jaws -We never asked for it, we were just kids in the wrong place at the wrong time!- He was shouting now but then he calmed down.-Besides our country, our planet, was in danger, we had to do something-
-I know, none of us asked for it. But what do you plan to do? Live here for the rest of your life?-I asked.
-Jake I never enjoyed this more than you or Cassie, not like Rachel who enjoyed killing or getting killed.The battle, the rush, it scared the crap out of me,and in a way, it was fun,but killing? Never. Remember? I knocked them out, broke some bones,but never went to battle with the intention to kill.-
-So why did you fought then? Freedom? Just the rush?-
-I never wanted to kill anyone- He repeated -But I don't like bullies, no matter where they are.- He took a deep breath and continued. -Don't you get it? A few years ago the yeerks were the bullies, If we do this we´ll be no better than them.-
I let his words blow past, I´d think about them later.I turned my back on him and began to walk away.
-How many Jake?- He asked.
I turned around -What?-
-I need to prepare for the party, how many?-
I grinned -Me plus five- I answered, I was honest, I wouldn´t, couldn´t, stab him in the back like that.
-Just like the good all days right? I hope you trained them well, remember when I helped you free Tom?-
-I do- I answered, it was true, he had offered to be a host for Toms yeerk so I could have my brother back, just like Cassie had done once. The yeerk had then used his body and fought the six of us to a standstill. We only won because Sam managed to control his body for a second, enough for Ax to knock him out with the flat side of his blade.
-Don't worry, they're good enough for you- With that I walked away of the construction site.
I hoped Sam would run away, but I knew he wouldn't, he had never run away from a battle he knew he had a chance of winning.
Whatever happened tomorrow, it wouldn't be pretty...
