Memoirs of a RAFian

[redtailedsaffa]

*tries to somehow conjure up an image of line-dancing Andalites in her head*

HAW

I was forced into a line-dancing class at school once. It was fifteen minutes of pure, unadulterated torture.

[DinosaurNothlit]

Those poor Andalites . . .

[Cloak]

Oh, just wait, Dino. It'll get worse . . . now that I look at it this book's gonna be a bit darker, and less schticky, then I thought.

I'll try to post another chapter after I rest for a bit.

EDIT:

CHAPTER FOUR:
Kidnappings

The Andalites, even the more willful ones, were helpless to defy the music. They were forced to line-dance out of RAF. All the way to a secluded warehouse, which was conveniently wide open, and looked abandoned and full of holes on the outside.

But the interior was a different story completely. It was polished steel and stone, absolutely immaculate. Other than the chains giving off a faint golden glow littering the floor.

These Andalites, exhausted by the forced dancing -- something Andalites were clearly unaccustomed to doing -- were danced into the middle if the room, into the mess of glowing chains.

Suddenly, these chains magically burst to life. They wound and snaked their way around the Andalites But not all these special chains were used.

<H-h-help . . .> Noelle attempted to call out, her thought-speak voice hoarse, as the flute music was snuffed out. <H-h-help. . . .>

"Oh, give it a rest." came Malice's voice, cold, clear, and hard. "You telepathic communication cannot be cast outside this room. It is soundproof, as well."

Several Andalites tried to concentrate, tried to morph, Noelle included. Malice allowed this to go on for twenty minutes with a crooked smike on her face. But nothing happened -- the morphing field could not be created, could not be activated.

"Discovered that your shapeshifting -- your 'morphing', as you crudely put it -- doesn't work yet?" Malice taunted sneeringly. "These are tylee chains, Dweller fools. If they can bind Olympians, Asguardians, or even my own kind, the is no chance that you can escape them."

***

With one species captured, the Piper rested for a moment, before selecting another species.

He rose his flute to his lips again, and began to play a slightly different tune. . . ,

***

"Wha -- what the heck?!" Abby cried out.

Suddenly, the forty or so RAFian humans began to square dance. They were no longer in control of their own movements, though their thoughts were still their own. . . .

[theyoungphoenix]

*winces* had a bad feeling that humans were next.

[redtailedsaffa]

We are the only humans resisting the Yeerks. 

We may be the only hope that Earth has. 

We have a lot on our shoulders. 

Which is why I really, really, really did not see why I had to have more suffering piled on. 

Wasn't I under enough stress? Life wasn't bad enough? We had to have .  .  . square dancing? 

Square dancing! The horror! 

The CD player was blasting out screaming-cat fiddle music. Which, in my opinion, is possibly the worst music ever created. 

... He had a lot more to say on the subject.

[theyoungphoenix]

Isn't that from the sario rip book?? What was the title for that... I can't remember.

[redtailedsaffa]

It was #11, The Forgotten.

[theyoungphoenix]

Good book.

[DinosaurNothlit]

Yep, that's exactly the scene I was thinking of, too, Saffa. 

Lol, if the guy can only affect one species at a time, he's gonna have to make up a lot of different songs if he ever wants to get all of RAF.

[theyoungphoenix]

Yes, yes he will. lol

[Cloak]

Well, you must remember a majority of RAFians are Yeerks, Andalites or humans.

While you are the only ankylotyrannus, Dino, and I'm the only Realm Walker. But he's gonna pick up the pace soon.

May not post a new chapter until tomorrow.

[theyoungphoenix]

Wait, so I have a question for whoever really wants to answer.

Say, the piper set his flute to humans, but a morph-capable human was in morph. What would happen, do you think?

[redtailedsaffa]

They... would... demorph?

No idea. That's the creator's whim, after all. Over to you, Cloaky.

[Cloak]

Same deal with the Yeerks, you'd be safe -- but for only two hours, until your clock runs out . . .

And, sorry, the chapter's gonna hafta wait until tomorrow. My body's telling me its bedtime . . .

EDIT: Probably gonna be brief. Still a bit sleepy.

CHAPTER FIVE:
Where'd You Go?

The humans, still being tortured by being forced to square dancing, had crossed the threshold of RAF's borders. Then they were off, off to the warehouse.

Abby tried to morph -- and that would have saved her from the Piper -- but her body was no longer in her control. She could still speak and her facial expressions were her own though.

They were eventually chained together with the rather defeated-looking Andalite RAFians. All the humans were too out of breath, and much too exhausted, to cry out for help. They didn't have the energy to fight back.

***

The Piper took a minute break, to take in what he had accomplished.

But, alas, his job wasn't done. Not by a long shot.

He adjusted the song's tune once more. . . .

***

Cloak had sequestered himself to his own thread, reflecting and dwelling on past events. He earnestly and sincerely wondered if his presence in RAF did more damage that had he never joined the ranks.

The only reason Malice was targeting his RAFian allies and friends was . . . was because of him.

Though he knew many RAFians (except his malcontent Rotiart, of course) would deny this, or explain it away.

Then his ears pricked up, and he heard flute music -- which would have compelled him to Riverdance, but Realm Walkers never lost control of their bodies.

But the other feline RAFians weren't so fortunate -- ever seen a cat Riverdance?

Cloak, despite his usual curiosity, thought nothing of it, and dismissed the music.

However, when the music forced Dino to perform ballet out of RAF -- then he took notice.

[redtailedsaffa]

You got your wish, Dino.