Memoirs of a RAFian

[Blazing Angel]

Two words Cloaky my boy. Time. Travel. Perhaps back to the fight between vikings and inidians, (Yes this totally happned)

[Cloak]

Nope.  Already did the time travel thing.  No more time travel in the books.  Now, books set in the future, however . . .

Actually have two ideas, but I doubt I'd pull off the musical one, and the other will feature crossoverfan's Memoirs debut as well as the other RAFian Green Lantern, methinks . . .

Anyway --

CHAPTER TWENTY:
Pootang Get Traumatized

Cloak deflected a shell launched at them, but it was traveling at such a velocity, he was only able to slightly alter the shell's trajectory.  Blaze's sword was instantaneously now a war hammer, whose head was glowing yellow -- he was as worried and fearful of Horse's fate as everyone else.  Of course, he downplayed this as he smacked another shell back, and it fell just short of the tank. . . .

The other five were attempting to coax Horse to open her mouth, but she was now at such a size, that she could literally not hear their pleas.  They did not have a megaphone, so this complicated matters even more.

The battle with the military forces were not fairing much better either.  Blaze, Parker, and Blaze had enough power to overwhelm the soldiers, but they could tell the soldiers didn't want to do this anymore than they did.  But they had orders.  From a psychotic general.  This is the problem when you get the wrong kind of people -- that corruptable, xenophobic, arrogant, hateful sort -- in power.

Then Horse gave a massive yawn, and Yarin wasted no word.  He telekinetically* lifted the pill up and stuffed it into Horse's mouth.  After a few minutes, nothing happened.  After a few more minutes, nothing happened.  Then suddenly Horse's nose started to twitch.  She wiggled it vigorously.  Then . . .

"WAH . . . CHOOO!"

She had sneezed the Pootang out, who seemed to be trembling greatly, rolling over into the fetal position, sucking its thumb.  It would seem that being eaten wasn't good for it.

But Horse wasn't shrinking.  If anything she was growing faster!!

"What?  This is supposed to work!!" Goom protested.

"Well, it clearly didn't!  We have to do something fast or she'll be the size of the moon!!" Guy shouted.

"There is a second pill," Gaz pointed out.

"We can't use that," Aquilai said, quite seriously, "the formula was contaminated."

"Oh, you have a better idea?!" Guy snarled.

"No, but, it wouldn't work!"

And so they continued to argue, before Blaze abandoned the fight -- which Cloak and Parker (who was now wearing the Owl Ride Armor) had under their control.  He scooped up the pill while Guy and Aquilai argued.  Then he made an amazing toss into Horse's open maw, and she swallowed it.

Blaze landed, and, for a few seconds, nothing appeared to be happening.  Then, all at once, Horse's excess mass was converted into light energy and she shrunk back to her normal, playful, seal size.

Yarin, Goom, and Aquilai were silent.  They had been wrong.

Meanwhile, a loud voice yelled from a megaphone on the other side of the army's line.  Apparently, General Luis Cannon was in some very BIG trouble . . .

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*Okay, technically Yarin doesn't have telekinesis, but it makes him a more offensive and less passive fighter.

[Cloak]

Last chapter!  Short one, I think.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE:
PR Nightmare

Things slowly returned to normal after that, although, public relations were strained.  But RAF still managed to survive the incident, as did the city.  Loose Cannon did far more damage than the RAFians or even Horse incurred.

General Luis Cannon was no more.  He was busted down to the rank of Private and soon there after (like two or three months*) he was dishonorably discharged.  His name basically became Mudd.  Literally -- he changed his name to Elroy Mudd.  Parker found this extremely entertaining.

As such, he was . . . uh, "asked" by the courts to seek psychological and psychiatric help.  And he had to pay for the repairs to the city out of his own pocket.  His xenophobic hatred had left him virtually penniless and an horribly embittered man.  Cloak took this as a lesson about allowing hatred to consume your soul.

RAF, as said before, returned to its state of zany insane-ness.  Even the Pootang soon became itself again, with a craving for seal meat again.  But Horse was not remotely afraid of the Pootang anymore.

All was well.

***

Meanwhile, watching all this, Malice stood in a pose remarkably similar to Maleficient, if she had been a Tasmanian devil.

"They handled that better than I expected," Malice muttered.  "I just had to seed the forest and the government with a little exoporon, and yet they are still unaware of my hand in this."

It wasn't true, a small part of Cloak suspected Malice, but he chose to ignore that part.

"They will soon fall," Malice hissed.  "Even if I have to wait twenty years, I do so.  I'll even wait two milienia -- once I have the perfect plan . . . hmmmm . . ."

She turns and walks slowly and menacingly away from the forum where Cloak had found a new home in.  It would be the epitome of fun, in Malice's eyes, to take that away from him. . . .

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*Hey, after I was discharged I had to wait a month in order to go home.

[Blazing Angel]

Yay, happy ending with foreshadowing! *thunder crash*

[Cloak]

Yep. . . . Hmmm . . . oh, what the heck?  I'll start the next book right now!!  A shortish chapter.

BOOK IX:
PASSING THE TORCH

CHAPTER ONE:
4532AD

Two small figures were running down a deserted corridor.  Huffing and puffing quite loudly.  The small figures bore Marks.  The Mark of the RAFian.  Yet, they did not know how they came to possess these Marks.

But they made the two targets of the High Empress.  And her Babistarro drones were searching everywhere for them.  They did not know who they could trust.  These drones could look like anyone.  That's why the Empress uses them as a Secret Police.  Her Genedrones look pretty much like ugly DNAliens, and that's saying something.

The two were soon caught in a corner, between three Genedrones and a brick wall.  The boy and girl turned to the their would-be captors, and the boy opened his mouth wide.  Then he unleashed a sonic scream of which Banshee would be proud.

This caused the Genedrones to drop like sacks of potatoes, and the two used this to escape them.  Then two ragged-clothed preteens were blocked by a chain link fence.  They weren't having much luck in escape.  But the girl florakinetically generated a tree to lift the two over the fence.

"Screamer, we can't do this forever!" the girl said, out-of-breath.

"I know, Flores!  But what other choice do we have?" Screamer said, equally out of breath.

They were tiring.  Tiring so much they would not be able to use their powers much more longer.

"What do you think happened to Ventus, Sonica, and Wiz?" Flores asked, as they risked a momentary rest.

"I rather not think about that," Screamer said.

They knew what happened to those captured.  And Ventus, Sonica, and Wiz didn't have any powers.

[Cloak]

'Nother shortish chapter.  Fourth one I written today . . .

CHAPTER TWO:
Trapped

"We've rested enough," Screamer said to Flores.  "We've gotta go."

"But where?  The Empress controls everywhere!!"

"We cannot stay in one place for too long, Flores.  Especially not out in the open like this."

With that they fled, running until their legs felt wobbly and they were light-headed.  Before long, they had to rest again, or risk collapsing from exhausion.  But it was no good.

"God!" Flores cursed quietly.  "Just how many Genedrones does she have?!"

They were soon spotted by six Genedrones, and as they wobbly stood (trembling as much from fear as from exhaustion).  They prepared to run but then one of the Genedrones spat a adhesive substance from its mouth, which bound Flores's right hand to a brick wall.  Then another adhesive substance glob binded her left hand to the wall, then Screamer's left leg, then Screamer's right arm.  Soon, both were covered from their lips down in that awful glop.

It seemed like they didn't have a prayer in the world.  The Genedrones begin to crowd them.

[Blazing Angel]

Awe, they're taking the future RAFians!

[Cloak]

You think that we'd let that stand?  Oh, this'll be final chapter I'll be writing today, though shortish.  Five chapters ought keep you satisfied until tomorrow, right?

CHAPTER THREE:
Invasion Evasion

From the six Genedrones, stepped a pimply, scrawny teenager in a white shirt with red horizontal stripes, jean overalls, black socks, brown boots and horn-rimmed glasses.  Of course, this body was no longer his.  A Babistarro entered his body and stole it from him.  It is unknown if the original proprietor of that body was still present or if he'd died a long time ago.

"When will you RAFians learn," he began.  Flores and Screamer had time to think, RAF-what?, before the teenager continued, "that your time has come to an end?"

But suddenly, a slab of earth slammed out of the ground and flung him to the side, before sliding back into the ground.  Then six more sent the Genedrones into walls, before returning to the ground, which smooth over them.

"Oh, I wouldn't count us out just yet," said a shadowy, lean figure in a cloak.  "Ghost, get 'em to the Zeta Base!  I'll cover you."

Ghost came over, freed the two newbie RAFians, and began to help them along.  They were still quite exhausted, and they weren't really registering anything.  When they were gone, the cloaked figure took held a fighting stance, as if waiting.  But they were completely out of it.  So this figure followed Ghost to the base.

Once safely inside of the protected headquarters, Ghost set the two newbies down, and turned to the figure.

"You did your uncle proud, Shadow.  I know he would have approved," Ghost said in a comforting tone.

Shadow did not look at him, but remembered her uncle and what had happened that fateful day . . .

[Blazing Angel]

Five chapters ism ore than adequate. 

Man I love this fic.

[Cloak]

Thanks, Blaze.  To think I once considered deleting this thread . . . and now look.  It was the same deal with the parody thread. . . .

[Gaz]

I'm glad you kept going. This is great!

[Blazing Angel]

Your a project starter cloak.   

[Cloak]

Well, this thread and the parody thread are the only "successful", if you will, threads I've made.

CHAPTER FOUR:
Q and A

The two newbies awoke in rather comfortable beds -- a far cry from the sleeping places they always had to improvise.  They could have enjoyed this, but it made them suspicious.

They opened a door at the far side of the room.  Slowly, and cautiously.  Aware of the rumble of noise coming from the right. . . . and the left . . . and directly in front.  The room was rather full of people.  Richard, Shadow, Ghost, Demos, Marvin, Nate, Phoenix, Mythica, Empress Goose, Shanker, EvilPinkDragon, and Gymn.

They slowly and carefully slinked out of the room.

"Oh, good, you're up," a calm voice said.  It was Shadow.  She hadn't even turned around.

"How'd you . . ."

"I can see through the Earth," she explained, sipping a coffee-like beverage.  She looked up seeing the confused looks on their faces.  "I'm a master of the Six Elements.  The youngest to ever master them.  Trained by my late uncle Cloak, who was trained in turn by his grandfather, Sage."

They still looked perplexed at this, then an battered-looking man with graying hair -- Richard -- spoke, "Shadow is a Realm Walker, young ones.  They live a long time."

"And the only living Elements Master." Shadow added.  "And only RAFian Realm Walker."

"What . . . is a . . . RAFian?" Flores asked timidly.

"A RAFian simply put," a rather younger figure who had old eyes -- Phoenix -- spoke as he consulted a sheet of hard light, "is a member of Richard's Animorph Forum -- RAF, for short."

"Each RAFian bears a Mark," Empress Goose said.

Screamer and Flores looked at their hands and saw the Mark there, glowing blue faintly.

"But we're not Ruffians!" Screamer protested.

"That's RAFians," Nate corrected patiently.

"Whatever!  We're not part of your little group."

"You bear the Marks, you're RAFians." Shadow said, bluntly.  "Otherwise, you're Banned -- which turns the R-shaped Mark into a B-shaped mark.  It would glow red and not blue."

"But Banned are extinct," Demos said, wearing a powder blue, silk suit.  He smirked a little as his spoke.  Demons will be demons.

Screamer opened his mouth to protest, but Flores pressed her fingers over his mouth, and spoke herself, "But why do we bear the Marks?  We hadn't been in any sort of initation or anything."

"That was our question," Richard replied, "we do not know how you came to bear the Mark.  But it does mean you're RAFians.  The Mark affords all RAFians immunity from mind control, memory manipulation and tampering, seduction, and possession."

"Why does it do that?"

"I don't know.  My uncle and a goomba created the Mark millenia ago."

"Screamer, don't you see?" Flores said.  "That's why the Babistarro parasites and the Genome Xenocytes couldn't infect us.  It's because these Marks saved us!!"

"I don't care, Flores!" Screamer snarled.  "Ventus, Wiz, and Sonica may still be out there.  They need our help.  We can't hole up here and HIDE from the world."

"Who said we were hiding?" Nate asked, much like a teacher asking a question of math.

"You're clearly not doing anything!  If you were, the Empress would have never been able to take power!"

"True, we were there," Phoenix said.  "But you seem to think that we have more numbers than we do."

"Wha . . ."

"That's right, Screamer," Mythgirl said, "What you see is what we got."

"The rest of the RAFians are dead." Gymn added solumnly.

[Cloak]

CHAPTER FIVE:
The Rescuers Down Under

"Dead?  All dead?" Flores said, flabberghasted.

"Oh, really, Gymn," Nate chatised, "we don't know if the Lost RAFians are dead."

The Lost RAFians were Rad, Dino, crossoverfan, Noelle, Cerulean, Alic, Yunyun, Azzy, RYTX, ND, SkyeMorpher, Asmo, Horse, and Genies.  Their fates were never known to the rest of the RAFians.

"It's been over two thousand years, Nate!" Gymn argued.  "They couldn't have lived that long without making at least partial contact with us!!"

"Aquilai and Aila are in the Alpha HQ," Shadow put in, taking another sip of her beverage.

"Oh, okay," Gymn conceded, "perhaps I was being a bit melodramatic."

"Screamer, Flores.  If Demos and I help you find your friends, in a gesture of good faith, would you be able to trust us then?" Shadow offered, quite calmly, as if she were suggesting going on a shopping trip.

"Well . . ." Screamer was hesitant.  But he could not deny the power that he saw Shadow demonstrate.  "If it's okay with Flores, it's okay with me."

"Let's go."

***

Finding the pens was the easy part, it was all underground.  These pens are the ones where hosts-to-be are held, and determined whether they should be Genedrones or Babistarro hosts, called Host Potential Processing.  All would be subservient to the Empress.

Shadow used Earthsight to find an opening, and all four snuck inside the complex.  They made their way through to the processing center.  Then they saw Ventus, Sonica, and Wiz in line.  They were in chains -- TYLEE chains.  The tylee material is supposed to be a rare material that can even bind Olympians, Asguardians, Incorporeals, and, yes, Realm Walkers.

"We have to save them!" Screamer said, not troubling to keep his voice down.

"We won't if you don't keep your voice down!!" Flores snarled.

Shadow's eyes widened, then sighed.  "It's too late.  We've been made."

"What?  How do you --" Screamer began, again not troubling to keep his voice down.

"Earthsight."

"Great." Flores muttered.

There was a great fight, but the four were taken off-guard, and sorely outnumbered.  In the end, all four were captured, and placed in tylee chains.  The chains also suppress a being's powers.  But Shadow suddenly realized why there was apparently so much of this supposedly rare material.

"We probably should have brought some more of the others," Demos noted, yet his tone was at odds with his smile.

"Shut up," Shadow said, as Screamer and Flores witnessed their friends become hosts to the Babistarro xenocyte parasites.  Their bodies no longer their own, their minds no longer their own.  Their will nonexistant.

"Why in the hell did we ever trust you?" Screamer accused.

"It would have went just find if you ever learned to lower your voice!!" Flores snarled at Screamer.  "Or learned when a good time to shut up is!!  But NOOOOOOO you had to keep talking!!"

Screamer looked stricken and then bowed his head.  Then they were taken out of the processing center.

"Why are they taking us out of there?" Flores asked.

"Isn't it obvious?  Apparently the Empress wants a word with us," Shadow said grimly.

[Blazing Angel]

Man this is awesome.