Ossanlin's voice echoes through the ARC links to the entire boarding party. <Serid, Keshin, Nefitt...get Keslin onto the tail-fighter. Claxter will remote the fighter back. If Nefitt wishes to accompany Keslin, let him.> Ossanlin continues to watch the guarded doorway through Ferxal's ARC unit.
Serid nods. <We must load him onto the Tail Fighter. Prince Claxter will fly the fighter back using a remote interface.> He notes that Keshin is wearing his ARC unit...he would've heard Ossanlin's "voice." But Nefitt has apparently disdained the tactical computer, so his speech is mainly for the Yeerk's benefit.
"You already said that. I'm not deaf...or whatever you people call it when you can't hear telepathy." Nefitt feverishly works to stabilize Keslin as best he can in preparation for movement. "Alright...this is as good as he's gonna get without a medbay." He scowls at Serid. "Be careful when you move him...you people kill Keslin and things are gonna get real nasty in that little glass boat of yours."
Serid bristles a bit but manages to keep a straight face. <I do know how to move injured soldiers. It's mandatory training at the Academy.> He doesn't mention that transporting an injured human would be much easier than transporting an unconscious Andalite. He removes his utility belt, ARC, and ASAR, setting them up against one of the crates, and then begins to change form. His back end scoots in, his tail becoming thicker. His fur melts into his flesh, leaving his skin a sort of rubbery, hairless substance. His upper body bulks up, his hands and arms becoming similar to those found upon an earth gorilla. His stalk eyes pull into his head and the top pushes upward in a backswept arc. His primary eyes grow two more sets of eyelids underneath the outer ones, and his breathing slits turn into a small, horizontal mouth. Mottled splotches of blue and light green start to pepper his purple skin, and his four legs all join his upper body at one radial point that could bend sixty degrees in any direction. His hooves widen out into wide, foldable feet. Finally the morph is done and Serid already itches to have his own body back. It isn't that the nerken is an unpleasant creature...on the contrary it's actually a highly adaptable and useful morph. But ever since recovering from his nothlitized state, he's not been able to stand being in morph for more than a few minutes at a time...and it had taken him months to get this far.
<Keshin, Nefitt...let's get this done.> He moves to the head of Keslin's body, bending his four legs at their double joints and scooping his strong-armed hands under Chris's limps shoulders, waiting for the others to get into position before he lifts.
