Title: The Post-Animorphs Saga (yeah, crappy title. Good one comes
w/finished story.)
Author: weetzybat
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Animorphs. I think that about covers it. Although I
did make nearly all the characters involved. That was fun.
Description: After it all ended, a new world was born... There are none of the
original Animorphs in this story. It is fifty years after the final battle, and
a new set of characters are ready to take to the sky.
*Note*: The Andalite talk has completely baffled me. Other than using less contractions than we do, they seem about the same as
humans. Also, keep in mind that this is 50 years after the End, so human
gestures and expressions would probably have been picked up by the Andalites.
At least, that is my excuse as to why they seem more human than they probably
should.
Will somebody please tell me how to make Andalite thoughtspeech
work out on FF.net? Right now I have to use (*) and I hate it! It doesn't look
like Andalites are talking at all! *** (note from the future: I have fixed the thoughtspeak thing, but don't feel like removing any
typing, so this will stay here.)
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*~*~*Chapter one: Prologue
Item #: 851912
Description: Thought Journal of Prince Isacor-Isthelin-Aradron,
Captain of the Oberon,
recovered at crash site
Location: Hall of Records, Restricted Access,
Post-Battle era 2058 AD
Earth
Begin...
I leave this recording for those who wish to know the truth. Trentil would say
I am an idiot, but I believe there are those who still know the meaning of the
word. I have to believe it, or else all this has been in vain...
I suppose I should begin with a place we all know well by now: Space. Home to many, now that their worlds lie in ruin, or no longer exist.
Some would say it is an evil place, and they would be half right. In fact, it
is where good and evil become one and the same, united in the destruction of
everything that surrounds them.
"The stars have always
been here. They were here when the first Andalite raised his eyes to the night
sky and wondered if there was something more. Later, in the midst of wars that
killed entire races in an instant, they were a backdrop for the brilliant
explosions and the cries of agony that were swallowed up in the vacuum. Even
now that our worlds have gone black, they smile down on us. They know how it
began."
----final
history term thesis introduction by Isacor-Isthelin- Aradron
It was thinking like this that nearly got me expelled from the academy. It was
beautiful words, but in a world like this there is no room for dissenters. My
instructor told me that if I wanted to write poetry, I could go running to
Earth with the rest of the bleeding hearted idiots who were too afraid to do
their duty. I elected to stay, and have regretted it ever since. I failed the
thesis, by the way.
I have been out here for seven years; fighting in this thing we'd like to call
a war. There are no open battles anymore, the Yeerk army collapsed along with
the Empire. Still we sit on our haunches, waiting for a confrontation that will
never come, pretending we are making a difference. Were fooling ourselves, but
we Andalites are good at that.
I can see the Arisths and young warriors out in the
dome, talking and laughing as they eat. They can still comprehend things such
as honor and loyalty. I envy them. I was like that too, once. I stood in the
same place, excited, ready. There was a thrill in not knowing whether you would
come back alive. Somewhere along the way death lost its appeal. It may have
been when I found out about our proud, fearless leaders that could do no wrong.
I had been trained to die for them, for their cause. Brainwashed, some might
say. Blinded is more like it. And I made the terrible mistake of lifting the
blindfold and seeing what I wasn't meant to.
The end justifies the means. This was the
excuse my Captain gave when he sent the warriors under me off to die. It had
been a test, to lure the rest of the Yeerk forces into the open. The gamble had
cost us more than I had been willing to risk, and I finally I had to confront
him, only to discover that he did not care.
I stood and watch them die! No end was worth that!
This was their duty. They were trained for this moment.
It was a slaughter. You tricked them.
And what will you do, Prince Isacor? He was irritated, as if he could
not be bothered with my concerns. Will you tell their families that they
did not die noble deaths? That it was meaningless? I said nothing. He knew
he was right. I would not put a family through such grief only to tell them
that it meant nothing. They wanted to believe that we were winning, and that
the deceased had played some all-important role that had cost them their life.
I would give them solace, but it was then that I lost all faith in my leaders.
Humans had talked of it for years. They said there was no way a society like
ours could exist, with everyone working for the common good. I had ignored
them, because they were unreliable pessimists whose own world was in disarray.
What did they know about the upstanding Andalite leaders? Nothing.
Or so I thought. It turns out human nature and Andalite nature
are not so different.
I knew the day would come, sooner or later. The Captain would not tolerate me
forever. Somehow he would find a way to dispose of me. I just hadn't
anticipated how soon, or how devious his strategy would be.
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*A/N* This is my chance to explain all this craziness,
so here goes! I think this is supposed to be mainly comedy, a satire of the
"perfect" Andalites. Did they seem that way to you? I thought so, and
I wanted to show the darker side, but in a funny, ironic way, you know? Did I
succeed? Who knows, but the idea of a dysfunctional ship and crew was too good
to pass up. It's like "Down Periscope", but with aliens!
