A/N: I'm sorry to admit this, but I have done it. That's right, I have succumbed to the ultimate FF writer's temptation: I have written a crossover. *Ducks under the onslaught of object hurled at her *. No, No! Listen! I promise it's a good one. It has a plot and, get this, it actually makes sense. I also want to add a side note- to those of you who read my FF Shadows of the Past, I have not given up on or forgotten this story. But a combination of distractions and pressures (namely final exams) have given me a serious case or writers block which I hope this new fic will help me to overcome ;)
P.S.- I want to see if you can guess what the crossover is, but it will become blatantly obvious in the first chapter, believe me, so don't worry if you don't figure it out right away. Plus I don't own Animorphs, yada, yada, yada…
Prologue"You, you wanted t-to see m-m-me Visser?" a shaky voice asked.
My deputies inform me that your department has actually discovered something useful, the Visser sneered.
"Well, some-something has come to our at-attention Visser," the voice stuttered. "Weather or n-not it wi-will be useful is un-unclear-," the human controller stopped suddenly as the Visser whipped his deadly tail blade forward and pressed it against his jugular.
It had better become clear soon, or your head will be removed from your shoulders, the Visser said dangerously. Now what exactly did you find?!
"W-we found evidence o-of a sp-sp-space faring craft on this planet, sir," he finally got out.
Of Earth origins?
"No, V-Visser, sir. W-we were unable t-to d-de-determine where it came from," the controller said, weakly. Clearly he was not too thrilled about the location of the Visser's tail.
How can that be?! the Visser 3 demanded, enraged.
"It's de-design and source of pow-power differ from anything we've ev-ever seen before, Visser 3," he explained.
What exactly does this mean? the Visser demanded, pressing his tail blade harder against the controller's skin until it drew blood.
"That so-some other species ha-has landed on th-this planet."
And where is the ship now? he questioned, his voice low and menacing.
'Our-our sensors traced it ba-back to a lo-location in No-north America. Th-the humans refer t-to it a-as Kansas," was all he managed to say before the Visser flicked his tail. His head fell to the floor with a dull 'THUNK'.
Well, well, well. That was useful after all, he said to the still controller, lying in a pool of blood. Innes 8754, he called in open thought-speak, inform the Pool Ship that we'll be staying on the planet for a little while longer. We have some visitors to find and greet.
