Disclaimer: Welcome to the newest installment of my Teknomorphs series. As you might know already, Animorphs belongs to Scholastic, Teknoman to Saban, and Tekkaman Blade to Tatsunoko and SOTSU Agency. Thanks for reading!
Teknomorphs 3:
Complications
Deep underground, within the hidden Radam base, one of the teknopods was starting to shiver. The Teknoman within was awakening and swiftly growing impatient with being confined. At last the teknopods hardened outer membrane shattered, scattering the sticky fluids over the floor and dropping the newborn Teknoman onto the remains of the pod.
The Teknoman was leanly built, as befitted one of the Hunter types, and somewhat more elegantly constructed than the other Teknomen. But what one would notice first about this Teknoman was the fact that he, like Gunnar, did not posses the standard horned helmet that most Teknomen had. This ones helmet had smooth, curved, almost graceful lines.
Slowly, the new Teknoman raised his head for the first time and looked around at the base.
(Rapier.)
(what?)
(Greetings, Teknoman Rapier.)
(Teknoman Rapier? It that who I am? And who are you?)
(Yes, you are Teknoman Rapier. And I am Darkon. Your master.)
Rapier nodded, too tired and disoriented to say anything more. Falling limply back to the ground, Rapiers carmine eyes beneath his helmet slid shut. Meanwhile, another occupant of the Radams underground base was watching the birth with calm crimson eyes.
Gunnars thoughts, however, were far from as tranquil as his expression. Raven. Or as much Raven Carter as Im Fritz Wallace, and maybe a lot less. Gunnar knew that he was the only Teknoman who would remember anything about his life before Darkon had come along. He would have to get word to Ulysses, somehow, since that was what he had agreed to do.
Contacting him telepathically would have been outright suicidal, since Darkon would sense it. So Gunnar would have to go back to the cabin. And that meant that he would have to come up with some reason, some excuse that Darkon wouldnt think to question.
Gunnar sighed; hed have to think about this