Disclaimer: Nope. I'm not K. A. Though some things are from her books.
Intro: I guess if you're reading this, you're slightly interested in this story. Good. We're starting at the last words of #54. Then we're back at the life-changing meeting in book 49. Have fun.
Marco
I heard Jake say, "Full emergency power to the engines. Ram the Blade ship."
Bloop
"There's another option," Jake said. "We can get inside, find out what they-."
Something hit me. "Wait a minute. Infiltrate? Just get inside and snoop around?" I gave Jake a knowing look. "You know we will get in a fight. What then?"
Jake started to answer, but it dawned on him too. The others were not so quick.
"Oh, come ON! We can take the Yeerks! We aren't gonna go just because Marco's a big baby?" Rachel glared at me. "You might not have much to lose, but if they find the rest of us, …" She let it hang.
"We can't go because if it comes down to a fight, one of us will get hurt. And when one gets hurt, one bleeds. Guess what? The Yeerks will scoop up that oh so convenient blood and within hours we'll all be Controllers."
I let that sink in. Then Jake raised his hands.
"Alright, alright, we obviously can't risk it. Let's all just go home and sit this one out." He grinned. "Maybe we can finally relax."
I raised my hand like I had a question. Jake nodded at me.
I stood up and in my best little kid voice said, "I'm s'post to ask all of you to come and donate blood to help the Red Cross." I grinned. It was a joke.
No one laughed.
Jake just sighed and shook his head.
Ellimist
It was my turn. And I made my move.
So did Crayak.
Strike and counter-strike.
Cause and effect.
Action and reaction. And thus it will always be.