Disclaimer: Animorphs is owned by K.A. Applegate.
Author's Note: Thanks to a review by ihate54, I thought it would be a good idea to give Bad Language more development. Keep in mind that I don't know how many chapters this will take, so don't be surprised if it ends in six chapters.
I will like to thank my beta Tobias for reviewing this for me. You are a sweetheart.
Enjoy!
Nowadays in human culture, being in a heavily dense forestry means many things, most notably involves being in recreational activities involving erecting temporarily shelters and observing earthen wildlife. It could also mean creating new territory boundaries by both private and public-affair individuals, the interests range from conservation to create new facilities. Being in the woods is often associated with hunting too, even though many of the animals humans hunt are often harmless herbivores.
Warfare, on the other hand, is not one of the more relaxed human activities in the forest. Or anywhere else for that matter.
- Earth Diary of Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthill
/We better not get noticed this time,/ Marco grumbled. /I keep on missing—/
"ANDALITE!"
/Oh, shit./
Rachel, with the mighty strength of a grizzly bear, swung a paw around and forced the patrolling Hork-Bajir to spin like a bladed top before falling face down. She bared her teeth in frustration. "Screeeeee!" A Taxxon suddenly sprout from the bushes, teeth gleaming in the sunlight like bloodied shark's teeth. Marco did a small roll and gave the Taxxon a punch to the gut. The alien worm withered pathetically. Ax swung his tail blade down, and it finally stopped moving.
This is so messed up, man, Marco complained as he gave a rampaging Hork-Bajir an uppercut. /Every weekend is like this. We get no breaks, we—/
/Marco. Four words: shut the fuck up./ Rachel growled again. She ducked as she let Cassie to use her as leverage to jump at another Hork-Bajir. Alien blood spurted as Cassie clamped her jaws over the Hork-Bajir's snake-like neck.
Ax lowered a Dracon-armed human to counting in base-eight and neatly dismembered a Hork-Bajir's arm in the process. /Rachel, may I ask a question?/
Rachel roared at a human-Controller, who then dropped the pistol and ran in the opposite direction. /Shoot./
/What is fuck?/
Rachel became so still she didn't even react when another Hork-Bajir leaped and gave her a nasty slash on her back. Fortunately, Jake saw this and leaped on the alien, fangs penetrating leathery alien skin.
/Uh. Well,/ Rachel said, flicking a paw at a Taxxon in thought. Guts spew out of its bloated body. Another gobbled it up greedily while the wounded shrieked. /You know what, Ax? Forget it. It's hard to explain./ And with that, she interrupted the Taxxon's meal with a heavy blow to the head.
/Guys, we got some heavy reinforcements coming our way!/ Tobias called out in the treetops. /Oh, yeah, and Visser-Three too. He misses us, and wants to share his love./
/Great/ Jake said grimly. /Pull back, guys, pull back! We'll try it again next weekend./
/Dammit!/ Marco, of course.
The Animorphs turned away from the battle and retreated into the thicket.
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It was twilight when Ax finally went back to his scoop, demorphing from his harrier morph as he dealt with heavy injuries. As the last of the feathers melted into fur, he went to his small collection of Earth books and opened the dictionary. It was a collection of human words that give a brief definition of what the words mean. It was vastly useful, as human vocabulary greatly differs from Andalites'.
He tried to look up the word fuck, but apparently the Oxford English Dictionary didn't know what it was either.