This is canon compliant until the last bit. The war against the Yeerks still happen. Ax does not get kidnapped so no second war for Jake Marco or Tobias. Marco is Bi.
My name is Marco. The same Marco that spent the better part of his childhood fighting a war a kid shouldn't have had to be in. We were supposed to be fighting zits and hormones and all that jazz. Instead the small group of us, Animorphs, were fighting alien slugs.
It's been four years since the end of the war. Four years since Rachel died. Four years since everything changed, again. Earth has just barely settled into its new normal of inter-species relations. Memorials and holidays were created in our name. The cigarette and food industries are at an all-time high. The mental health industry is also racking in the patients because of the spike in PTSD. The Controller related burst actually became a huge enough thing that they've created a new name for it: PCS – Post Controller Syndrome. Speaking of money, I was enjoying it all. I was having fun enjoying the MTV famous life. I can't remember the last time we were able to just be lazy and get fat on twinkies and video games. After all we went through, we deserved it.
The Andalites are still being very Vulcan-like. Ax (he became the head liaison between our species and a bit of a mascot on the human end) says it's because they don't want another war and I can't blame them. That's the last thing anyone wants. While they are very protective over the morphing technology and others, they did help us out with all the global warming related stuff. I suspect that's their way of paying for all the cigarette butts we were providing.
Anyways, I prepping to meet Ax. It had become a regular thing where we would meet up as much as we could to just hang out. I was about to leave, while trying to decide which car to take, when the door rang.
"Ax, hey, what are you doing here so early?" I let him in. It surprised me that he was here because we had agreed to meet at the airport that was built for the spaceships in 30 minutes.
Ax was in his human morph. Of course, he didn't need to use it anymore but it helped with the paparazzi factor. I expected him start taking off the clothes he had on and demorph but he just stood there looking at me with this odd expression. It was like he was either going to crap himself or vomit and he had bad news that he didn't want to deliver.
"What is it? What's wrong?"