Be careful what you wish for, Willamine.
Either tell me why, or shut up.
What? Tell you why what? Natasha was completely confused.
I'm hearing voices in my head that keep saying "Be careful what you wish for, Willamine."
Natasha snorted. The voice in my head is hearing voices. Does anyone else see a problem with that?
Nope.
You're impossible.
Scientifically, yes. Natasha sighed. She wondered, not for the first time, if she was crazy.
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"Hit them! Hit them, before they hit us!" Natasha squeezed the trigger as Sharthum two-one-four barrel rolled the Bug Fighter. "You idiot! You missed!"
"You threw me off!" she cried as she fired once more. This time it hit an engine. At the same time, their Bug came to an immediate stop and both of them were pitched forward. The Bug slowly started to go backwards, and the communications screen turned on to an Andalite glaring at them. Since the computers couldn't transmit thought speech, it was the Andalite's 'voice' they heard.
"You have been captured, Yeerks. If you try anything, you will be killed." Natasha shot a glance at Shartham. He looked terrified. This was his first mission involving any possibility of capture, and he wasn't handling it too well. Then again, I probably wouldn't have either, if it had been Andalites. And this is too much like getting a private yelling session with Visser Three.
Shartham shakily drew his Dracon beam, but Natasha shook her head. "We're in space." Comprehension dawned on him, but he still held the weapon. There was a slight noise as the Andalite craft "married" hatches with the Bug, and the doors opened, bringing the unwelcome sight of two Andalites with Shredders.
[Put the weapon down.] Even half-dead from fear, Shartham gently put the Dracon beam down so it would not fire. The bigger Andalite turned one stalk eye toward Natasha and said, [You also.] Natasha sighed slightly and tossed the weapon to the side. Having to follow orders from those who weren't supposed to be her boss was her biggest pet peeve.
"Now what? Follow you to our deaths?" Natasha asked sweetly in Galard.
The Andalite glared at her. [We do not kill prisoners, usually. If you die of Kandrona starvation it is not our problem.]
"Comforting thought." Sharthram whispered in English. It was apparent that the Andalite did not understand English, at least not yet, though he did not say anything about it. Sharthram was just to the right of the emergency escape module…
"Escape pod. On my word," she said, looking as if she were talking to the Andalites. They chose to ignore her. The smaller one made a slight, mocking bow and gestured to the hatch. She started to walk toward them, standing in the direct path of both Andalites to Sharthram. "Now," she said, completely calm. He leaped to the pod and slammed his fist onto the release button. The Andalites drew their weapons a second too late, as the EEM had already shot off.
Natasha felt a cool blade brush her throat. [I should kill you for that, Yeerk, but I will not. Yet.] She calmly looked into his eyes. There was the same hate blazing that she could see with Visser Three when he talked about the "Andalite Bandits." Hate was such a problem between these two species. They need divorce counseling, Will thought to her.
Natasha almost laughed aloud, but managed to keep it only to a smirk as the Andalites herded her inside their small ship. There was another Andalite in there, manning the ship while the others went on their raid. She sat against the back wall and watched the Andalites speak to each other, excluding her from the conversation. She casually slipped her fingers into her fanny pack to touch her Dracon beam. Oh, how I do love holograms.
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Will sat in the Ramonite box, idly weaving patterns in the air with her hand. She was more bored than she'd ever been in her life, and Nat shared the sentiment. Not caring if anyone was listening, as she doubted the Andalites would know what purpose she had, Will started to sing quietly to herself. "I fell in to a burning ring of fire, I went down, down, down…"
Will pulled out the book yet again. It was extremely hard to concentrate on the story. "Give me the child. Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the child you have stolen, for my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as great." She quickly shut the book and put it away as she heard hoof steps outside her box.
The Ramonite became transparent, and an Andalite was standing proudly and angrily outside. [Yeerk, in three days or less you will die. I would suggest that before that, you tell us what you know, and perhaps prolong your existence.]
Will smirked at him. In Galard she said, "Arrogant, idiot Andalite. That's a bribe that you have no intention of carrying out. I can see through it, though a starving Yeerk probably would not."
The Andalite looked at her in such a way as to make her think he was smiling grimly and arrogantly. [You are trying to convince me that you are not a Yeek, but once you are let out, it is almost a given that you will try to contact your fellow Yeerks.]
"You people are so freaking paranoid, that it is obviously completely pointless to talk to you." Will crossed her arms and turned her head away from her. The Andalite sighed, partly angry, partly annoyed.
[Us? Who is it that are too afraid to wage open warfare against those you are trying to conquer? Who is it that hide in the dark and slime, intent more on developing devices, stolen from Andalites, I might add, that are made for protection and violence? I don't think that it is us who are the paranoid ones.]
There you go, making these guys mad. Just remember, they have a steel blade at the end of their tail and I will be very displeased if you kill me.
Bah. I have a Ramonite box around me. I'm safe. "What makes more sense, since you are obviously more intelligent in matters of warefare than I: That the…invading army operate in secret, or they fight a battle that they are obviously going to lose? Being a human, I know what would make sense to our kind, but we are just…well, primitive, backwards aliens."
[I will refuse to answer that question, Yeerk, but what would your host say about that concept? Or can you not even answer, so crushed is the spirit within by the evil without?]
"Jesus, I am beginning to hate Andalites as much as Yeerks," Will whispered to herself. "Well, since you won't believe that I'm not a Yeerk, Natasha believes that they should fight a battle that is obviously going to be lost. Human history is full of cases like that. We are a very determined species, always wanting to win."
The Andalite glared at her. [I will be back soon, to see if you have changed your mind, Yeerk.]
Will leaned back against the Ramonite. "At your convenience, Majesty. I'm not going anywhere."
This seemed pretty short. Oh well. Thank you all who are reading and reviewing and giving stories! Now, should this series be a septology (seven) or a series of eleven?
Book Pile (All those I'm pretty sure are for sure):
Animorphs-K.
Eragon-Christopher Paolini
Hallowe'en Party-Agatha Christie
Winnetou-Karl May
Wind in the Willows-Kenneth Grahame