By Admiral_Albia and D_D_Duley
The authors of this story are in no way associated with the legal ownership
of Animorphs.
We would seriously recommend reading chapters 1 and 2, if for
some reason you haven't already. They explain a lot of the plot. Reading
AA's story (when it comes out) will help too, especially in this part.
Because of this, I (AA) will give you a brief synopsis of my storyline;
1) Elfangor lived. No more will be said; read and find out ;-)
2) There's a little band of... mainly Andalites, hidden away on a planet
created specially for them by the Ellimist. They are; Elfangor, Arbron,
Loren (MAINLY Andalites, I said), Tobias' twin sister Loki, Aldrea, Dak;
and Aldrea and Dak's son Seerow. And Tobias, when he's at home. They were
recently joined by Estrid and Gonrod (book 38). Arbron has developed space-travel
to the point where it is now time-travel; he has also overcome almost all
of the faults in the morphing power. When this story begins, the Animorphs
have already met this small, select band and had their time limits erased.
Tobias is now human, not hawk in his true form.
The series has ended, but the story continues...
Animorphs 55; Yeerk and Super-Yeerk (The Return of Rachel, Part Three)(written by admiral_albia)
Elfangor
Bank, you imbecile! This ship isn't invulnerable!>
Not yet, but I'm working on it!>
Arbron, shut up and GET THOSE SHREDDERS WORKING! PROPERLY!>
Yes, ma'am! Estrid, spanner.>
"Spanner? You're the technological genius of the universe and
you use a spannAAAAAAARRRRGH!"
LOREN!>
"Hey, Dad! DAD! Daaa-aaad...."
Not now, Loki, please...>
"Fine, I won't mention that an Andalite ship just came out of
Z-space and is helping us by shooting all the Howlers down, nope, I'll
just stay here and... ah, you've noticed."
"And I'm not hurt at all over here, don't mind about me..."
You're not hurt, Loren, it's just a bruise.>
I'm stuck! Oh, man, I'm stuck in the shredders! Help!>
Can we fire them, then?>
Aldrea, I really, really, REALLY hope you're joking. Really.
Because firing this shredder would be a very unwise move indeed, oh yes.
Now someone GET ME OUT OF HERE!>
So, situation normal aboard the Worldsaver, really. Except that
this time, we seemed to have allies. Whether we would still have allies
after they discovered we were carrying the daughter of Seerow and two hybrids
was another matter.
Dak yanked Arbron out of the shredder compartment and back onto
deck. Loren got back up and grabbed a seat to steady herself.
Andalite ship!> I called, establishing a communication, Come
in, Andalite ship!>
The communication screen lit up, showing a quite large male Andalite.
He looked young, but he had aged inside; in much the same way that Tobias'
friend Jake has. Transport ship Shormstar reading you loud and clear.
Is your vessel needing any urgent repairs?>
None that I can't fix,> Arbron said, brandishing his spanner.
Thanks for asking, though.>
Speaking of which...> Aldrea said, turning her main eyes
meaningfully in the direction of the shredders' innards.
Fine. Just have Dak on hand to pull me out, will you?>
I ignored this as part of the background noise of the ship. If Aldrea
started threatening Arbron, then I would stop them. Many thanks for
saving our rears.>
"Butts," Loren muttered.
If there is anything we can do in return...> The Andalite
hesitated, and I realised that he wasn't looking at me, or at any of the
others. He was looking at the grass which covered the floor of our ship.
It was probably a long time since the poor boy had tasted fresh grass.
Would you care to dock with us for a while?> I asked, trying
to make the offer sound careless, rather than concerned.
The Andalite and his crew looked at each other briefly; they
were thought-speaking privately.
We gladly accept your offer. Where can we dock?>
Not the right side, I'm in the airlock,> Arbron called up
quickly.
Tell `em to dock on the right side,> Aldrea said so the Andalites
on the Shormstar couldn't `hear`.
You may dock on the left side from our direction,> I told
the captain of the ship.
Oh, Elfangor! You're such a spoilsport!>
The ship docked quickly; we opened the airlock and....
BREEET! BREEET! BREEET! YEERK ALERT! AN ORGANISM COMING ABOARD
IS A YEERK SLAVE! YEERK ALERT! YEERK ALERT! BREEET! BREEET! BREEET! Seconds
later, the teleport had activated and transported our... allies(?) to the
`quarantine bay`. There was silence of the sort which is when no-one
is speaking, unlike when Andalites are speaking. Sorry... humanity. It's
addictive.
Well!> Aldrea said, breaking the silence.
"Arbron, is there any chance of that thing being faulty?" Loren
called into the airlock.
Does the computer say the security system is faulty?>
"No."
Well, there you are then.> Arbron backed onto the bridge
again. OK, Elfangor, you can fire the shredders now.>
And if they backfire again, I will personally throttle you,>
Aldrea told him. I fired the shredders. A piece of Howler ship disintegrated.
Great! Now, let's get the heck outta here!>
Three Days Later
"Our infested friends should be coming to themselves any time now,"
Loren said as we walked down to the quarantine bay.
Yeah,> I agreed. Ah... two of them are.> And indeed,
two of the Andalites were screaming, gasping and panting; one of the males
and the female with incredibly strong arms, especially for an Andalite.
As we watched, the Yeerk wormed its way out of the male's ear; he stood
up, gasping. I went into his chamber and helped him up.
Catherine,> he gasped, most dangerous. Don't go in until
Yeerk's out... highly trained. Yeerk. Not Catherine.>
Is Catherine the female with the strong arms?> I asked him.
Yes. Throws her blade... can decapitate across crowded room.
On target. Watch out. Others... Yeerks won't come out.> I was a little
confused as to this, and said so as I helped the Andalite up to the bridge.
I'm... Nurhar-Asgar-Indan. Warrior. I was. Our ship... was
captured. By unknown species. Performed genetic experiments on us... we're
mutated. Half my brain... in my stomach.> He smiled briefly. Involuntary
functions only, though. But... we escaped. Experiments went too far...
gave us powers. We set off to join... colony. But Yeerks... looking for
test subjects. Who better than Andalites?> There was a sneer in his voice.
What were they testing?> I asked him.
A new kind of Yeerk.> Loren was helping the other Andalite
- Catherine - into the room. These new Yeerks have no weaknesses, as
far as we know. Nurhar and I... we were chosen to have normal Yeerks in
us, to assess how the others did. The others will be Controllers forever.>
Nurhar raised his stalks, the Andalite equivalent of a nod.
Great,> Arbron said sardonically from his model-building.
Yeerk and Super-Yeerk. Just what we need.>
"Do the Yeerks know about their other weakness, though?" Loki
wondered aloud. Loren's head snapped round.
"What other weakness?"
"Oh, some kind of instant oatmeal... it drives them crazy, apparently.
But the host can get through, sometimes."
Is this true?> Nurhar asked in astonishment. Loki shrugged.
"Well, I heard it from Tobias."
And that's what you call a reliable source...> Arbron asked
her. He shook his head sadly. I don't know, children these days will
trust anyone, even a complete stranger...>
"Tobias isn't a stranger."
You can't get much stranger,> I whispered to Loren, seconds
before Arbron said the same words. Loki groaned; Loren laughed. Not at
Arbron, at the fact that I had once again pointed out his predictability.
"There's only one way to find out," Loren said, sighing, "We'll
have to contact Tobias."
Tobias
"So let me get this straight," Marco said, "You get Erek and
Rachel's mother, decide you're going to be Doctor Frankenstein and bring
Rachel back to life, which works perfectly only she doesn't remember Cassie
because you took the ix-thingy in a rush and it goes wrong under stress,
so Rachel now hates Cassie and that's why Cassie's sitting in the corner
crying. And you think it's worked fine?"
"I didn't say that," I said, "I just said that at least we didn't
get Rachel's body without her soul, if you'll pardon the word. And anyway...
hey! Mail from Mum!" I opened the com-link.
"Tobias, we have a problem. Mind if we come down to Earth?" I
glanced at Jake, who nodded ever so slightly.
"Sure. Only land more slowly this time, OK?"
"Fine. See you in -" Mum looked at Arbron.
About six seconds,> He called.
"About six seconds." And the com-link closed.