This is my personal spin-off of Animorphs, a great series now finished by K.A. Applegate, one of my favorite authors. Animorphs, Andalites, Yeerks, etc etc etc, and some other "jazz" (c) K.A. Applegate. I'm just adding on to help broaden my skills.
Yaolyn's Journey
Chapter 1
My name is Yaolyn-Sirinial-Maylenee. I am an Andalite, a female.
It has been years since the great Human/Andalite-Yeerk war. My people and the humans are allies, no, possibly more than that. They're friends. Andalite tourism is a big industry now on Earth, I've been there twice. But I'll always prefer Leera, my home.
My training was done for the day, female Andalites were slowly being allowed into the military, I was one of the lucky few. I returend to my quarters in the old Dome ship.
The Dome ship Elfangor.
I was proud to be aboard this certain Dome ship. War Prince Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul's own legacy. Elfangor was a great hero, still is, though deceased, murdered by now dead Visser Three.
It was he who gave our morphing technology to human youths, he broke the law of Seerow's Kindness, perhaps our highest law. But, in the end, the youths, the Animorphs, including one of our own, aristh Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthill, Elfangor's brother, defeated the Yeerks.
Now, Prince Aximili was missing.
It had come to my own attention that it had been years since we had heard of or from Prince Aximili, or seen a commercial with an Animorph in it.
No one else seemed to notice, perhaps they were ignorant, or hiding something.
Oof!
Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry, War-Prince Alloran! Forgive me! I said.
In my thought trails I had forgotten what I was doing and almost run down my instructor, War-Prince Alloran-Semitur-Corass.
You're forgiven, aristh. he said curtly. Then, his stalk eyes saw who it was, what it was. Oh, it's you, Aristh Yaolyn. Where were you going?
To my quarters, sir.
Come with me, you seem to be lost to yourself.
It was a harsh statement, but I knew it was probably true. I followed my prince.
Alloran was disgraced. He was once a great War-Prince, he still held the rank, but not the respect. He had done a terrible thing many, many years ago. He had unleashed a Quantum virus on the Hork-Bajir homeworld.
This certain Quantum virus was designed to attack a specific type of living creature at the subatomic level, bypassing all possible countermeasures, and cause death inminutes. In this case, Hork-Bajir.
In the end a female Andalite named Aldrea and a Hork-Bajir Seer found out and tried to keep the virus from destroying the Hork-Bajir. They didn't exactly fail, but then again, they didn't exactly succeed. Hork-Bajir died in masses, the remaining Hork-Bajir were taken as slaves by the Yeerks.
Alloran was disgraced and known as the "Butcher of the Hork-Bajir." He was taken a slave to the Yeerk Visser Three for many, many years. The only Andalite Controller as far as we all know.
After the war, the human children forced the Yeerk from his mind, and he was freed. He returned to Leera, though disgraced, and was allowed to be a training Professor.
He taught me more than just how to fight, he taught me history. He taught me of Elfangor, of Aldrea, of Dak-Hamee. He told me about what it was like to live with a Yeerk controlling his mind, his every move. He showed me the Animorphs, of Jake the "Yeerk-Killer", of Cassie, of Marco, Tobias, Rachel, and of Aximili. How they saved Earth.
And now he taught me more.
Yaolyn's Journey
Chapter 1
My name is Yaolyn-Sirinial-Maylenee. I am an Andalite, a female.
It has been years since the great Human/Andalite-Yeerk war. My people and the humans are allies, no, possibly more than that. They're friends. Andalite tourism is a big industry now on Earth, I've been there twice. But I'll always prefer Leera, my home.
My training was done for the day, female Andalites were slowly being allowed into the military, I was one of the lucky few. I returend to my quarters in the old Dome ship.
The Dome ship Elfangor.
I was proud to be aboard this certain Dome ship. War Prince Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul's own legacy. Elfangor was a great hero, still is, though deceased, murdered by now dead Visser Three.
It was he who gave our morphing technology to human youths, he broke the law of Seerow's Kindness, perhaps our highest law. But, in the end, the youths, the Animorphs, including one of our own, aristh Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthill, Elfangor's brother, defeated the Yeerks.
Now, Prince Aximili was missing.
It had come to my own attention that it had been years since we had heard of or from Prince Aximili, or seen a commercial with an Animorph in it.
No one else seemed to notice, perhaps they were ignorant, or hiding something.
Oof!
Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry, War-Prince Alloran! Forgive me! I said.
In my thought trails I had forgotten what I was doing and almost run down my instructor, War-Prince Alloran-Semitur-Corass.
You're forgiven, aristh. he said curtly. Then, his stalk eyes saw who it was, what it was. Oh, it's you, Aristh Yaolyn. Where were you going?
To my quarters, sir.
Come with me, you seem to be lost to yourself.
It was a harsh statement, but I knew it was probably true. I followed my prince.
Alloran was disgraced. He was once a great War-Prince, he still held the rank, but not the respect. He had done a terrible thing many, many years ago. He had unleashed a Quantum virus on the Hork-Bajir homeworld.
This certain Quantum virus was designed to attack a specific type of living creature at the subatomic level, bypassing all possible countermeasures, and cause death inminutes. In this case, Hork-Bajir.
In the end a female Andalite named Aldrea and a Hork-Bajir Seer found out and tried to keep the virus from destroying the Hork-Bajir. They didn't exactly fail, but then again, they didn't exactly succeed. Hork-Bajir died in masses, the remaining Hork-Bajir were taken as slaves by the Yeerks.
Alloran was disgraced and known as the "Butcher of the Hork-Bajir." He was taken a slave to the Yeerk Visser Three for many, many years. The only Andalite Controller as far as we all know.
After the war, the human children forced the Yeerk from his mind, and he was freed. He returned to Leera, though disgraced, and was allowed to be a training Professor.
He taught me more than just how to fight, he taught me history. He taught me of Elfangor, of Aldrea, of Dak-Hamee. He told me about what it was like to live with a Yeerk controlling his mind, his every move. He showed me the Animorphs, of Jake the "Yeerk-Killer", of Cassie, of Marco, Tobias, Rachel, and of Aximili. How they saved Earth.
And now he taught me more.