***!Notice! Devilians, Chesgants, Devigants and Monkakes were made up by me (Sam Schneider) about two years ago. They are © copyright Sam Schneider. Do not use without permission. (I may also write about what happened in their past, actually, I've already started on paper.)***
Chapter 11
Marcax led us to a small room toward the back of his ship. It had the same granduer of scenery as the last one. But in the corners were two cubes.
Recession chambers.
They were frosted over from the cold temperatures used to keep them inact.
Can you defrost them without doing damage to the bodies? Alloran asked Marcax.
"Of course, this is Devilian technology you're talking about."
I suppressed laughter, he was as arrogant and many Andalites were!
Marcax punched a few buttons on a side panel and instantly the ice was gone from the glass.
Alloran peered in, main eyes and stalk eyes widening. Unbelievable, he whispered.
Alloran?
He did not take his eyes from the cubes, but he did explain.
These cubicles hold two living legends. Marco and Tobias. Marco is the human one, Tobias is in his hawk form, he turned to Marcax. Are they still alive?
The Devilian nodded, "Yes, they were only temporarily frozen from the air leak, and then my holding them only numbed their senses. They will thaw in less than an hour."
We waited.
* * *
It actually took an hour and a half, but there was no complaining from anyone.
During that time Alloran and I persuaded Marcax to deshield everyone else. He agreed, but not before letting us know that there were several other creatures on board.
His wife, four children, three Monkake females, and one Monkake male.
They were all creatures Andalites knew nothing about, we had never heard of them. But they had heard of us. And it was nothing too good.
His wife was a Chesgant. She looked like an Earth lion male (though she was female), and had four blades running down her spine and thick tail. Her legs and arms were thin, but ended in large and hefty paws. Her name was Chessi.
Their children were a mix of them, forming a new race called Devigants. Marcax and Chessi had been forced to breed when they had been captured by an empirial species called Metropids. Kacran was the eldest of the children, also the eldest son. Jamani was the eldest daughter. Raufaxius, or Rafax, was the youngest son. And Cawriana, or Cawri, was the youngest daughter as well as child.
The Monkakes looked like small Earthen monkies with pincher claws on the ends of their arms. They had thick, long tails which they used to balance on. Long limbs jutted out beside their tail. At the end of the derriere jutted out a knifelike blade. The females all had pouches. The only other difference from them and the male was that the male was larger and lighter in color. Neslixi was the eldest Monkake, followed by her daughter Mazi, and then her daughter, Qyn, and son, Klift.
Now, back to where I was, everyone else was unshielded and watching as the two legends finally came out of their deep sleep.
They slumped forward to the ground before they could be caught. Marco recovered first. His strong human arms pushed himself up from the floor. He tried out his mouth, "That's the last time I want to kiss the floor."
He looked over to Tobias on the ground, not even noticing the crowd before him.
"Tobias!"
He picked up the still hawk form, cradling it. After minutes the hawk eyes opened and he flared.
"Whoa! Tobias, chill, it's me, Marco."
After another few moments, the hawk calmed down, then, almost wearily said, Marco?
"Yeah, man."
Tobias twisted his head around, finally noticing us, Who are they?
Marco stood up, letting Tobias go instantly. The hawk fluttered up, preparing to dive as Marco began to morph.
Alloran exchanged glances with Marcax and then Evaren. He then stepped forward, Marco, Tobias, we mean you no harm.
They paused, as if recognizing him. Then, slowly they relaxed a little, the course black hairs disappeared back into Marco's skin. "Alloran?" they asked in unison.
Yes.
"Where the hell are we? Where's Jake?" Marco looked around through us.
Marcax stepped forward, "A long time ago a ship called the Rachel rammed into a larger ship, you two were aboard that ship. Your bodies floated through space and I collected them and froze them temporarily. Yours were the only bodies floating I found. The rest were most likely taken aboard a second, smaller ship that appeared after you rammed the large ship.
"I saw these creatures travelling through here and thought they were a threat to my friends and family. When one was brought around I was notified of their mission. They appeared to have been searching for you."
Marco nodded, comprehending.
Alloran continued from there, Commander Prince Galuit-Enilon-Esgarrouth gave us this mission. We were to find all who went aboard the Rachel, and the Intrepid alive or dead and bring them back to Leera and Earth. The others are all...presumed dead.
I watched as the human's head looked down to the floor, then back up at the rest of us, looking from Evaren to Alloran to Ajax to the humans to Kelt to Marcax to Chessi to their children to the Monkakes and then to me. He seemed to pause when he saw me. I saw a strange light in his eyes, he was checking over me.
Tobias began to preen himself.
"So, where did this ship go?"
Alloran gazed at Marcax, a silent question.
Marcax shrugged, "Deeper into Kelbrid Territory. Let me tell you one thing, however, I have never seen a Kelbrid anywhere in here. And we have been here a long time. I have gained old files and I believe they were chased out long ago."
By who?
"By a species you all seem to know very well; a species you all seem to hate. They have gained new allies, however, in a species that my family and friends have suffered greatly from. The Metropids.
"The Metropids are now the slaves of the remaining Yeerks, which, though very few, they are still reproducing more and more."
Marco looked up to the Devilian, "It takes three Yeerks to reproduce one, and very rarely two Yeerks. What are you getting at?"
Ralimn jerked visibly in place, he glared at Marcax. Do you mean to say the Yeerks, the remaining slugs, are using chemicals on themselves?
Chessi nodded for her husband, "Yes, they have done a semi-form of cloning, but each clone has its own will. I have been told it is a form of mutation on their bodies. Its other effects are not known, but there are more.
"They are led by one Yeerk."
Is he known as "The One"? Tobias asked.
She nodded again, "Yes. Though old records tell that his rank of the old Yeerk Empire was Sub-Visser Twenty-Three. He fled through space with his crew until his found other fighters that fled. He fought for control until he got it, and then, then he became The One."
I stopped breathing.
Sub-Visser Twenty-Three?!
I fainted.
Chapter 11
Marcax led us to a small room toward the back of his ship. It had the same granduer of scenery as the last one. But in the corners were two cubes.
Recession chambers.
They were frosted over from the cold temperatures used to keep them inact.
Can you defrost them without doing damage to the bodies? Alloran asked Marcax.
"Of course, this is Devilian technology you're talking about."
I suppressed laughter, he was as arrogant and many Andalites were!
Marcax punched a few buttons on a side panel and instantly the ice was gone from the glass.
Alloran peered in, main eyes and stalk eyes widening. Unbelievable, he whispered.
Alloran?
He did not take his eyes from the cubes, but he did explain.
These cubicles hold two living legends. Marco and Tobias. Marco is the human one, Tobias is in his hawk form, he turned to Marcax. Are they still alive?
The Devilian nodded, "Yes, they were only temporarily frozen from the air leak, and then my holding them only numbed their senses. They will thaw in less than an hour."
We waited.
* * *
It actually took an hour and a half, but there was no complaining from anyone.
During that time Alloran and I persuaded Marcax to deshield everyone else. He agreed, but not before letting us know that there were several other creatures on board.
His wife, four children, three Monkake females, and one Monkake male.
They were all creatures Andalites knew nothing about, we had never heard of them. But they had heard of us. And it was nothing too good.
His wife was a Chesgant. She looked like an Earth lion male (though she was female), and had four blades running down her spine and thick tail. Her legs and arms were thin, but ended in large and hefty paws. Her name was Chessi.
Their children were a mix of them, forming a new race called Devigants. Marcax and Chessi had been forced to breed when they had been captured by an empirial species called Metropids. Kacran was the eldest of the children, also the eldest son. Jamani was the eldest daughter. Raufaxius, or Rafax, was the youngest son. And Cawriana, or Cawri, was the youngest daughter as well as child.
The Monkakes looked like small Earthen monkies with pincher claws on the ends of their arms. They had thick, long tails which they used to balance on. Long limbs jutted out beside their tail. At the end of the derriere jutted out a knifelike blade. The females all had pouches. The only other difference from them and the male was that the male was larger and lighter in color. Neslixi was the eldest Monkake, followed by her daughter Mazi, and then her daughter, Qyn, and son, Klift.
Now, back to where I was, everyone else was unshielded and watching as the two legends finally came out of their deep sleep.
They slumped forward to the ground before they could be caught. Marco recovered first. His strong human arms pushed himself up from the floor. He tried out his mouth, "That's the last time I want to kiss the floor."
He looked over to Tobias on the ground, not even noticing the crowd before him.
"Tobias!"
He picked up the still hawk form, cradling it. After minutes the hawk eyes opened and he flared.
"Whoa! Tobias, chill, it's me, Marco."
After another few moments, the hawk calmed down, then, almost wearily said, Marco?
"Yeah, man."
Tobias twisted his head around, finally noticing us, Who are they?
Marco stood up, letting Tobias go instantly. The hawk fluttered up, preparing to dive as Marco began to morph.
Alloran exchanged glances with Marcax and then Evaren. He then stepped forward, Marco, Tobias, we mean you no harm.
They paused, as if recognizing him. Then, slowly they relaxed a little, the course black hairs disappeared back into Marco's skin. "Alloran?" they asked in unison.
Yes.
"Where the hell are we? Where's Jake?" Marco looked around through us.
Marcax stepped forward, "A long time ago a ship called the Rachel rammed into a larger ship, you two were aboard that ship. Your bodies floated through space and I collected them and froze them temporarily. Yours were the only bodies floating I found. The rest were most likely taken aboard a second, smaller ship that appeared after you rammed the large ship.
"I saw these creatures travelling through here and thought they were a threat to my friends and family. When one was brought around I was notified of their mission. They appeared to have been searching for you."
Marco nodded, comprehending.
Alloran continued from there, Commander Prince Galuit-Enilon-Esgarrouth gave us this mission. We were to find all who went aboard the Rachel, and the Intrepid alive or dead and bring them back to Leera and Earth. The others are all...presumed dead.
I watched as the human's head looked down to the floor, then back up at the rest of us, looking from Evaren to Alloran to Ajax to the humans to Kelt to Marcax to Chessi to their children to the Monkakes and then to me. He seemed to pause when he saw me. I saw a strange light in his eyes, he was checking over me.
Tobias began to preen himself.
"So, where did this ship go?"
Alloran gazed at Marcax, a silent question.
Marcax shrugged, "Deeper into Kelbrid Territory. Let me tell you one thing, however, I have never seen a Kelbrid anywhere in here. And we have been here a long time. I have gained old files and I believe they were chased out long ago."
By who?
"By a species you all seem to know very well; a species you all seem to hate. They have gained new allies, however, in a species that my family and friends have suffered greatly from. The Metropids.
"The Metropids are now the slaves of the remaining Yeerks, which, though very few, they are still reproducing more and more."
Marco looked up to the Devilian, "It takes three Yeerks to reproduce one, and very rarely two Yeerks. What are you getting at?"
Ralimn jerked visibly in place, he glared at Marcax. Do you mean to say the Yeerks, the remaining slugs, are using chemicals on themselves?
Chessi nodded for her husband, "Yes, they have done a semi-form of cloning, but each clone has its own will. I have been told it is a form of mutation on their bodies. Its other effects are not known, but there are more.
"They are led by one Yeerk."
Is he known as "The One"? Tobias asked.
She nodded again, "Yes. Though old records tell that his rank of the old Yeerk Empire was Sub-Visser Twenty-Three. He fled through space with his crew until his found other fighters that fled. He fought for control until he got it, and then, then he became The One."
I stopped breathing.
Sub-Visser Twenty-Three?!
I fainted.