Okay, this takes place in an AU where there are no Animorphs, no Yeerks,
and humans are as pathetic and backwards as always. An Andalite ship gets
shot down and crashes on Earth . . . I don't have spell check, sorry.
The . . . Title ( Any suggestions? )
Approaching Skrit Na Trade Ship 1175. Reported Titani. He was looking at the holographic image that told how far the Explorer 4391 had to travel in order to reach its destination. We are being hailed.
On screen. Said Captain-Prince Tamanore.
A Skrit Na began to form on the Holo Com. Holographic communicator. When the shape was fully formed, it began to speak.
"You have to understand, we cannot simply allow you to inspect our ship!" The Skrit Na yelled.
You know the treaty, at least allow us to access the data records! Tamanore countered.
"In this far quadrant of space! You must be joking!" The Skrit Na's face was flustered and its claws tapped the ground with a rhythmic clicking noise.
I am not . . . joking, you must show us your database! Tamanore said in a voice that usually only Council Members used.
"And if I don't?" He hissed.
Tamanore suddenly realized what situation they were in. He was in command of an Explorer model cruise ship, in orbit of a strange planet with no Andalite colonies. He was facing a Skrit Na Trade Ship, built to get out of difficult situations. This would classify as a difficult situation.
It's preparing to fire! Jeninel yelled, showing a rare display of panic.
Avoid it! Tamanore yelled, but it was too late. A red beam lanced across space and struck the Explorer on the main engine. An explosion rocked the ship and flames spurted from the unusable engine. Computer, damage report!
Damage report: Engine damage: level nine. System damage: level five. Weapons: Functional.
We're losing altitude! The planet's gravity's too strong! Jeninel screamed.
The Skrit Na hologram had disappeared, and as the gravity stabilizers failed to work, Tamanore fell heavily against Titani. The wind was knocked out of him as Jeninel's back hoofs pounded his chest. Through the glass dome he watched as streaks of white flashed by, a flash of grey, and from a stalk eye, he gaped as a tiny patch of green came closer, closer, until it was no longer tiny, the ship was in fact, now the tiny one.
BOOM.
The ship hit the ground with amazing speed, gave one last tremendous sputter, and died.
* * *
James frowned as he struggled to open the jammed door. Why was New York always so unfriendly? Muggings, a hijacking, and now this. He pounded the teal door with his fist and looked up to yell at the God who made all this happen to him. But the scream never came. He stared as a flash of white seemed to grow.
It was coming straight toward him.
Every instinct told him to run, but his feet somehow refused to move. Slowly, he realized that the thing was not coming right for him, but a little to the side.
Straight toward Central Park.
The thing, going faster then what seemed possible, struck the ground with a tremor of the earth, sending up a tidal wave of dirt and slowly skidded to a halt. He stared, oblivious to the screams of fright from the people all around him. God, it was huge. He felt warmth spread through his pants and in the far region of his mind he realized he had wet himself. Giving one last gasp, he turned, and ran for all he was worth.
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Did you like it? Was it horrible? Do you have any ideas of what could happen? I know what I'll put, but I want to see what you think. I typed this instead of Darange.
Happy? Kind of short . . . I know.
The . . . Title ( Any suggestions? )
Approaching Skrit Na Trade Ship 1175. Reported Titani. He was looking at the holographic image that told how far the Explorer 4391 had to travel in order to reach its destination. We are being hailed.
On screen. Said Captain-Prince Tamanore.
A Skrit Na began to form on the Holo Com. Holographic communicator. When the shape was fully formed, it began to speak.
"You have to understand, we cannot simply allow you to inspect our ship!" The Skrit Na yelled.
You know the treaty, at least allow us to access the data records! Tamanore countered.
"In this far quadrant of space! You must be joking!" The Skrit Na's face was flustered and its claws tapped the ground with a rhythmic clicking noise.
I am not . . . joking, you must show us your database! Tamanore said in a voice that usually only Council Members used.
"And if I don't?" He hissed.
Tamanore suddenly realized what situation they were in. He was in command of an Explorer model cruise ship, in orbit of a strange planet with no Andalite colonies. He was facing a Skrit Na Trade Ship, built to get out of difficult situations. This would classify as a difficult situation.
It's preparing to fire! Jeninel yelled, showing a rare display of panic.
Avoid it! Tamanore yelled, but it was too late. A red beam lanced across space and struck the Explorer on the main engine. An explosion rocked the ship and flames spurted from the unusable engine. Computer, damage report!
Damage report: Engine damage: level nine. System damage: level five. Weapons: Functional.
We're losing altitude! The planet's gravity's too strong! Jeninel screamed.
The Skrit Na hologram had disappeared, and as the gravity stabilizers failed to work, Tamanore fell heavily against Titani. The wind was knocked out of him as Jeninel's back hoofs pounded his chest. Through the glass dome he watched as streaks of white flashed by, a flash of grey, and from a stalk eye, he gaped as a tiny patch of green came closer, closer, until it was no longer tiny, the ship was in fact, now the tiny one.
BOOM.
The ship hit the ground with amazing speed, gave one last tremendous sputter, and died.
* * *
James frowned as he struggled to open the jammed door. Why was New York always so unfriendly? Muggings, a hijacking, and now this. He pounded the teal door with his fist and looked up to yell at the God who made all this happen to him. But the scream never came. He stared as a flash of white seemed to grow.
It was coming straight toward him.
Every instinct told him to run, but his feet somehow refused to move. Slowly, he realized that the thing was not coming right for him, but a little to the side.
Straight toward Central Park.
The thing, going faster then what seemed possible, struck the ground with a tremor of the earth, sending up a tidal wave of dirt and slowly skidded to a halt. He stared, oblivious to the screams of fright from the people all around him. God, it was huge. He felt warmth spread through his pants and in the far region of his mind he realized he had wet himself. Giving one last gasp, he turned, and ran for all he was worth.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Did you like it? Was it horrible? Do you have any ideas of what could happen? I know what I'll put, but I want to see what you think. I typed this instead of Darange.
Happy? Kind of short . . . I know.