1 Episode One: Fury
Part Three: Aces High
Antimorph Flagship, Anubis, somewhere over middle America…
SKORRE
We rocketed across the continent faster than any ship on this planet had gone before. We flew close to the ground, with a dozen Yeerk Bug fighters on our tail.
"Aleks, Ripper, Skorre! Get to the turrets! Make them eat flack!"
LaRouche and David worked feverishly at the controls, moving the ship across a city. I guessed we were over Pennsylvania.
"Fuck! Their jamming the trackers! We cant lock on!" Screamed Aleks, shooting blindly behind him.
"HA HA! I got one! I got a fucker!" Screamed Ripper, the recoil from the turrets juttering him around.
"Go to Hell, Yeerk Scum! I shot out, as I let loose a flurry of Dracon beams, each powerful enough to destroy a house.
Sara worked on the sensor screens, telling us where the ships were.
"Right behind us! Ripper, he's in your sights! No, Aleks! Your shooting blanks! No!"
"Fuck this!" Yelled David, "Fuck all this! They are going to die! Cloak, I modified the ship since I got it, we can fire when cloaked, we…"
He was cut off by an explosion.
"Shit! We've been hit!" Said LaRouche, "I'm putting out the fire now, but we need to land!"
I looked down at the tree's, cities and landscapes going by in a blur. A desert! We were over the Mojave, the city of Vegas shooting past in radiant Neon. It was getting darker. We were entering a different time zone.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit! I cant get his ass!" Said Aleks, feverishly letting loose Dracon shots.
I closed my eyes and let loose a flurry, my massive fingers pressing on the triggers for nearly a minute.
I had destroyed six bug fighters.
"Holy shit! You took down six!" Confirmed Ripper, " Only five more!"
"We need to land," Reminded LaRouche.
"I know! We cant, though, unless we want to die!"
"I got one more!" Said Aleks.
Four more.
An ocean! The pacific loomed in all directions, the biggest body of water on the planet.
The communications screen came to life as the face of Sub-Visser Eight filled the screen with an Andalite sneer.
Had enough, Taggart? You should know that you stand no chance of escape. Soon, there will be no lace for your band of terrorists to hide. We are assuming offensive operations on this planet, in a month it will be ours!
"Never, Yeerk!" I said, taking our another Bug fighter.
"I'll see you dead, Nodnarb 395, you vile slug!" David ranted, " I'll kill you all for what you've done to me! For destroying my family, for killing my son, for ruining my life! You will DIE, if my name is not David Taggart!"
Your name was once David Hunting, the Sub-Visser pointed out.
"That part of my life is dead, now, Yeerk."
It would seem that your whole life is gone, Taggart.
"Even if all my bones are broken, I will drag myself back from death to have my revenge, Yeerk. You cannot kill what is not human!"
We shall see, Taggart.
The monitor shut down, the Sub-Visser's face vanishing.
"Destroy them all!" David roared.
"No SHIT!" Exclaimed Aleks, "Dumbass!"
If David noticed this insubordination, he did not show it. He was headed to the torpedo tubes.
I could see the island of Japan moving closer. Soon, we flew over it, the four fighters still on our tail.
BLAM!
We took another hit! The lights flashing, sparks wailing and Klaxons blaring.
FUCK!
"It's getting hard to control the ship!" Said LaRouche, panicking from behind the controls, "We need to finish them off!"
"We are entering Chinese airspace…" Pointed out Sara.
"So-fucking-what?" Asked Aleks, as Dracon beams danced all around us.
"Those fighters aren't cloaked, and who besides the U.S. is better prepared for an air raid?"
"The Chineese will gun them down!" Said Ripper.
"Let us just hope that they don't shoot down us," I finished.
No one spoke, but there was no silence. The cannons power level was diminishing rapidly. We couldn't go on for much longer.
KA-BOOM!
A missile had hit a bug fighter, tearing it from the sky! The Chinese had shot it down!
"Yippe-kay-yay, MOTHERFUCKER!" Came Alek's battle cry.
"Die, motherfucker, die motherfucker, DIE!" Panted Ripper, sweat pouring off his brow.
"Three more!" I reminded, "Let's finish them off!"
I fired at a Bug fighter, narrowly missing.
"Damnation!"
"Die!"
Missed again.
"Oh, Bull fuck!"
A hit!
The fighter exploded in a streaking blaze, soon vanishing from the sky.
We were somewhere over the Gobi deserts in eastern china, a blasted waste of sand, cliffs, mountains and rock. And military bases.
I could hear the sounds of the guns firing flack from the ground on the sensors, aiming for one of the bug fighters.
Amazingly, there was a hit!
"Take that, BITCH!" Screamed Ripper.
"Glory, Hallelujah."
Sara.
Aleks slowly turned around, looking at the child.
"You don't really think that God can help you, do you? What kind of God would allow a world like this, or people like us?"
Sara was stunned, turning back to read the sensors, as Aleks took aim to dust off the last Bug Fighter.
We were out of china by now, flying very low. Our generators and engines near the breaking point.
Aleks took aim at the last fighter, swaying cockily before us.
"Soyanara, Sucker."
He let loose a fury of beams, completely wasting the fighter.
"We did it!" LaRouche screamed happily.
"Damn! The torpedo tubes aren't loaded. Good thing we never needed them."
"In this state, we are very vulnerable," I pointed out.
"Oh, swollow your pride, Skorr! We won, and it was a big victory! Be happy, we got out alive!" Said Aleks.
I wouldn't be so sure, Antimorphs!
Oh, Shit.
ALEKS
A ship appeared before us, hovering four hundred feet with us above the desert sands. We circled each other, like two wolves circling prey.
The ship was shaped like an ancient human trident, three long prongs at the back, a long, smooth shaft connecting a flat bridge-like area. What the hell was it?
"What. The. Fuck. Is. That?" I slowly asked.
"The computer is showing it as a Sub-Vissers Lancer battlehip. I guess it's a Blade ship, but for Sub-Vissers. 'Comp says it's good for escorts and fighting. A few of them can take down a dome Ship!" Explained LaRouche.
"Great. Where do we aim?" Asked David.
"Uh, the prongs at the back. Those are the engines."
"David? We have a very big problem," I cautiously said.
"What a surprise. More problems. How serious is this one, Skorre?" David asked.
"Very. The battery is nearly dead. No juice for Dracons. It will take days to re-charge!"
"Shit."
"DAMN!" Screamed Ripper.
"NO FUCKING WAY! WE WILL NOT LOSE HERE!"
Geez, he could really get emotional.
Oh, but I think you will, said Sub-Visser Eight, appearing again on the monitor, This Lancer ship can effectively destroy your weakened Blade Ship, however modified it may be. This is the end, Antimorphs.
Oh, crap.
Lieutenant? Open fire.
Suddenly, a miracle!
From nowhere, on the ground, a dozen humans stood up, emerging from perfect camoflauge. In their hands, most held giant rocket launchers.
They opened fire.
Part Three: Aces High
Antimorph Flagship, Anubis, somewhere over middle America…
SKORRE
We rocketed across the continent faster than any ship on this planet had gone before. We flew close to the ground, with a dozen Yeerk Bug fighters on our tail.
"Aleks, Ripper, Skorre! Get to the turrets! Make them eat flack!"
LaRouche and David worked feverishly at the controls, moving the ship across a city. I guessed we were over Pennsylvania.
"Fuck! Their jamming the trackers! We cant lock on!" Screamed Aleks, shooting blindly behind him.
"HA HA! I got one! I got a fucker!" Screamed Ripper, the recoil from the turrets juttering him around.
"Go to Hell, Yeerk Scum! I shot out, as I let loose a flurry of Dracon beams, each powerful enough to destroy a house.
Sara worked on the sensor screens, telling us where the ships were.
"Right behind us! Ripper, he's in your sights! No, Aleks! Your shooting blanks! No!"
"Fuck this!" Yelled David, "Fuck all this! They are going to die! Cloak, I modified the ship since I got it, we can fire when cloaked, we…"
He was cut off by an explosion.
"Shit! We've been hit!" Said LaRouche, "I'm putting out the fire now, but we need to land!"
I looked down at the tree's, cities and landscapes going by in a blur. A desert! We were over the Mojave, the city of Vegas shooting past in radiant Neon. It was getting darker. We were entering a different time zone.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit! I cant get his ass!" Said Aleks, feverishly letting loose Dracon shots.
I closed my eyes and let loose a flurry, my massive fingers pressing on the triggers for nearly a minute.
I had destroyed six bug fighters.
"Holy shit! You took down six!" Confirmed Ripper, " Only five more!"
"We need to land," Reminded LaRouche.
"I know! We cant, though, unless we want to die!"
"I got one more!" Said Aleks.
Four more.
An ocean! The pacific loomed in all directions, the biggest body of water on the planet.
The communications screen came to life as the face of Sub-Visser Eight filled the screen with an Andalite sneer.
Had enough, Taggart? You should know that you stand no chance of escape. Soon, there will be no lace for your band of terrorists to hide. We are assuming offensive operations on this planet, in a month it will be ours!
"Never, Yeerk!" I said, taking our another Bug fighter.
"I'll see you dead, Nodnarb 395, you vile slug!" David ranted, " I'll kill you all for what you've done to me! For destroying my family, for killing my son, for ruining my life! You will DIE, if my name is not David Taggart!"
Your name was once David Hunting, the Sub-Visser pointed out.
"That part of my life is dead, now, Yeerk."
It would seem that your whole life is gone, Taggart.
"Even if all my bones are broken, I will drag myself back from death to have my revenge, Yeerk. You cannot kill what is not human!"
We shall see, Taggart.
The monitor shut down, the Sub-Visser's face vanishing.
"Destroy them all!" David roared.
"No SHIT!" Exclaimed Aleks, "Dumbass!"
If David noticed this insubordination, he did not show it. He was headed to the torpedo tubes.
I could see the island of Japan moving closer. Soon, we flew over it, the four fighters still on our tail.
BLAM!
We took another hit! The lights flashing, sparks wailing and Klaxons blaring.
FUCK!
"It's getting hard to control the ship!" Said LaRouche, panicking from behind the controls, "We need to finish them off!"
"We are entering Chinese airspace…" Pointed out Sara.
"So-fucking-what?" Asked Aleks, as Dracon beams danced all around us.
"Those fighters aren't cloaked, and who besides the U.S. is better prepared for an air raid?"
"The Chineese will gun them down!" Said Ripper.
"Let us just hope that they don't shoot down us," I finished.
No one spoke, but there was no silence. The cannons power level was diminishing rapidly. We couldn't go on for much longer.
KA-BOOM!
A missile had hit a bug fighter, tearing it from the sky! The Chinese had shot it down!
"Yippe-kay-yay, MOTHERFUCKER!" Came Alek's battle cry.
"Die, motherfucker, die motherfucker, DIE!" Panted Ripper, sweat pouring off his brow.
"Three more!" I reminded, "Let's finish them off!"
I fired at a Bug fighter, narrowly missing.
"Damnation!"
"Die!"
Missed again.
"Oh, Bull fuck!"
A hit!
The fighter exploded in a streaking blaze, soon vanishing from the sky.
We were somewhere over the Gobi deserts in eastern china, a blasted waste of sand, cliffs, mountains and rock. And military bases.
I could hear the sounds of the guns firing flack from the ground on the sensors, aiming for one of the bug fighters.
Amazingly, there was a hit!
"Take that, BITCH!" Screamed Ripper.
"Glory, Hallelujah."
Sara.
Aleks slowly turned around, looking at the child.
"You don't really think that God can help you, do you? What kind of God would allow a world like this, or people like us?"
Sara was stunned, turning back to read the sensors, as Aleks took aim to dust off the last Bug Fighter.
We were out of china by now, flying very low. Our generators and engines near the breaking point.
Aleks took aim at the last fighter, swaying cockily before us.
"Soyanara, Sucker."
He let loose a fury of beams, completely wasting the fighter.
"We did it!" LaRouche screamed happily.
"Damn! The torpedo tubes aren't loaded. Good thing we never needed them."
"In this state, we are very vulnerable," I pointed out.
"Oh, swollow your pride, Skorr! We won, and it was a big victory! Be happy, we got out alive!" Said Aleks.
I wouldn't be so sure, Antimorphs!
Oh, Shit.
ALEKS
A ship appeared before us, hovering four hundred feet with us above the desert sands. We circled each other, like two wolves circling prey.
The ship was shaped like an ancient human trident, three long prongs at the back, a long, smooth shaft connecting a flat bridge-like area. What the hell was it?
"What. The. Fuck. Is. That?" I slowly asked.
"The computer is showing it as a Sub-Vissers Lancer battlehip. I guess it's a Blade ship, but for Sub-Vissers. 'Comp says it's good for escorts and fighting. A few of them can take down a dome Ship!" Explained LaRouche.
"Great. Where do we aim?" Asked David.
"Uh, the prongs at the back. Those are the engines."
"David? We have a very big problem," I cautiously said.
"What a surprise. More problems. How serious is this one, Skorre?" David asked.
"Very. The battery is nearly dead. No juice for Dracons. It will take days to re-charge!"
"Shit."
"DAMN!" Screamed Ripper.
"NO FUCKING WAY! WE WILL NOT LOSE HERE!"
Geez, he could really get emotional.
Oh, but I think you will, said Sub-Visser Eight, appearing again on the monitor, This Lancer ship can effectively destroy your weakened Blade Ship, however modified it may be. This is the end, Antimorphs.
Oh, crap.
Lieutenant? Open fire.
Suddenly, a miracle!
From nowhere, on the ground, a dozen humans stood up, emerging from perfect camoflauge. In their hands, most held giant rocket launchers.
They opened fire.