1 Episode One: Fury
Part Six: Dark Force Rising
SKORRE
"You are insane!" Screamed Bin Laden, as LaRouche punched in a burn for Japan, "You have made your point. Many Yeerks were killed. Now you go again to their pool, to cause more devestation?"
"Yes. I am in charge here, Bin Laden. You would do well to remind yourself that you are a guest on this ship."
"Many of my men were lost under the command of your Lieutenant. I do not wish to see more Martyrs, dying for a worthless cause."
"What? What's a worthless cause? What did you say?" Shot Ripper.
"The Yeerks will have called all their troops down, by now. They will secure all pool entrances so highly that we will jot be able to pull that operation a second time," Said Aleks.
"True," mulled David. We cannot pull that off again. Too risky. Still, Tokyo is a pressing target. We need to take out that pool."
"There must be a way," said Bin Laden, "To do it, without losing to many men. We only have a hundred and thirty more. Every one is needed."
"If you have such high concerns, why don't you make up a plan?" Asked Aleks.
"No need to. David is in charge here."
As a human would say: BURN!!!
David was shocked. He didn't know what to say. Bin Laden was looking at him now, cagey and crafting.
"Alright, let's discuss this amongst ourselves."
Bin Laden nodded, and signalled his men to follow him. He walked to his quarters.
Once they had left, David gathered us all around.
"He is dangerous."
"No shit!" Exclaimed Ripper.
"What do you propose we do?" Asked LaRouche.
"Yeah, it's not like we can just throw him out the airlock!" Said Sara.
"In a sense, that might not be such a bad idea…" mused Aleks.
"You aren't serious!" I said.
"I am. We can't have someone else trying to take power from us. Besides, what are we going to do? Let them stay with us forever? We can't. We work alone. We need to keep our numbers lower than ten, or else some members might get ideas about a coup."
"That may be a good idea…" I said, trailing, "We need to be thinking about us primarily."
"Yeah, the dogs will be getting close to us. We should look out for number one," Said Ripper.
"Hey, look at this," Said LaRouche from the consol, "This looks intresting."
"What is it?" Asked David.
"Sub-Visser 64 is here. On Earth. His Lancer was damaged when his task force engaged an Andalite fighter squadron in orbit of Styx, the waste planet. Andalites scavenging for parts, apparently."
"So? How does this help us?"
"His Lancer is putting in for repairs at the Tokyo pool. His First Mate strongly objected, but The Sub-Visser had him executed for incompetence. He's a real hard ass."
It hit me like a bullet.
"We can sabotage it," I said.
"Yeah, if we can get in there, plant a virus on the computer, to fire all weapons while underground, we can take out the pool, easily," explained LaRouche.
"We'll do it. And when I say that, I mean a team operation. None of Bin Laden's men."
"Wow. Our first incognito mission," Said Sara.
"You won't be coming. You have not training and no morphs. You stay on the ship," David said, " As for the rest of us, we'll use my z-space closet to transport equipment."
"Sounds like a plan." I said.
I didn't know how right I was.
RIPPER
We landed the ship outside city limits, flew in as Eagles, and morphed alternate human forms, aquired from various Al Qaeda members, most of whom were Arab or Asian. However, a few were European, so we incorporated them into our morphs. The result was an exotic and attractive mixture of human features.
Not bad.
We dressed and headed towards the pool entrance, a subway station bathroom.
Gee, this looks only a bit odd, I said in thought speech, I see not one person who looks like us. Only Japanese.
Yeah, I thought that, so I have an excuse for us, Said Aleks.
Oh yeah? Whats this amazing excuse?
We're repairmen.
THAT'S YOUR EXCUSE???!!!
Uh, yeah. That's about it.
Hey, guy's? Do we even know what kind of host the Sub-Visser has? Maybe we can get him, too. Pondered LaRouche.
I don't know. I must be something we haven't seen yet. Answered David.
We walked closer to the pool entrance. Hork-Bajir were everywhere around the city, dragging humans, kicking and screaming, to the pool to be infested.
"Galfashe! Kelmacht your rank?" Asked a burly Hork-Bajir who had stepped in front of us.
David approached him.
"I am Rannick 443 of the Sima Nar pool, Pentasera. This is my repair crew. We have been transported here from the pool ship to oversee the reconstruction of Sub-Visser 64's computer and life support systems."
"I do not fumashe so! You klitnar no clearance."
"Yes, in fact I do. I am Under-Visser 832."
David then flashed an authentic looking Imperial Identification Card, stolen by me, from the body of one of the Hork-Bajr I killed at the mall.
Now, if the Controller had checked out the card, he would have known that Under-Visser 832 had been dead for almost a week.
But he didn't check anything out.
"Adasha, Under-Visser! Let the commander pass!"
We then walked from that point, not interfered with once.
The five of us walked down the long flight of stairs, the stairs that seemed to go on forever.
You'd think that the Yeerks could install an elevator, what with being a superior species and all, grumbled Aleks.
Shut up, I said, sharply.
This place reminded me of the past, when I escaped from Hell. The screams, the horned demons, that I now knew as Hork-Bajir, the immense heat…
It's very hot in here, Observed Skorre. I do not remember it being this hot, from my time in slavery.
Yeah, man. But it's a dry heat! Joked Aleks.
We don't need this right now, snapped David, Stop fucking around.
Yeah, I hear you, Said Aleks bitterly.
Look, there's the landing bay! I said, seeing a long, flat underground plain, with a few scattered Bug Fighters and Yeerk transports. There, in the center, was a Lancer battleship.
And a Blade Ship.
Whoa, who's blade ship?
"Hey," LaRouche asked a human Controller nearby, "I wasn't aware of a Blade Ship being here, who's is it?"
The controller eyed us suspiciously, "Who do you think it would be? It's Visser 59. He's making a stop here, to supervise the takeover until Visser one arrives."
The controller looked us over for a few seconds, then moved on.
Hey, its Visser 59, we could take him out, gut him like a little bitch! I said to the group.
If we take the pool out, everything will die. But still, we'll try and make sure he is inside when the Lancer starts firing. Said David.
We quickly moved across the pool, and entered the repair area.
We walked unopposed into the Lancer's section, the controllers already there saw us.
"Oh, you must be the replacement shift. You might want to look after those targeting computers. There seems to be a glitch somewhere."
"We'll take care of it," Said Skorre.
Get to work, LaRouche.
LaRouche moved into the shadows and opened up the Z-Space closet. He removed a Yeerk palm terminal, and accessed the ship's computers through the patch in.
"Warning. Foreign data detected. Warning. Warning. Warning"
A siren went off!
"Shit!" I yelled.
"Antimorphs!" Someone yelled.
"De-morph! Combat! Let's go!" Screamed David, changing back to human.
A group of Hork-Bajir approached me, slashing the air with their blades.
"Let's get it on."
Part Six: Dark Force Rising
SKORRE
"You are insane!" Screamed Bin Laden, as LaRouche punched in a burn for Japan, "You have made your point. Many Yeerks were killed. Now you go again to their pool, to cause more devestation?"
"Yes. I am in charge here, Bin Laden. You would do well to remind yourself that you are a guest on this ship."
"Many of my men were lost under the command of your Lieutenant. I do not wish to see more Martyrs, dying for a worthless cause."
"What? What's a worthless cause? What did you say?" Shot Ripper.
"The Yeerks will have called all their troops down, by now. They will secure all pool entrances so highly that we will jot be able to pull that operation a second time," Said Aleks.
"True," mulled David. We cannot pull that off again. Too risky. Still, Tokyo is a pressing target. We need to take out that pool."
"There must be a way," said Bin Laden, "To do it, without losing to many men. We only have a hundred and thirty more. Every one is needed."
"If you have such high concerns, why don't you make up a plan?" Asked Aleks.
"No need to. David is in charge here."
As a human would say: BURN!!!
David was shocked. He didn't know what to say. Bin Laden was looking at him now, cagey and crafting.
"Alright, let's discuss this amongst ourselves."
Bin Laden nodded, and signalled his men to follow him. He walked to his quarters.
Once they had left, David gathered us all around.
"He is dangerous."
"No shit!" Exclaimed Ripper.
"What do you propose we do?" Asked LaRouche.
"Yeah, it's not like we can just throw him out the airlock!" Said Sara.
"In a sense, that might not be such a bad idea…" mused Aleks.
"You aren't serious!" I said.
"I am. We can't have someone else trying to take power from us. Besides, what are we going to do? Let them stay with us forever? We can't. We work alone. We need to keep our numbers lower than ten, or else some members might get ideas about a coup."
"That may be a good idea…" I said, trailing, "We need to be thinking about us primarily."
"Yeah, the dogs will be getting close to us. We should look out for number one," Said Ripper.
"Hey, look at this," Said LaRouche from the consol, "This looks intresting."
"What is it?" Asked David.
"Sub-Visser 64 is here. On Earth. His Lancer was damaged when his task force engaged an Andalite fighter squadron in orbit of Styx, the waste planet. Andalites scavenging for parts, apparently."
"So? How does this help us?"
"His Lancer is putting in for repairs at the Tokyo pool. His First Mate strongly objected, but The Sub-Visser had him executed for incompetence. He's a real hard ass."
It hit me like a bullet.
"We can sabotage it," I said.
"Yeah, if we can get in there, plant a virus on the computer, to fire all weapons while underground, we can take out the pool, easily," explained LaRouche.
"We'll do it. And when I say that, I mean a team operation. None of Bin Laden's men."
"Wow. Our first incognito mission," Said Sara.
"You won't be coming. You have not training and no morphs. You stay on the ship," David said, " As for the rest of us, we'll use my z-space closet to transport equipment."
"Sounds like a plan." I said.
I didn't know how right I was.
RIPPER
We landed the ship outside city limits, flew in as Eagles, and morphed alternate human forms, aquired from various Al Qaeda members, most of whom were Arab or Asian. However, a few were European, so we incorporated them into our morphs. The result was an exotic and attractive mixture of human features.
Not bad.
We dressed and headed towards the pool entrance, a subway station bathroom.
Gee, this looks only a bit odd, I said in thought speech, I see not one person who looks like us. Only Japanese.
Yeah, I thought that, so I have an excuse for us, Said Aleks.
Oh yeah? Whats this amazing excuse?
We're repairmen.
THAT'S YOUR EXCUSE???!!!
Uh, yeah. That's about it.
Hey, guy's? Do we even know what kind of host the Sub-Visser has? Maybe we can get him, too. Pondered LaRouche.
I don't know. I must be something we haven't seen yet. Answered David.
We walked closer to the pool entrance. Hork-Bajir were everywhere around the city, dragging humans, kicking and screaming, to the pool to be infested.
"Galfashe! Kelmacht your rank?" Asked a burly Hork-Bajir who had stepped in front of us.
David approached him.
"I am Rannick 443 of the Sima Nar pool, Pentasera. This is my repair crew. We have been transported here from the pool ship to oversee the reconstruction of Sub-Visser 64's computer and life support systems."
"I do not fumashe so! You klitnar no clearance."
"Yes, in fact I do. I am Under-Visser 832."
David then flashed an authentic looking Imperial Identification Card, stolen by me, from the body of one of the Hork-Bajr I killed at the mall.
Now, if the Controller had checked out the card, he would have known that Under-Visser 832 had been dead for almost a week.
But he didn't check anything out.
"Adasha, Under-Visser! Let the commander pass!"
We then walked from that point, not interfered with once.
The five of us walked down the long flight of stairs, the stairs that seemed to go on forever.
You'd think that the Yeerks could install an elevator, what with being a superior species and all, grumbled Aleks.
Shut up, I said, sharply.
This place reminded me of the past, when I escaped from Hell. The screams, the horned demons, that I now knew as Hork-Bajir, the immense heat…
It's very hot in here, Observed Skorre. I do not remember it being this hot, from my time in slavery.
Yeah, man. But it's a dry heat! Joked Aleks.
We don't need this right now, snapped David, Stop fucking around.
Yeah, I hear you, Said Aleks bitterly.
Look, there's the landing bay! I said, seeing a long, flat underground plain, with a few scattered Bug Fighters and Yeerk transports. There, in the center, was a Lancer battleship.
And a Blade Ship.
Whoa, who's blade ship?
"Hey," LaRouche asked a human Controller nearby, "I wasn't aware of a Blade Ship being here, who's is it?"
The controller eyed us suspiciously, "Who do you think it would be? It's Visser 59. He's making a stop here, to supervise the takeover until Visser one arrives."
The controller looked us over for a few seconds, then moved on.
Hey, its Visser 59, we could take him out, gut him like a little bitch! I said to the group.
If we take the pool out, everything will die. But still, we'll try and make sure he is inside when the Lancer starts firing. Said David.
We quickly moved across the pool, and entered the repair area.
We walked unopposed into the Lancer's section, the controllers already there saw us.
"Oh, you must be the replacement shift. You might want to look after those targeting computers. There seems to be a glitch somewhere."
"We'll take care of it," Said Skorre.
Get to work, LaRouche.
LaRouche moved into the shadows and opened up the Z-Space closet. He removed a Yeerk palm terminal, and accessed the ship's computers through the patch in.
"Warning. Foreign data detected. Warning. Warning. Warning"
A siren went off!
"Shit!" I yelled.
"Antimorphs!" Someone yelled.
"De-morph! Combat! Let's go!" Screamed David, changing back to human.
A group of Hork-Bajir approached me, slashing the air with their blades.
"Let's get it on."