DISCLAIMER: Twelve chapters and I STILL don't own the Animorphs. Maybe my
luck will change at thirteen. . . But I did hear something that freaked me
out. Is it true that K.A.A. didn't write all the Animorph books? Somone
said she got other people to write the books and she took the credit! Is. .
.it that true? **lower lip trembles**. . .
NOTE: The voices in my head have returned yet again for some Animorphin fun! Yahoo! Who's turn is it to narrate, lets see. . . why, I believe its Marky-O! Oh yeah and a teeny lil note. All my fics take place before the whole "having to live with the hork-bajir camp" fiasco. I'd place my fic between anywhere #13 and #30. So no one has the taxxon morph yet. And um, the Mercora do have pretty tough shells but definitely not tough enough to withstand Dracon beams. Does the story make sense so far? I could only hope.. Jeez, do my notes/disclaimers seem to get longer every chapter or is it just me?
Marco -
It was at least 3 hours later and we were all cramped into a tiny dark cavern. No one was brave enough to go out yet and survey the damage. And anyway the Mercora were still in the middle of their mourning ritual. After convincing them that no, we cannot remove our legs, they shunted us into a corner. Not in a rude way though. Anyway we tried not to get in the way.
I attempted to hum a funeral song. It was totally sincere I swear. I wasn't trying to be mean or anything.
"Marco shut up you jerk." Rachel hissed. She sat against the dirt wall and her fists tightened around a rock. Even Cassie was giving me an angry look.
Oookay, so maybe it wasn't appropriate. I stopped. Oh well, I think I was humming the graduation song anyway.
The Mercora were all lining up. Somehow they had gotten a hold of several lengths of brightly colored cloth. Then they began to rub their legs together.
"Oh man." Jake complained so only we could hear. We all put our hands over our ears, preparing for the screeching noise.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
What the - Tobias said. Instead of nails-against-the-chalkboard screeching that made me want to rip off my ears, they were producing a low monotonous humming.
"It sounds like bees." Cassie said.
"Could be their rendition of the funeral march." Rachel speculated. Then she eyed me, "Or the graduation song."
"Hey how am I supposed to know the difference? Do YOU know how the funeral march goes?" I asked.
"Duh." Rachel rolled her eyes. And she began to hum. . .the GRADUATION song.
Um Rachel, that's what Marco was doing. Tobias informed her.
"What?" she tried again. And again. "Jeez, how does the funeral march go?"
"Or the graduation song." I said in a high squeaky voice meant to mock Rachel. She tried again.
"Hey was that it?"
"Uh, wasn't that the wedding march?" Jake asked.
"Crap."
Despite all of them giving me grief over not being serious enough, they all became engaged in a whispered conversation on how the funeral march goes. Figures.
Suddenly the humming stopped and Ghanin stood up, supported by his wife and some other females.
Let us bring out our inner grief into the physical world. he said. Then he looked at us. You must bear the pain inside.
We nodded. Then the humming resumed. Ghanin mentioned the names of every Mercora that was lost. The last name mentioned was "the Great and Virtuous Master Nogbert". Cassie motioned for us to bow our heads, so we did. I looked at Ax, whose fingers were twitching. What was his problem? Probably worked up over what he saw out there.
Then suddenly, without warning, each Mercora broke off one of their needle-like legs.
"Whoa." Rachel said.
"That's gotta hurt." I said.
Yellowish liquid trickled very slowly out of the remaining stumps and they each placed their broken legs on the colored cloth. I guess that concluded the ceremony because all of them came out of the line.
We thank our fallen comrades for giving us a chance for a future. Ghanin said. It is now time to rebuild our future.
Jake looked at us. "I think that means we are getting out of here."
He was right. We followed the Mercora out of the maze of tunnels and back into their cropfield. It was burnt to a crisp, everything blackened. Only a few glowing crops had been missed so there was little light.
The Mercora went straight to work moving the bodies, Hork-Bajir and Mercora. Ghanin, his wife, and us Animorphs followed him into the former complex and then into what used to be the control room. Visser Three had obviously done a good job screwing everything up.
"You have to put the forcefield back up." Jake said. "And don't make it permeable to thought-speak."
"Dude, wait, we gotta get out of here." I reminded him. "Remember? Unless you wanna be eating glow-in-the-dark broccoli for the rest of your life. I personally like the good ole non-radiating kind."
Can you not change into any form that can dig out from the tunnel? Ghanin's wife asked.
"Mole probably. We dig through the dirt and into the tunnel then we get out the same way we came in." Cassie
What about Visser Three? Tobias pointed out. He's probably out there right now, about to get in here with a fresh troop of controllers.
There is another exit. A different tunnel not very far from here. It was recently built as a shrine, but it was built rather close to the surface. Ghanin's wife said.
"Cool so we bounce from there. I say we do this as quick as we can, no telling when the Visser and his boys will crash this party." I said.
Yes, I will program the shields as soon as you are safely out of our domain. Ghanin said. You may go to the shrine now, I should have this fixed in a moment.
Ghanin was this generation's greatest shield expert. his wife said proudly.
You will need assistance. I will help. Ax volunteered.
No, I can handle this, I have my wife and the others.
Surely I could be of some assistance. Ax argued.
Ghanin he would be able to help, look at his slender fingers. Ghanin's wife said.
No! Ax backed away about six feet. He stood in the doorway, shuffling his hoofs around in the dirt.
Rachel arched her eyebrow. "What's HIS problem?" she asked, motioning to Ghanin.
Ghanin. . .? his wife said in a small voice.
Ghanin whipped out from beneath him the Dracon beam that Jake had brought into the room where the mourning ritual was held. Our eyes widened. I glanced at Ax, too far away for his tail to be of any use.
"Jeez we just cannot catch a freakin break, can we!?" I demanded.
Ghanin was a controller.
Alrighty that's it for now. Umm, yeah REVIEW please. And uhhhhh yeah that's it. This fic is getting pretty long hehehe. Oh well I like writing it, and I'd probably keep writing it even if I didn't have any reviews. But then it wouldn't be as good cuz I need ideas and advice. Plus they're nice to read =D. Ooooh I confused myself o.0
NOTE: The voices in my head have returned yet again for some Animorphin fun! Yahoo! Who's turn is it to narrate, lets see. . . why, I believe its Marky-O! Oh yeah and a teeny lil note. All my fics take place before the whole "having to live with the hork-bajir camp" fiasco. I'd place my fic between anywhere #13 and #30. So no one has the taxxon morph yet. And um, the Mercora do have pretty tough shells but definitely not tough enough to withstand Dracon beams. Does the story make sense so far? I could only hope.. Jeez, do my notes/disclaimers seem to get longer every chapter or is it just me?
Marco -
It was at least 3 hours later and we were all cramped into a tiny dark cavern. No one was brave enough to go out yet and survey the damage. And anyway the Mercora were still in the middle of their mourning ritual. After convincing them that no, we cannot remove our legs, they shunted us into a corner. Not in a rude way though. Anyway we tried not to get in the way.
I attempted to hum a funeral song. It was totally sincere I swear. I wasn't trying to be mean or anything.
"Marco shut up you jerk." Rachel hissed. She sat against the dirt wall and her fists tightened around a rock. Even Cassie was giving me an angry look.
Oookay, so maybe it wasn't appropriate. I stopped. Oh well, I think I was humming the graduation song anyway.
The Mercora were all lining up. Somehow they had gotten a hold of several lengths of brightly colored cloth. Then they began to rub their legs together.
"Oh man." Jake complained so only we could hear. We all put our hands over our ears, preparing for the screeching noise.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
What the - Tobias said. Instead of nails-against-the-chalkboard screeching that made me want to rip off my ears, they were producing a low monotonous humming.
"It sounds like bees." Cassie said.
"Could be their rendition of the funeral march." Rachel speculated. Then she eyed me, "Or the graduation song."
"Hey how am I supposed to know the difference? Do YOU know how the funeral march goes?" I asked.
"Duh." Rachel rolled her eyes. And she began to hum. . .the GRADUATION song.
Um Rachel, that's what Marco was doing. Tobias informed her.
"What?" she tried again. And again. "Jeez, how does the funeral march go?"
"Or the graduation song." I said in a high squeaky voice meant to mock Rachel. She tried again.
"Hey was that it?"
"Uh, wasn't that the wedding march?" Jake asked.
"Crap."
Despite all of them giving me grief over not being serious enough, they all became engaged in a whispered conversation on how the funeral march goes. Figures.
Suddenly the humming stopped and Ghanin stood up, supported by his wife and some other females.
Let us bring out our inner grief into the physical world. he said. Then he looked at us. You must bear the pain inside.
We nodded. Then the humming resumed. Ghanin mentioned the names of every Mercora that was lost. The last name mentioned was "the Great and Virtuous Master Nogbert". Cassie motioned for us to bow our heads, so we did. I looked at Ax, whose fingers were twitching. What was his problem? Probably worked up over what he saw out there.
Then suddenly, without warning, each Mercora broke off one of their needle-like legs.
"Whoa." Rachel said.
"That's gotta hurt." I said.
Yellowish liquid trickled very slowly out of the remaining stumps and they each placed their broken legs on the colored cloth. I guess that concluded the ceremony because all of them came out of the line.
We thank our fallen comrades for giving us a chance for a future. Ghanin said. It is now time to rebuild our future.
Jake looked at us. "I think that means we are getting out of here."
He was right. We followed the Mercora out of the maze of tunnels and back into their cropfield. It was burnt to a crisp, everything blackened. Only a few glowing crops had been missed so there was little light.
The Mercora went straight to work moving the bodies, Hork-Bajir and Mercora. Ghanin, his wife, and us Animorphs followed him into the former complex and then into what used to be the control room. Visser Three had obviously done a good job screwing everything up.
"You have to put the forcefield back up." Jake said. "And don't make it permeable to thought-speak."
"Dude, wait, we gotta get out of here." I reminded him. "Remember? Unless you wanna be eating glow-in-the-dark broccoli for the rest of your life. I personally like the good ole non-radiating kind."
Can you not change into any form that can dig out from the tunnel? Ghanin's wife asked.
"Mole probably. We dig through the dirt and into the tunnel then we get out the same way we came in." Cassie
What about Visser Three? Tobias pointed out. He's probably out there right now, about to get in here with a fresh troop of controllers.
There is another exit. A different tunnel not very far from here. It was recently built as a shrine, but it was built rather close to the surface. Ghanin's wife said.
"Cool so we bounce from there. I say we do this as quick as we can, no telling when the Visser and his boys will crash this party." I said.
Yes, I will program the shields as soon as you are safely out of our domain. Ghanin said. You may go to the shrine now, I should have this fixed in a moment.
Ghanin was this generation's greatest shield expert. his wife said proudly.
You will need assistance. I will help. Ax volunteered.
No, I can handle this, I have my wife and the others.
Surely I could be of some assistance. Ax argued.
Ghanin he would be able to help, look at his slender fingers. Ghanin's wife said.
No! Ax backed away about six feet. He stood in the doorway, shuffling his hoofs around in the dirt.
Rachel arched her eyebrow. "What's HIS problem?" she asked, motioning to Ghanin.
Ghanin. . .? his wife said in a small voice.
Ghanin whipped out from beneath him the Dracon beam that Jake had brought into the room where the mourning ritual was held. Our eyes widened. I glanced at Ax, too far away for his tail to be of any use.
"Jeez we just cannot catch a freakin break, can we!?" I demanded.
Ghanin was a controller.
Alrighty that's it for now. Umm, yeah REVIEW please. And uhhhhh yeah that's it. This fic is getting pretty long hehehe. Oh well I like writing it, and I'd probably keep writing it even if I didn't have any reviews. But then it wouldn't be as good cuz I need ideas and advice. Plus they're nice to read =D. Ooooh I confused myself o.0