DISCLAIMER: IBBLE DIBBLONT OWIBBLEN ANIBBLEMORPHS ("I don't own Animorphs
in my newly invented language: Frackinese)
NOTE: Okay, I swear I wasn't trying to make the last chapter look longer with the spacing. I just tried saving the chapter "as a webpage" to see what happens. That's what happened. Okay, I've been feeling guilty over the whole short-chapter thing, so I wrote this new one real quick to post today to make up for it. Digimon-lover, uh my friend said la cucuracha meant "cockroach" In Spanish, and since they morphed cockroach last chapter I figured, why not? And Jinako-chan, Marky-O is coming soon. Maybe your right, and I should surprise all of you. . . **kills Marco** there. No more Marco. **Brings him back to life** okay he's back. Let's boogie! **funky chicken**
Tobias -
"Anyway. We still need to find a way home. And that means meeting with some potentially dangerous aliens who can coexist with dinosaurs." Jake said. "Speaking of which, what the hell are they doing here? We have to be careful not so piss off any other dinosaurs. There could be others. Like those little ones the. . .uh. . ."
Deinonychus. I supplied. Pteranodons. Spinosaurus. I used to be really into dinosaurs when I was little. I had dozens of plastic figures and I read all the fact cards that came with them. My uncle and aunt never paid any attention to me, so I passed time in my room making dino-battles and memorizing stats.
Stegosaurus? Rachel added.
No, those were herbivorous. From the Jurassic Period. I said.
Oh, gee, sorry dino-boy. Rachel said sarcastically, winking at me. That would have freaked me out a couple years ago, a winking elephant.
Dino-boy, huh? That sounds cool. Bet he'd get all the girls. I decided to make a joke.
Oh sure, all the girls who are into pale, scaly, science-nerds. she laughed. Anyways I like the intellectual type.
I didn't really know what to say after that. Neither did she. There was a short, embarrassed silence.
You do, huh? I guess you'd dig me then. I know the capital of Iowa. Marco jumped in.
Des Moines. Ax said.
What? It's not Iowa City? Aw, Rach, you still dig me?
I'd completely forgotten they were there. Rachel and I hadn't been using private thought-speak. Jake and Cassie were smirking at us. Wonderful.
Marco, you know where you could stick Iowa? Right up your - Rachel retorted.
So, getting home, how's that going to happen? I interrupted, desperately trying to change the subject.
I decided to land, because I had been in the air for a long time. My wings needed a break, even just a short one. That's when I noticed something on the ground. It was round and silvery and very, very tiny. About half the size of a pea.
Hey, what's that? I said. They all looked at me.
"What's what?" Jake asked.
There. By your foot. A tiny silver thing.
Jake stooped over and inspected the sand.
"I don't see anything."
Ax went and looked.
I see it. he bent and picked it up gingerly. He brought the tiny ball into his palm and held it up for us to see. There was nothing remarkable about it. It looked like a small, clean ball bearing. Or a little marble.
So? Big deal. Rachel said It's probably a piece of that sphere ship.
I do not know what it is. . .but. . . Ax rolled it between two fingers. It began to glow a bright yellow.
What'd you do Ax? I asked.
I do not know. I was merely inspecting it.
Whoa. Marco commented. Suddenly it began to speak. Yes, the little silver ball spoke.
"HAGFRASH MIGAR! ILLIT PODAR GAFSH! YOKLO ALLASH DENIR HAGFRASH KLAT! LOGO HITNA WEREOR BIBULASH!" (Note: Hehe, my baby cousin said something like this to me. My spellcheck went berserk!)
Um yeah, I'll have the Big Mac, large fries, and a Coke. Marco said. Sounds like a McDonalds Drive Thru.
He was right. The sound was backed by a lot of static and seemed kind of muffled. But they were obviously words of some different language. It sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it.
"What was that?" Cassie asked, puzzled.
It was Galard, the interplanetary language most races use to communicate with other races. Ax explained. I believe we are in trouble.
"Why, what'd it say? Can you translate?" Jake asked.
It said, roughly, 'Stop Intruders! You have tripped a security device! A party of guards will soon escort you to the proper authorities!'
Jake raised an eyebrow. "Roughly?"
Ah, well the last part meant 'You are being watched by surveillance. Move and die.' Ax closed his fist over the security device.
Oh, hey. Well then we should leave a pretty thank you card for all this hospitality. Then I suggest we skidaddle on out of there. Marco said.
"Skidaddle?" Cassie asked. "Have you been watching Scooby Doo?"
Hah. Right. Me. he scoffed.
Actually yeah, he watches it with Ax sometimes after school. I said.
Marco turned to me looking betrayed. DUDE!
"Okay people, lets get back to reality. Something's coming for us." Jake said.
I returned to the sky and swerved in a big circle around our little group. It was easy to see, since Big Rex pretty much demolished everything. That's when I saw them.
A few yards to our left were five rusty-red figures. Each about 8 feet tall. When I say "figures" I do not mean human figures. I mean rough- skinned, big-eyed, small-mouthed figures. They walked on two legs and glided along on a surprisingly smooth gait. And every one of them carried dangerous looking weapons. I knew who they were. I remembered. Me and Rachel were the first to meet them while they were in this form 65 million years ago.
You guys, we have company. I called.
"What are they?" Cassie asked.
Who else? It's the Nesk. They're in big form, and they've got weapons. Five of them.
Way back we discovered that the Nesk could cooperate to make all their little ant bodies form one large body. They used this body to carry weapons, wreak havoc, etc.
What do we do? Rachel asked, looking at Jake.
"What can we do? They're already watching us, they could fry us on the spot." Jake answered.
Unless they were just bluffing. Rachel said hopefully.
You wanna risk that, Xena? Be my guest. If you end up as loose molecules floating in the atmosphere, could I have your CD player? Marco said.
"No choice. We face them, maybe we could negotiate with these guys." Jake said.
Hope they're more negotiable than their great-great-great-times infinity grandparents. Rachel muttered.
"We can't blame these Nesk for what they're ancestors did." Cassie reasoned. "Besides, they might not even be Nesk. They could be a different species that just looks the same."
I watched as the things trooped closer.
They'll be coming in from the left. I informed them.
My friends turned in that direction, waiting for the Nesk and trying to look tough. Jake was morphing tiger and Cassie, wolf. I considered morphing too, but I decided to stay high, to give them an aerial view. Plus, if they captured the others and didn't see me, I'd have a chance to save them. My new morph was much more powerful than any of my friends, but I was reluctant to use it. I knew from the previous experiences of the others that my new morph was difficult to control, and we really didn't have time to try it. I couldn't risk accidently gobbling up one of them. And anyway, if the Nesk were able to coexist with my morph, then they most likely had some way to keep it in check. I remembered how last time we met they took down a big Spinosaurus the size of a house with just one shot from a little gun.
Yeah, now was definitely not the time to morph a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Suddenly I saw one of the Nesk stop. It's strangely shaped head turned up. Straight at me. It raised its gun. It saw me!
Holy crap.
What happened? Rachel asked.
I didn't answer. My tail feathers adjusted and I banked a sharp right to avoid it, even though I had no idea what I was avoiding. I didn't see any projectile, and I didn't hear any noise. No visible waves or pulses, no recoil of the weapon. But I felt an intense muscle-ripping pain in my right wing and soon I was hurtling from the sky.
END OF CHAPTER 10! Still short I know. Sowwie. Oh and hey, DawnOfEast was right! I do have more reviews for this story than THE SOMETHING. Cool, thanks you guys! **Gives everyone an Aximili plushie** Hug it, it makes a cool noise! **hugs** "Hello, my name is Aximili and I love Freak Apple!" Hehe. . . Read and review, like always. I'll probably upload the next chapter soon too, because I'm grounded again. I had to go to this christening and I dyed my hair blue. Oh well, at least Ax would find me attractive **bats eyes at the plushie**
Stink E. Burrito: Webpages confuse me. It took me all my mental capacity just to put my pics up, I think my brain would melt if I tried adding a guest book. I like when people call me interesting, makes me feel all specialized **glows**
NOTE: Okay, I swear I wasn't trying to make the last chapter look longer with the spacing. I just tried saving the chapter "as a webpage" to see what happens. That's what happened. Okay, I've been feeling guilty over the whole short-chapter thing, so I wrote this new one real quick to post today to make up for it. Digimon-lover, uh my friend said la cucuracha meant "cockroach" In Spanish, and since they morphed cockroach last chapter I figured, why not? And Jinako-chan, Marky-O is coming soon. Maybe your right, and I should surprise all of you. . . **kills Marco** there. No more Marco. **Brings him back to life** okay he's back. Let's boogie! **funky chicken**
Tobias -
"Anyway. We still need to find a way home. And that means meeting with some potentially dangerous aliens who can coexist with dinosaurs." Jake said. "Speaking of which, what the hell are they doing here? We have to be careful not so piss off any other dinosaurs. There could be others. Like those little ones the. . .uh. . ."
Deinonychus. I supplied. Pteranodons. Spinosaurus. I used to be really into dinosaurs when I was little. I had dozens of plastic figures and I read all the fact cards that came with them. My uncle and aunt never paid any attention to me, so I passed time in my room making dino-battles and memorizing stats.
Stegosaurus? Rachel added.
No, those were herbivorous. From the Jurassic Period. I said.
Oh, gee, sorry dino-boy. Rachel said sarcastically, winking at me. That would have freaked me out a couple years ago, a winking elephant.
Dino-boy, huh? That sounds cool. Bet he'd get all the girls. I decided to make a joke.
Oh sure, all the girls who are into pale, scaly, science-nerds. she laughed. Anyways I like the intellectual type.
I didn't really know what to say after that. Neither did she. There was a short, embarrassed silence.
You do, huh? I guess you'd dig me then. I know the capital of Iowa. Marco jumped in.
Des Moines. Ax said.
What? It's not Iowa City? Aw, Rach, you still dig me?
I'd completely forgotten they were there. Rachel and I hadn't been using private thought-speak. Jake and Cassie were smirking at us. Wonderful.
Marco, you know where you could stick Iowa? Right up your - Rachel retorted.
So, getting home, how's that going to happen? I interrupted, desperately trying to change the subject.
I decided to land, because I had been in the air for a long time. My wings needed a break, even just a short one. That's when I noticed something on the ground. It was round and silvery and very, very tiny. About half the size of a pea.
Hey, what's that? I said. They all looked at me.
"What's what?" Jake asked.
There. By your foot. A tiny silver thing.
Jake stooped over and inspected the sand.
"I don't see anything."
Ax went and looked.
I see it. he bent and picked it up gingerly. He brought the tiny ball into his palm and held it up for us to see. There was nothing remarkable about it. It looked like a small, clean ball bearing. Or a little marble.
So? Big deal. Rachel said It's probably a piece of that sphere ship.
I do not know what it is. . .but. . . Ax rolled it between two fingers. It began to glow a bright yellow.
What'd you do Ax? I asked.
I do not know. I was merely inspecting it.
Whoa. Marco commented. Suddenly it began to speak. Yes, the little silver ball spoke.
"HAGFRASH MIGAR! ILLIT PODAR GAFSH! YOKLO ALLASH DENIR HAGFRASH KLAT! LOGO HITNA WEREOR BIBULASH!" (Note: Hehe, my baby cousin said something like this to me. My spellcheck went berserk!)
Um yeah, I'll have the Big Mac, large fries, and a Coke. Marco said. Sounds like a McDonalds Drive Thru.
He was right. The sound was backed by a lot of static and seemed kind of muffled. But they were obviously words of some different language. It sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it.
"What was that?" Cassie asked, puzzled.
It was Galard, the interplanetary language most races use to communicate with other races. Ax explained. I believe we are in trouble.
"Why, what'd it say? Can you translate?" Jake asked.
It said, roughly, 'Stop Intruders! You have tripped a security device! A party of guards will soon escort you to the proper authorities!'
Jake raised an eyebrow. "Roughly?"
Ah, well the last part meant 'You are being watched by surveillance. Move and die.' Ax closed his fist over the security device.
Oh, hey. Well then we should leave a pretty thank you card for all this hospitality. Then I suggest we skidaddle on out of there. Marco said.
"Skidaddle?" Cassie asked. "Have you been watching Scooby Doo?"
Hah. Right. Me. he scoffed.
Actually yeah, he watches it with Ax sometimes after school. I said.
Marco turned to me looking betrayed. DUDE!
"Okay people, lets get back to reality. Something's coming for us." Jake said.
I returned to the sky and swerved in a big circle around our little group. It was easy to see, since Big Rex pretty much demolished everything. That's when I saw them.
A few yards to our left were five rusty-red figures. Each about 8 feet tall. When I say "figures" I do not mean human figures. I mean rough- skinned, big-eyed, small-mouthed figures. They walked on two legs and glided along on a surprisingly smooth gait. And every one of them carried dangerous looking weapons. I knew who they were. I remembered. Me and Rachel were the first to meet them while they were in this form 65 million years ago.
You guys, we have company. I called.
"What are they?" Cassie asked.
Who else? It's the Nesk. They're in big form, and they've got weapons. Five of them.
Way back we discovered that the Nesk could cooperate to make all their little ant bodies form one large body. They used this body to carry weapons, wreak havoc, etc.
What do we do? Rachel asked, looking at Jake.
"What can we do? They're already watching us, they could fry us on the spot." Jake answered.
Unless they were just bluffing. Rachel said hopefully.
You wanna risk that, Xena? Be my guest. If you end up as loose molecules floating in the atmosphere, could I have your CD player? Marco said.
"No choice. We face them, maybe we could negotiate with these guys." Jake said.
Hope they're more negotiable than their great-great-great-times infinity grandparents. Rachel muttered.
"We can't blame these Nesk for what they're ancestors did." Cassie reasoned. "Besides, they might not even be Nesk. They could be a different species that just looks the same."
I watched as the things trooped closer.
They'll be coming in from the left. I informed them.
My friends turned in that direction, waiting for the Nesk and trying to look tough. Jake was morphing tiger and Cassie, wolf. I considered morphing too, but I decided to stay high, to give them an aerial view. Plus, if they captured the others and didn't see me, I'd have a chance to save them. My new morph was much more powerful than any of my friends, but I was reluctant to use it. I knew from the previous experiences of the others that my new morph was difficult to control, and we really didn't have time to try it. I couldn't risk accidently gobbling up one of them. And anyway, if the Nesk were able to coexist with my morph, then they most likely had some way to keep it in check. I remembered how last time we met they took down a big Spinosaurus the size of a house with just one shot from a little gun.
Yeah, now was definitely not the time to morph a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Suddenly I saw one of the Nesk stop. It's strangely shaped head turned up. Straight at me. It raised its gun. It saw me!
Holy crap.
What happened? Rachel asked.
I didn't answer. My tail feathers adjusted and I banked a sharp right to avoid it, even though I had no idea what I was avoiding. I didn't see any projectile, and I didn't hear any noise. No visible waves or pulses, no recoil of the weapon. But I felt an intense muscle-ripping pain in my right wing and soon I was hurtling from the sky.
END OF CHAPTER 10! Still short I know. Sowwie. Oh and hey, DawnOfEast was right! I do have more reviews for this story than THE SOMETHING. Cool, thanks you guys! **Gives everyone an Aximili plushie** Hug it, it makes a cool noise! **hugs** "Hello, my name is Aximili and I love Freak Apple!" Hehe. . . Read and review, like always. I'll probably upload the next chapter soon too, because I'm grounded again. I had to go to this christening and I dyed my hair blue. Oh well, at least Ax would find me attractive **bats eyes at the plushie**
Stink E. Burrito: Webpages confuse me. It took me all my mental capacity just to put my pics up, I think my brain would melt if I tried adding a guest book. I like when people call me interesting, makes me feel all specialized **glows**