Chapter 2
MARCO The crash alone could have destroyed a small planet. I am seriously not kidding. I could feel the explosion rattle every nerve, could feel myself being tossed around like a rag doll in the cabin, and finally black out. Then silence.
I awoke on the floor next to Jeanne. Somehow her arm had been positioned just across my back, and normally I would have made a witty remark, but my head was spinning. I looked around the helm's cabin.
Here and there, did I say here and there? I meant everywhere, there was carnage everywhere, like Rachel had decorated, grizzly-style, and debris littered the floor.
I could see Jake lying spread-eagled on the ground, facedown, barely breathing.
Tobias was a crumpled mass of feathers. His beak was smashed, and even from across the room, I could see that every bone in his wings had snapped.
Santorelli was lying in a heap, one of his arms gone. I saw it laying across the room, and I struggled to conceal a grimace of sympathy. I had had my arm ripped off before too, so I was a gorilla when it happened, big deal, and it hurt.
Jeanne seemed the best off - if you could even say that - seeming in no pain, and still breathing. A trickle of blood ran down her gorgeous face.
But I stifled a cry as I saw Menderash. He was a mangled pile, glass protruded his skin, presumably from the shattering control panels, and there was no question he was dead. I passed out again.
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I awoke to a cold wet slap on the face. As my vision focused, I could see Jake standing over me with a wet cloth. "You alright, man?" he asked.
"Oh, you know, just an interstellar crash, big explosion, you know I'm tough," I replied, groaning.
Jake laughed. He stopped himself, and spoke rather gravely, "Everyone's awake now, except.except. Menderash, he didn't make it."
I glanced over to the spot where Menderash had been. The others had rolled him up in some of that special Andalite "cloth" and placed him respectively in the corner. I wiped a tear away.
Santorelli was at the helm now. "Jake, we can tie the Blade Ship up with our energy ropes and haul it back to Earth. I did a sensor sweep of the ship. I think a plasma explosion from their powered Dracon cannons killed them all. It levelled most of the ship."
Jake got up and went over to converse with Santorelli as I went to the private quarters of the ship. Tobias was perched by Jeanne; all his damage healed by a quick morph and demorph. Jeanne was also fine, but was visibly shaken.
"Jake and Santorelli think we could tow the thing back to Earth. It's all gonna be alright."
Jeanne shook her head. "No," she said, shaking her long, dark hair, "No, it won't be. The war has just begun."
I'll start making the chaps longer as soon as I finish the first 3 chaps. They just explain, and then we get into actual stuff.
MARCO The crash alone could have destroyed a small planet. I am seriously not kidding. I could feel the explosion rattle every nerve, could feel myself being tossed around like a rag doll in the cabin, and finally black out. Then silence.
I awoke on the floor next to Jeanne. Somehow her arm had been positioned just across my back, and normally I would have made a witty remark, but my head was spinning. I looked around the helm's cabin.
Here and there, did I say here and there? I meant everywhere, there was carnage everywhere, like Rachel had decorated, grizzly-style, and debris littered the floor.
I could see Jake lying spread-eagled on the ground, facedown, barely breathing.
Tobias was a crumpled mass of feathers. His beak was smashed, and even from across the room, I could see that every bone in his wings had snapped.
Santorelli was lying in a heap, one of his arms gone. I saw it laying across the room, and I struggled to conceal a grimace of sympathy. I had had my arm ripped off before too, so I was a gorilla when it happened, big deal, and it hurt.
Jeanne seemed the best off - if you could even say that - seeming in no pain, and still breathing. A trickle of blood ran down her gorgeous face.
But I stifled a cry as I saw Menderash. He was a mangled pile, glass protruded his skin, presumably from the shattering control panels, and there was no question he was dead. I passed out again.
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I awoke to a cold wet slap on the face. As my vision focused, I could see Jake standing over me with a wet cloth. "You alright, man?" he asked.
"Oh, you know, just an interstellar crash, big explosion, you know I'm tough," I replied, groaning.
Jake laughed. He stopped himself, and spoke rather gravely, "Everyone's awake now, except.except. Menderash, he didn't make it."
I glanced over to the spot where Menderash had been. The others had rolled him up in some of that special Andalite "cloth" and placed him respectively in the corner. I wiped a tear away.
Santorelli was at the helm now. "Jake, we can tie the Blade Ship up with our energy ropes and haul it back to Earth. I did a sensor sweep of the ship. I think a plasma explosion from their powered Dracon cannons killed them all. It levelled most of the ship."
Jake got up and went over to converse with Santorelli as I went to the private quarters of the ship. Tobias was perched by Jeanne; all his damage healed by a quick morph and demorph. Jeanne was also fine, but was visibly shaken.
"Jake and Santorelli think we could tow the thing back to Earth. It's all gonna be alright."
Jeanne shook her head. "No," she said, shaking her long, dark hair, "No, it won't be. The war has just begun."
I'll start making the chaps longer as soon as I finish the first 3 chaps. They just explain, and then we get into actual stuff.