Chapter 1
My name is Gordon, and I must say, I guess that little bit is a little useless. I am dead, and the world knows it.
Actually, I am not dead, or I would not be writing this right now. The reason I have to tell you this is because I am no longer in society for a reason. That reason is aliens. I know, laugh it up, put the guy in the insane asylum. But it is true.
I was once a prosperous child. I was always active, and did well in school. I mostly kept to myself excluding a little circle of friends. Those friends included, Sam, Whitney, Will, Kevin, Stacey, Curt, and Amanda.
Now I travel with a different crowd. We call ourselves Animorphs. We are trying to save the world. I accent on the 'trying' part. So far we aren't doing a phenomenal job. The most we've done is wreck one ship up really good, that's about it. It was a supply ship, if that means anything at all.
We've collected and analysed a lot of info so far. We have also shown them that we know of them. We consist of eight units. Jake, Rachel, Tobias, Cassie, Marco, Whitney, Sam and I. We fight this war like soldiers, only we have real lives behind it all.
You see, these aliens, Yeerks, they're called, are actually smart. They have chosen the infiltration path, rather than the WHAM! BAM! THANK YOU MA'AM! Approach with guns blazing, and thank god for that. The aliens are much higher on the technology food chain than we are. They actually have faster than light travel and beam guns. All we have is the cinnamon bun....oops, not there yet! Sorry.
These yeerks can control us, and not by mind altering drugs or technology, but they can physically take over our bodies and control us. You see, they are slugs that can crawl into your brain and attach themselves to the neurons in your brain. This not only allows them to control the movements you make by altering the brain messages to do as they please, but they can also read anything that your mind has stored. They can read you like a book, allowing them access to your thoughts and emotions, which means they can play you in society really easily.
Their one great weakness is that since they are inside human hosts, they can't get nutrients from our physical bodies by eating. They have to exit the host and swim in the yeerk pool. This is a massive underground complex with a lake in it. The lake contains a sludge that gives the yeerk the nutrients it needs. They need to do this every three earth days or they die. Plain and simple, they wither up and die.
We have attacked that pool, but the complex was so big it was like attacking a military base, so we were unsuccessful.
Now, I bet you are asking how we fight, well, let's say this. The seven of us, Sam not included, were given a gift and a curse. The power to morph. This power was given to us by the andalites. Blue centaurs with no mouths, eyes that can look in all directions, and a whip-like tail that can move faster than lighting. They are deadly.
The morphing gift was not a thing they were born with, it is a technology that they made. They just pass it off to us human kids. To morph, we have to touch an animal to get a DNA sample. Then, we morph into it. It seems simple, but there are side effects and drawbacks. You see, if you stay in morph for more than 2 hours and seven minutes, you stay forever. I know you don't like the number, but I doubt that alien hours are the same as ours, besides, I didn't make it up. Either way, we have had casualties regarding this.
The other side effect is that any injury our natural body or the one we morphed can be healed by demorphing or morphing. My theory is that a decapitated head could regenerate given the right circumstances, but I do not wish to test my theory out.
All but Sam were there to receive the gift. We were all walking through the construction site across from the mall when an andalite spaceship stopped not too far away from us. We went to inspect it, and found an andalite named Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul. He was the one who gave us the power. He was mortally wounded and was being chased to the earth's surface by the Yeerk leader, Visser Three.
He did it all in spite of V3, so he could keep his legacy going after all this was over. After that, we all stood by while Visser three morphed a beast from another world and ate him. Yes, ate him. Visser three was the only yeerk to capture an andalite and enslave them, so he is the only yeerk to morph.
Along with him to assist in the slaughter were a bunch of hork bajir. A peaceful people, so we're told. They are 7 foot tall reptiles with blades at their elbows, knees, neck, and tail. They have three jointed legs that allow for some fast running and high jumps. I would think that three joints would be a pain, but oh well, I have been one, and they work just fine.
Then there was the taxxons. Just big-ass centipedes, really. Cannibalistic centipedes with an everlasting thirst for blood and meat. We don't see them much because they are mostly pilots and such. The hork bajir do all the dirty work.
Well, after that, we did some research to see that there was a little family club called the sharing that was supposed to be a cover recruit centre. On the surface, it was a club to get together and belong to a group. It really coaxed you into believing that a slug in your head would be a big thing to help your ego or something. Apparently, It works. I personally don't see how.
"Okay class, now, everyone put this slug in your ear. It will make you belong." Right, just like cigarettes. But I guess cigarettes worked, so I guess belonging was a big deal in this world, no matter the price. I guess psychology works.
After that, we went down to the yeerk pool to help capture Jakes, brother, Tom, who was a controller. That is what we call a yeerk's host. We failed miserably, and when we got out, two things happened. When I got home, the yeerks were carrying away my mom and little brother. They knew who I was, so it was only a matter of time before they found the others. Apparently, all they got for friends of mine was Sam and Tobias.
Tobias, unfortunately/fortunately, was trapped as a red-tail hawk, so he had no home anymore. He was safe. I did the selfish thing and said we needed to save Sam. That's right Gordon, risk the world for one person. I guess Neo did the same thing, but oh well.
We saved him only to find that he probably knew much more than we had anticipated. He had been spying in on meetings and knew quite a bit about the yeerk hierarchy and the history. He proved to be useful with guns and bombs too. He was also very critical of us as we were to him. You see, in a world where anyone can be anything, you pick your shots and be safe. I guess I don't blame him for trying to kill us all when we first got him. He thought we were yeerks.
So we held him for three days to kill the yeerk, but there was no yeerk, so we were safe.
All in all, to this day, I only have speculations as to what made me be captured. The best I can figure is that they found and identified my bike or the little patch of blood I left them. Either way, I was comfortable with my new life.
You see, Whitney is a computer genius and has contacts in high society, so she got me a diver's license and a job. I work there full hours and can pay for mine and Sam's little shack in the woods. I can morph to this punk I acquired a long time ago for two hours at a time. I get about 300 dollars a week, that keeps us in supplies and clothes, so we are well off.
Whitney is a genius, like me, only she uses it. You see, I have an IQ in the 180's or so I'm told, but I don't do well in class because of a little head butting with the teachers. It gets really irritating when an art teacher tells you how to do your art project. But either way. Whitney is short and has strong beliefs. Best way to describe her, small on the outside, big on the inside. She is pretty cool.
Jake is our leader. He is the one guy who can think on his toes. He is a really responsible and takes many things into consideration before making a decision. Good guy, really. He is a big guy, not football big, but bit nonetheless. Like me, only he is much taller.
Jake is kinda hitched with Cassie. She is the biggest environmental nut the world has ever seen. She lives on a farm and has two vet parents, so you can probably figure out why she likes animals. She has very strong views, and is not easily shaken by anything. I like her. She is African- American, but that doesn't matter, it never has for me.
Jake's cousin, and Cassie's best friend is Rachel. She is cool, I really like her. As Marco would call her, Xena is a warrior princess. Rachel may be tall and blonde, but don't let the look fool you. She can be very angry at times, don't get in her way. I know. She likes to fight, no matter what. As log as there is a good cause, she will go in there ripping people's faces off to help. She is a born fighter.
Marco is Jakes best friend. Him and Jake play video-games all the time. Marco is better, but that comes from his very analytical mind. He is always three steps ahead in terms of strategy, but he can sometimes be cold hearted. He likes the direct path to granny's house, not worrying about the flowers. I can understand his reasoning, which has many people think I am heartless, but I understand the meaning of sacrifices.
Not to say I am completely reckless. I actually prefer not to fight, other than to goof around. I hate the concept of killing something that doesn't even have a choice in the matter. It is wrong, but Casualties may occur. All is fair in love and war.
Now, Sam is interesting. You don't know why yet, but he is the best person to have in a fight. You see, he has telekinesis. And not the Jedi general telekinesis that randomly throws objects across the room, no, this is truly hard-core. You see, he can manipulate a lot of things. Like, for example, have you ever seen X-men? Well, think Pyro, he can manipulate already existing fire. It can be a cool effect, but it can't be too big or he can't concentrate on all of it. There are limits.
He can also lift and manipulate things all the time. He even learned to fly just recently. He can 'grab' himself and hurl himself across the sky, to fly. I don't know about all the details, that is just the way Sam put it. He is vague.
Anyway, Sam is what is considered a lone wolf. He works alone, and can be deadly. He has vast knowledge of anything dangerous, and is good at using it. He acquired the name 'God' from fellow gamers because of his incredible ability as a sniper. Like I said, he works alone and is good at it.
My name is Gordon, and I must say, I guess that little bit is a little useless. I am dead, and the world knows it.
Actually, I am not dead, or I would not be writing this right now. The reason I have to tell you this is because I am no longer in society for a reason. That reason is aliens. I know, laugh it up, put the guy in the insane asylum. But it is true.
I was once a prosperous child. I was always active, and did well in school. I mostly kept to myself excluding a little circle of friends. Those friends included, Sam, Whitney, Will, Kevin, Stacey, Curt, and Amanda.
Now I travel with a different crowd. We call ourselves Animorphs. We are trying to save the world. I accent on the 'trying' part. So far we aren't doing a phenomenal job. The most we've done is wreck one ship up really good, that's about it. It was a supply ship, if that means anything at all.
We've collected and analysed a lot of info so far. We have also shown them that we know of them. We consist of eight units. Jake, Rachel, Tobias, Cassie, Marco, Whitney, Sam and I. We fight this war like soldiers, only we have real lives behind it all.
You see, these aliens, Yeerks, they're called, are actually smart. They have chosen the infiltration path, rather than the WHAM! BAM! THANK YOU MA'AM! Approach with guns blazing, and thank god for that. The aliens are much higher on the technology food chain than we are. They actually have faster than light travel and beam guns. All we have is the cinnamon bun....oops, not there yet! Sorry.
These yeerks can control us, and not by mind altering drugs or technology, but they can physically take over our bodies and control us. You see, they are slugs that can crawl into your brain and attach themselves to the neurons in your brain. This not only allows them to control the movements you make by altering the brain messages to do as they please, but they can also read anything that your mind has stored. They can read you like a book, allowing them access to your thoughts and emotions, which means they can play you in society really easily.
Their one great weakness is that since they are inside human hosts, they can't get nutrients from our physical bodies by eating. They have to exit the host and swim in the yeerk pool. This is a massive underground complex with a lake in it. The lake contains a sludge that gives the yeerk the nutrients it needs. They need to do this every three earth days or they die. Plain and simple, they wither up and die.
We have attacked that pool, but the complex was so big it was like attacking a military base, so we were unsuccessful.
Now, I bet you are asking how we fight, well, let's say this. The seven of us, Sam not included, were given a gift and a curse. The power to morph. This power was given to us by the andalites. Blue centaurs with no mouths, eyes that can look in all directions, and a whip-like tail that can move faster than lighting. They are deadly.
The morphing gift was not a thing they were born with, it is a technology that they made. They just pass it off to us human kids. To morph, we have to touch an animal to get a DNA sample. Then, we morph into it. It seems simple, but there are side effects and drawbacks. You see, if you stay in morph for more than 2 hours and seven minutes, you stay forever. I know you don't like the number, but I doubt that alien hours are the same as ours, besides, I didn't make it up. Either way, we have had casualties regarding this.
The other side effect is that any injury our natural body or the one we morphed can be healed by demorphing or morphing. My theory is that a decapitated head could regenerate given the right circumstances, but I do not wish to test my theory out.
All but Sam were there to receive the gift. We were all walking through the construction site across from the mall when an andalite spaceship stopped not too far away from us. We went to inspect it, and found an andalite named Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul. He was the one who gave us the power. He was mortally wounded and was being chased to the earth's surface by the Yeerk leader, Visser Three.
He did it all in spite of V3, so he could keep his legacy going after all this was over. After that, we all stood by while Visser three morphed a beast from another world and ate him. Yes, ate him. Visser three was the only yeerk to capture an andalite and enslave them, so he is the only yeerk to morph.
Along with him to assist in the slaughter were a bunch of hork bajir. A peaceful people, so we're told. They are 7 foot tall reptiles with blades at their elbows, knees, neck, and tail. They have three jointed legs that allow for some fast running and high jumps. I would think that three joints would be a pain, but oh well, I have been one, and they work just fine.
Then there was the taxxons. Just big-ass centipedes, really. Cannibalistic centipedes with an everlasting thirst for blood and meat. We don't see them much because they are mostly pilots and such. The hork bajir do all the dirty work.
Well, after that, we did some research to see that there was a little family club called the sharing that was supposed to be a cover recruit centre. On the surface, it was a club to get together and belong to a group. It really coaxed you into believing that a slug in your head would be a big thing to help your ego or something. Apparently, It works. I personally don't see how.
"Okay class, now, everyone put this slug in your ear. It will make you belong." Right, just like cigarettes. But I guess cigarettes worked, so I guess belonging was a big deal in this world, no matter the price. I guess psychology works.
After that, we went down to the yeerk pool to help capture Jakes, brother, Tom, who was a controller. That is what we call a yeerk's host. We failed miserably, and when we got out, two things happened. When I got home, the yeerks were carrying away my mom and little brother. They knew who I was, so it was only a matter of time before they found the others. Apparently, all they got for friends of mine was Sam and Tobias.
Tobias, unfortunately/fortunately, was trapped as a red-tail hawk, so he had no home anymore. He was safe. I did the selfish thing and said we needed to save Sam. That's right Gordon, risk the world for one person. I guess Neo did the same thing, but oh well.
We saved him only to find that he probably knew much more than we had anticipated. He had been spying in on meetings and knew quite a bit about the yeerk hierarchy and the history. He proved to be useful with guns and bombs too. He was also very critical of us as we were to him. You see, in a world where anyone can be anything, you pick your shots and be safe. I guess I don't blame him for trying to kill us all when we first got him. He thought we were yeerks.
So we held him for three days to kill the yeerk, but there was no yeerk, so we were safe.
All in all, to this day, I only have speculations as to what made me be captured. The best I can figure is that they found and identified my bike or the little patch of blood I left them. Either way, I was comfortable with my new life.
You see, Whitney is a computer genius and has contacts in high society, so she got me a diver's license and a job. I work there full hours and can pay for mine and Sam's little shack in the woods. I can morph to this punk I acquired a long time ago for two hours at a time. I get about 300 dollars a week, that keeps us in supplies and clothes, so we are well off.
Whitney is a genius, like me, only she uses it. You see, I have an IQ in the 180's or so I'm told, but I don't do well in class because of a little head butting with the teachers. It gets really irritating when an art teacher tells you how to do your art project. But either way. Whitney is short and has strong beliefs. Best way to describe her, small on the outside, big on the inside. She is pretty cool.
Jake is our leader. He is the one guy who can think on his toes. He is a really responsible and takes many things into consideration before making a decision. Good guy, really. He is a big guy, not football big, but bit nonetheless. Like me, only he is much taller.
Jake is kinda hitched with Cassie. She is the biggest environmental nut the world has ever seen. She lives on a farm and has two vet parents, so you can probably figure out why she likes animals. She has very strong views, and is not easily shaken by anything. I like her. She is African- American, but that doesn't matter, it never has for me.
Jake's cousin, and Cassie's best friend is Rachel. She is cool, I really like her. As Marco would call her, Xena is a warrior princess. Rachel may be tall and blonde, but don't let the look fool you. She can be very angry at times, don't get in her way. I know. She likes to fight, no matter what. As log as there is a good cause, she will go in there ripping people's faces off to help. She is a born fighter.
Marco is Jakes best friend. Him and Jake play video-games all the time. Marco is better, but that comes from his very analytical mind. He is always three steps ahead in terms of strategy, but he can sometimes be cold hearted. He likes the direct path to granny's house, not worrying about the flowers. I can understand his reasoning, which has many people think I am heartless, but I understand the meaning of sacrifices.
Not to say I am completely reckless. I actually prefer not to fight, other than to goof around. I hate the concept of killing something that doesn't even have a choice in the matter. It is wrong, but Casualties may occur. All is fair in love and war.
Now, Sam is interesting. You don't know why yet, but he is the best person to have in a fight. You see, he has telekinesis. And not the Jedi general telekinesis that randomly throws objects across the room, no, this is truly hard-core. You see, he can manipulate a lot of things. Like, for example, have you ever seen X-men? Well, think Pyro, he can manipulate already existing fire. It can be a cool effect, but it can't be too big or he can't concentrate on all of it. There are limits.
He can also lift and manipulate things all the time. He even learned to fly just recently. He can 'grab' himself and hurl himself across the sky, to fly. I don't know about all the details, that is just the way Sam put it. He is vague.
Anyway, Sam is what is considered a lone wolf. He works alone, and can be deadly. He has vast knowledge of anything dangerous, and is good at using it. He acquired the name 'God' from fellow gamers because of his incredible ability as a sniper. Like I said, he works alone and is good at it.