Chapter 3
We were all sitting in Rachel's room, discussing the issues at hand. "Nope, no dreams for me." Marco said. "At least not about the sea. Well, most dreams about the sea that I have is usually about Baywatch. That Yasmine Bleeth is really a looker."
"You are one sad, strange little man." Rachel said. "You need a life, or better yet, a girlfriend."
"I know, but all the good ones are taken." Marco said.
I was looking around Rachel's room. I had never been to Rachel's house. Before this whole war, I didn't really know her. I didn't know how incredibly smart she was. In one corner was a computer. The other side was a her dresser, which had an impressive collection of beauty products. She barely used them, but they were there, just in case.
Her room was quite big, actually. Bigger than mine, anyways. You could see why she did so well in classes and stuff. She had post it's and stuff all over the place.
I was in my morphing outfit because if anyone saw me in my natural form. I had to morph with Tobias to get here, to be safe.
Marco, Jake, Rachel, Cassie and Whitney were all in the room. Tobias was out, watching to make sure nobody came in unsuspected. What a life, eh? We are always living under a shell, and all events were monitored. I could get away easily, but the others would have to explain themselves, plus I guess there was something Jake wanted to show us.
"How about you, Whit?" I asked. "Anything from your place? Any sea dreams?"
"Maybe, I do need more info." She said.
"Like what?" Cassie asked.
"What is happening in the dream? I am having dreams, but they are very brief. The way you guys are describing it, it seems real, but these are simply recurring dreams."
"Well, I can see over the ocean as someone is calling for help. They are obviously underwater, but I can never see them." Cassie explained.
"I can see, it is an andalite, I am sure of it." I told them. "And I can see the vague outline of a big circular thing underwater before I wake up."
"That's just good for you, ever consider the thought that maybe it is all coincidence?" Marco asked skeptically. "I mean, come on, how many people have the dream where they are running and can't go anywhere. How many people have a dream about the same thing. Maybe on top of that, they look completely different to each of you. Personally, I don't want to go out to the ocean looking for something that may not exist. So I say we leave it alone."
I shook my head. Marco was wrong. "Cassie, Tobias and I all discussed it amongst ourselves and we have al decided that it is exactly the same. It is too close to be a coincidence."
"Even so, where in the ocean would it be? We have the entire pacific ocean out there, who's to say it isn't by Greenland or Australia? It is too risky."
Rachel piped in, "It may be risky, but we need to at least try. I mean, there is so much possibilities. Who knows, maybe it is just a mile out from the shore. Hell, maybe we could swim there." I noticed Rachel was being very optimistic about this.
I looked around the room again. Nobody said anything at all. Jake was still just sitting there, observing the group of us. Apparently Marco had won this one, he had a point.
I got up, feeling defeat. We weren't going to be doing anything about this today. I looked at some of the post it's on Rachel's dresser.
'Don't think there were no crocodiles because the water is calm.' -Malaysian proverb.
I continued scrolling until I found something that interested me. 'Keep fighting until you have nothing left, then keep fighting. You only live once.' -Me. And it was true. That was the way Rachel lived her life. I instantly gained a hell of a lot of respect for that girl right then. She was in a way the way I wanted to be. I thought this was quite a revelation.
I picked up a pen and wrote on one of the post it's. 'The object of flying is to throw yourself at the ground and miss.' Unknown. I had heard that somewhere, but couldn't remember where. I thought it was funny.
'Smoke a bong of fruit loops.' I posted. I thought that was a good one, so I continued to put a few. Nobody was talking, so I used this time to write a few more.
'Don't take life too seriously, you will never get out alive.' -Van wilder. 'Eat right, exercise, be a vegetarian, die anyway.' -Gordon. 'Enjoy life, there is plenty of time to be dead.' -Gordon.
"Coming?" Rachel asked as she left the room. Apparently, the group had been moved down to the living room while I was doing the quotes.
"Just a second." I called. I finished up the last quote out of spite. 'The surest sign of intelligent life beyond earth is that they haven't tried to contact us!' -Gordon.
I posted them and went downstairs to join up with everyone else. Jake was bringing out a tape from a bag he brought.
"Okay, this is the clincher, so please, everyone pay attention. I saw this last night at six and decided to tape it at eleven. I got most of it, but the tape runs out before it is over. You get the majority of the report, though." Jake popped the tape into the VCR. It was amazing to see that people still had those things.
"Where's the popcorn?" I asked. Everyone laughed.
"You eat enough as it is." Whitney said, then laughed some more.
The reporter came on the screen. "We are live on the scene, as the wreckage crews are retrieving some of the metal." The screen switches to the beach, where a good sized portion of what appeared to be an andalite fighter. It was remarkably similar to Elfangor's ship, only it was completely torn to shreds. "What appears to be the remnants of a boat have washed ashore." The reporter continued. "We are not yet sure of the location of the occupants, no missing people have disappeared within a month, so it's origin is yet unknown. We have some pieces of scrap that was inside it." The camera panned back to an old man holding a chunk of the wreckage.
"You see that lettering, it is exactly the same as the stuff I saw when I went into the andalite's ship." Jake said. I looked, but could only see little dark lines. A mix of swirls and straight lines. "Plus, the wreck looks like Elfangor's fighter. I think that you were both right, and something is out there."
The tape continued to play, but just stopped. "That's the end of the tape." Jake got up and got the tape out of the VCR.
I nodded my head. We were going in after all! "So, this is it. We all know that the yeerks are going to be all over this, and they will know where it came from. All we have to do is follow them out and try to find it for ourselves before they do."
"I guess, but can't an andalite take care of himself?" Marco asked. "They are, after all the masters of the galaxy."
"We still need to help, maybe he could be useful." Rachel suggested.
"Let's go. We need to see if anything is planned so far, like regarding the whole spaceship thing." Jake said. We all agreed and left our own ways.
I got back and told Sam all the events. He seemed to be intrigued.
We were all sitting in Rachel's room, discussing the issues at hand. "Nope, no dreams for me." Marco said. "At least not about the sea. Well, most dreams about the sea that I have is usually about Baywatch. That Yasmine Bleeth is really a looker."
"You are one sad, strange little man." Rachel said. "You need a life, or better yet, a girlfriend."
"I know, but all the good ones are taken." Marco said.
I was looking around Rachel's room. I had never been to Rachel's house. Before this whole war, I didn't really know her. I didn't know how incredibly smart she was. In one corner was a computer. The other side was a her dresser, which had an impressive collection of beauty products. She barely used them, but they were there, just in case.
Her room was quite big, actually. Bigger than mine, anyways. You could see why she did so well in classes and stuff. She had post it's and stuff all over the place.
I was in my morphing outfit because if anyone saw me in my natural form. I had to morph with Tobias to get here, to be safe.
Marco, Jake, Rachel, Cassie and Whitney were all in the room. Tobias was out, watching to make sure nobody came in unsuspected. What a life, eh? We are always living under a shell, and all events were monitored. I could get away easily, but the others would have to explain themselves, plus I guess there was something Jake wanted to show us.
"How about you, Whit?" I asked. "Anything from your place? Any sea dreams?"
"Maybe, I do need more info." She said.
"Like what?" Cassie asked.
"What is happening in the dream? I am having dreams, but they are very brief. The way you guys are describing it, it seems real, but these are simply recurring dreams."
"Well, I can see over the ocean as someone is calling for help. They are obviously underwater, but I can never see them." Cassie explained.
"I can see, it is an andalite, I am sure of it." I told them. "And I can see the vague outline of a big circular thing underwater before I wake up."
"That's just good for you, ever consider the thought that maybe it is all coincidence?" Marco asked skeptically. "I mean, come on, how many people have the dream where they are running and can't go anywhere. How many people have a dream about the same thing. Maybe on top of that, they look completely different to each of you. Personally, I don't want to go out to the ocean looking for something that may not exist. So I say we leave it alone."
I shook my head. Marco was wrong. "Cassie, Tobias and I all discussed it amongst ourselves and we have al decided that it is exactly the same. It is too close to be a coincidence."
"Even so, where in the ocean would it be? We have the entire pacific ocean out there, who's to say it isn't by Greenland or Australia? It is too risky."
Rachel piped in, "It may be risky, but we need to at least try. I mean, there is so much possibilities. Who knows, maybe it is just a mile out from the shore. Hell, maybe we could swim there." I noticed Rachel was being very optimistic about this.
I looked around the room again. Nobody said anything at all. Jake was still just sitting there, observing the group of us. Apparently Marco had won this one, he had a point.
I got up, feeling defeat. We weren't going to be doing anything about this today. I looked at some of the post it's on Rachel's dresser.
'Don't think there were no crocodiles because the water is calm.' -Malaysian proverb.
I continued scrolling until I found something that interested me. 'Keep fighting until you have nothing left, then keep fighting. You only live once.' -Me. And it was true. That was the way Rachel lived her life. I instantly gained a hell of a lot of respect for that girl right then. She was in a way the way I wanted to be. I thought this was quite a revelation.
I picked up a pen and wrote on one of the post it's. 'The object of flying is to throw yourself at the ground and miss.' Unknown. I had heard that somewhere, but couldn't remember where. I thought it was funny.
'Smoke a bong of fruit loops.' I posted. I thought that was a good one, so I continued to put a few. Nobody was talking, so I used this time to write a few more.
'Don't take life too seriously, you will never get out alive.' -Van wilder. 'Eat right, exercise, be a vegetarian, die anyway.' -Gordon. 'Enjoy life, there is plenty of time to be dead.' -Gordon.
"Coming?" Rachel asked as she left the room. Apparently, the group had been moved down to the living room while I was doing the quotes.
"Just a second." I called. I finished up the last quote out of spite. 'The surest sign of intelligent life beyond earth is that they haven't tried to contact us!' -Gordon.
I posted them and went downstairs to join up with everyone else. Jake was bringing out a tape from a bag he brought.
"Okay, this is the clincher, so please, everyone pay attention. I saw this last night at six and decided to tape it at eleven. I got most of it, but the tape runs out before it is over. You get the majority of the report, though." Jake popped the tape into the VCR. It was amazing to see that people still had those things.
"Where's the popcorn?" I asked. Everyone laughed.
"You eat enough as it is." Whitney said, then laughed some more.
The reporter came on the screen. "We are live on the scene, as the wreckage crews are retrieving some of the metal." The screen switches to the beach, where a good sized portion of what appeared to be an andalite fighter. It was remarkably similar to Elfangor's ship, only it was completely torn to shreds. "What appears to be the remnants of a boat have washed ashore." The reporter continued. "We are not yet sure of the location of the occupants, no missing people have disappeared within a month, so it's origin is yet unknown. We have some pieces of scrap that was inside it." The camera panned back to an old man holding a chunk of the wreckage.
"You see that lettering, it is exactly the same as the stuff I saw when I went into the andalite's ship." Jake said. I looked, but could only see little dark lines. A mix of swirls and straight lines. "Plus, the wreck looks like Elfangor's fighter. I think that you were both right, and something is out there."
The tape continued to play, but just stopped. "That's the end of the tape." Jake got up and got the tape out of the VCR.
I nodded my head. We were going in after all! "So, this is it. We all know that the yeerks are going to be all over this, and they will know where it came from. All we have to do is follow them out and try to find it for ourselves before they do."
"I guess, but can't an andalite take care of himself?" Marco asked. "They are, after all the masters of the galaxy."
"We still need to help, maybe he could be useful." Rachel suggested.
"Let's go. We need to see if anything is planned so far, like regarding the whole spaceship thing." Jake said. We all agreed and left our own ways.
I got back and told Sam all the events. He seemed to be intrigued.