Chapter Nine
I had received the power to morph aboard the Elfangor. I had been told it would come in useful, and I was forced to acquire a kafit bird (there was a blood sample aboard the ship). Now, I felt as though it was a great blessing.
SPROUT! The skin below my nose hardened and pushed out to form a sharp beak designed to kill small animals. A brown feather pattern was rising from my fur. My stalk eyes sucked back into my scalp. My tail withered, the blade disappeared, and the rest of it was sucked back up my spine.
Quite soon, I was done. Only one problem: My weapons couldn't morph with me.
I used my talons to get a firm grip on the weapons and flew off. In a few moments, the Yeerks would realize that the Andalite was nowhere to be seen. Then they would come looking for me. I had to kill Visser 46 before that happened.
I beat my six wings with all the power I had. Muscles screaming, I lifted off the ground carrying a heavy load and toward the Yeerk base.
Estropix, I cursed silently. Bloody estropix Yeerks,
I flapped my way over to another bush. I scoped out the huge thing with my keen eyesight and found that it was empty.
I landed in the middle and demorphed. I put the band of holstered weapons back onto my waist. I used my tail to make a small hole through which I could see the base.
Soon, I heard voices. Two Hork-Bajir. And a strange voice, the voice of a sentient creature I was not familiar with. I decided the strange voice must belong to an Mleb and so I drew my MSD-100 and snapped on the sniper vision.
Soon, the trio came into view. I let out a gasp as I saw the Mleb.
I had seen Holk pictures aboard the Dome Ship, but had never seen one of an Mleb. The Mleb was short, about half the size of Hork-Bajir. It was red, and had two arms and legs and no tail. It stood and walked on two feet, like the Hork-Bajir and Holk. It looked muscular, but only because it had a furiously red exoskeleton. The head was like a fleer's.
(Author's Note: Picture the head of a vulture. That's an Mleb head)
I aimed, ready to take him down. I suddenly noticed it was near to silence. The Dracon beams had stopped firing. There was a very different sound, the sound of vegetation being chopped...
A Hork-Bajir sliced through the side of my bush and stepped in.
I had received the power to morph aboard the Elfangor. I had been told it would come in useful, and I was forced to acquire a kafit bird (there was a blood sample aboard the ship). Now, I felt as though it was a great blessing.
SPROUT! The skin below my nose hardened and pushed out to form a sharp beak designed to kill small animals. A brown feather pattern was rising from my fur. My stalk eyes sucked back into my scalp. My tail withered, the blade disappeared, and the rest of it was sucked back up my spine.
Quite soon, I was done. Only one problem: My weapons couldn't morph with me.
I used my talons to get a firm grip on the weapons and flew off. In a few moments, the Yeerks would realize that the Andalite was nowhere to be seen. Then they would come looking for me. I had to kill Visser 46 before that happened.
I beat my six wings with all the power I had. Muscles screaming, I lifted off the ground carrying a heavy load and toward the Yeerk base.
Estropix, I cursed silently. Bloody estropix Yeerks,
I flapped my way over to another bush. I scoped out the huge thing with my keen eyesight and found that it was empty.
I landed in the middle and demorphed. I put the band of holstered weapons back onto my waist. I used my tail to make a small hole through which I could see the base.
Soon, I heard voices. Two Hork-Bajir. And a strange voice, the voice of a sentient creature I was not familiar with. I decided the strange voice must belong to an Mleb and so I drew my MSD-100 and snapped on the sniper vision.
Soon, the trio came into view. I let out a gasp as I saw the Mleb.
I had seen Holk pictures aboard the Dome Ship, but had never seen one of an Mleb. The Mleb was short, about half the size of Hork-Bajir. It was red, and had two arms and legs and no tail. It stood and walked on two feet, like the Hork-Bajir and Holk. It looked muscular, but only because it had a furiously red exoskeleton. The head was like a fleer's.
(Author's Note: Picture the head of a vulture. That's an Mleb head)
I aimed, ready to take him down. I suddenly noticed it was near to silence. The Dracon beams had stopped firing. There was a very different sound, the sound of vegetation being chopped...
A Hork-Bajir sliced through the side of my bush and stepped in.