Chapter Thirteen
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this fic, except for the weapons, Ettex, Allith, the Mleb, the Holk, and the trainer.
Author's Note: Well, after a screaming review from Wraithlord, I've decided to put up a really long Chapter. Enjoy.
I flew hard and fast, but the weight of my weapons slowed me down. I spotted the Hork-Bajir carrying Visser 46 when I was ready to lie down and die. I landed on the ground. Let me rephrase that: I crashed pathetically to the hard ground below.
I demorphed as fast as possible and snatched up my weapons. I dashed as fast as I could in the direction I had seen them go. For safety reasons, I drew my SD and used the special feature of being able watch behind my back. I gunned down several Hork-Bajir behind me.
When I finally did catch up with the posse, they were making their way into a large, dome structure with a large Dracon cannon on top. Hork-Bajir were streaming to seal off the door. More were rushing up behind me, cutting of my escape. On either side, still more of the deadly shock troops rushed at me. It was as grim a situation as it could have been.
As a last resort, I fished out my MOS-2 from its holster.
(Target: Hork-Bajir. Four beams.) I snapped at the destructive machine.
I aimed the Shredder at the blocked door, pulled the trigger and —
TSEEEEWWWW!
Four ruby-red spears of energy lanced from the weapon and vaporized four Hork-Bajir. Two more stood in the way, but they were not standing any more after I reached them.
I hastily holstered my MOS as I entered the dome base. In the distance, I was just able to make out a rippling, rolling lake with water like molten lead.
The Yeerk Pool.
Correction: A Yeerk Pool.
I stuffed the SD back into the holster and pulled out the MSD-100. It was almost too easy. The Hork-Bajir-Controller carrying Visser 46 was running to the pool. I was after him. It was a piece of cake, as humans say, to aim and kill the Hork-Bajir and then kill the stationary, dropped Yeerk.
Tsew!
I hit the Controller in his right lung. He fell to the floor. I expected the Visser to be crushed. But no, with a last groan of effort, the Hork- Bajir threw the Yeerk into the air. The gray slug was falling toward the Sulp Niar liquid that was its home...falling...falling
(No!) I yelled. I took aim.
Tsew!
I hit the flying Yeerk. It vaporized without a trace.
(YES!) I cried.
But I couldn't celebrate. Wave upon wave of Hork-Bajir were gushing into the dome base, looking for the Andalite. And I was in plain sight.
I dashed as fast as I could toward a side passage —
TSEEEEWWW!! TSEEEEWWW!! TSEEEEWWW!! TSEEEEWWW!!
— With Dracon beams following close behind.
Author's Note: Is that long enough?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this fic, except for the weapons, Ettex, Allith, the Mleb, the Holk, and the trainer.
Author's Note: Well, after a screaming review from Wraithlord, I've decided to put up a really long Chapter. Enjoy.
I flew hard and fast, but the weight of my weapons slowed me down. I spotted the Hork-Bajir carrying Visser 46 when I was ready to lie down and die. I landed on the ground. Let me rephrase that: I crashed pathetically to the hard ground below.
I demorphed as fast as possible and snatched up my weapons. I dashed as fast as I could in the direction I had seen them go. For safety reasons, I drew my SD and used the special feature of being able watch behind my back. I gunned down several Hork-Bajir behind me.
When I finally did catch up with the posse, they were making their way into a large, dome structure with a large Dracon cannon on top. Hork-Bajir were streaming to seal off the door. More were rushing up behind me, cutting of my escape. On either side, still more of the deadly shock troops rushed at me. It was as grim a situation as it could have been.
As a last resort, I fished out my MOS-2 from its holster.
(Target: Hork-Bajir. Four beams.) I snapped at the destructive machine.
I aimed the Shredder at the blocked door, pulled the trigger and —
TSEEEEWWWW!
Four ruby-red spears of energy lanced from the weapon and vaporized four Hork-Bajir. Two more stood in the way, but they were not standing any more after I reached them.
I hastily holstered my MOS as I entered the dome base. In the distance, I was just able to make out a rippling, rolling lake with water like molten lead.
The Yeerk Pool.
Correction: A Yeerk Pool.
I stuffed the SD back into the holster and pulled out the MSD-100. It was almost too easy. The Hork-Bajir-Controller carrying Visser 46 was running to the pool. I was after him. It was a piece of cake, as humans say, to aim and kill the Hork-Bajir and then kill the stationary, dropped Yeerk.
Tsew!
I hit the Controller in his right lung. He fell to the floor. I expected the Visser to be crushed. But no, with a last groan of effort, the Hork- Bajir threw the Yeerk into the air. The gray slug was falling toward the Sulp Niar liquid that was its home...falling...falling
(No!) I yelled. I took aim.
Tsew!
I hit the flying Yeerk. It vaporized without a trace.
(YES!) I cried.
But I couldn't celebrate. Wave upon wave of Hork-Bajir were gushing into the dome base, looking for the Andalite. And I was in plain sight.
I dashed as fast as I could toward a side passage —
TSEEEEWWW!! TSEEEEWWW!! TSEEEEWWW!! TSEEEEWWW!!
— With Dracon beams following close behind.
Author's Note: Is that long enough?