Chapter 7
A/N: Woo hoo! The chappie is here already! That was fast. Really fast. Soooo... I didn't seem to get many reviews for the last chappie. Not fair! I must have more reviews! gets bright idea If you review my story, I'll try and review yours, if I manage to read it before my mother starts bugging me to off the computer... sorry the chapter's rather short, I don't have any other stuff for this chappie.
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(Now for the hard part,) Istram said. (The kelbrids have seen us, so now we have to fight. To make things worse, The One has ordered us not to stay in the Fleeters and fight, but to go outside and morph kelbrid to fight.)
(Is he crazy or what?! We'll definitely get killed!)
(He doesn't care about his "subjects", unfortunately. And so happens, we are his subjects. And for that matter, everybody is his subject...) Istram told me miserably.
Enard landed the ship on red, rocky ground. She exited, followed by Jake and us.
Enard suddenly seemed to remember something, and she went back into the ship.
We were morphing kelbrid when she emerged from the ship carrying a dozen glowing green things, the weapons which wrapped us in the blade ship.
(It's called a wrapping chain. But we usually just call it a wrapper.) Istram said.
Being a kelbrid isn't much of a new sensation to me. Its eyesight is no where as good as a hawk's, but far better than a human's. The clawed legs made it hard to walk and balance, so I was really thankful for those extra spider legs.
Istram, whose formal hosts were kelbrids, knew all about being one. (It isn't so hard after you get used to it.)
(Yeah, right.)
It was at that time when I noticed it.
At the horizon were a few specks against they orangey sky. They were heading towards us, at a very fast pace.
(Prepare for battle,) Istram said.
I could soon make out that those specks were kelbrids, each carrying quite a few wrappers.
(On my command,) Jake said.
The kelbrids were getting nearer all the time, and Istram was getting more worried and fidgety.
(Now!)
We threw our wrappers, Jake and Enard hitting, we missing.
Istram let out a stream of curses.
(Umm... Istram?) I asked.
(What?!) he replied angrily.
(Where did you learn so many curses from?)
(Shut up!)
We threw another wrapper, but the kelbrid we aimed for dodged.
(Focus, Visser six, focus. Throw it now!) Jake cried.
We threw. And it hit! Six down, twenty-one more kelbrids to go. Not very good odds.
(Call the back up, Visser Two.) Istram said.
Within seconds, Marco's ship arrived. They came out as kelbrids, Mikit carrying an armful of wrappers.
We threw our last wrapper and ... missed. Another stream of curses from Istram.
Mikit hurried to pass us the wrappers she was holding to Jake, Enard and me, then hurried back to the ship for more.
(We don't have an endless supply of wrappers, so aim before you throw.) Jake's eyes looked at everyone in turn, and then stopped at us. (Especially you,) he added.
Istram sighed, then taking careful aim, threw the wrapper. But, instead of the middle part where Istram aimed for to get the best effect, the wrapper got tangled around the kelbrid's head, especially her four fangs.
I started laughing uncontrollably in my head, and a very irritated Istram gave me a metal glare.
(You know, if I was in control, I probably would have fallen onto the ground considering how hard I am laughing.) I said.
Istram was about to retort back when Jake, a slight hint of a smile playing across his lips, said, (Aim for the middle, Visser Six, not the head. But you're lucky the kelbrid went down.)
We continued throwing for a while, missing more than hitting, when Jake said, "Stock up on wrappers. We're going up."
Grabbing about six to eight wrappers each, we flew up into the orangey sky.
The kelbrids were almost all down when they arrived. The kelbrids' backup. A dozen and one Fleeters.
A/N: This chappie doesn't make much sense, does it? And it's short... Well, there's a fact that I'm fast running out of ideas... plus, a lot of people (not you, those in my class at school) say my descriptions are really confusing. So I thought that I might... just might ... start something called "The Glossary of Alien Facts". In it, I'll explain how things look and work, in detail. But... it's a very big might... Now REVIEW! Or you won't get the next chappie... I mean it!
