WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS NOT IN ANYWAY CUDDLY, though I'd strongly advise you read it to understand other parts of the story later on...
East Coast Ryder: Now you will know what the Andalites were doing there.
Kharina: Thanks! Glad you liked it! Here's some more!
Mortathar: Yeah. True!
Goopy Goo: Thank you! I...do try...admires self cheesily in mirror Ahem.
Sinister Shadow: Thanks! Glad you like it! I will continue!
Anonymous-cat: Most likely. Or, well, maybe anyway...
Korean Pearl: Point taken...
Toby Hamee: My dear, I will do it for nothing! I have done it as a matter of fact! Here you go!
Though I would seriously like some icecream right now... Man... yeah that'd be really, really nice.
I've never had a scooby snack...
Well, anyway, on with the story!
Winky binky chap. 3
Rolwof-Centu-Sharmit
I stood on my kafit bird legs in the ramonite box. I cursed the stupid box and the whole situation around me. I even cursed Prince Eloridir-Yenet-Meran and his wife Halomir-Nalie-Excem.
But I felt guilty afterwards. Halomir had only wanted to keep her family together. Was that so wrong?
(She shouldn't have allowed herself to conceive triplets in the first place!) I muttered. Then I thought sadly of the crash landing. I had been the only one the Yeerks had found.
The poor little ones...they'd probably all died in the crash...or been trapped and burned in the aftermath... I shook my head of the awful mental images that filled it. Either way, it was good Halomir was dead. When a young Andalite mother loses their first child, there is a large chance they will die. Many say of a broken heart.
I felt very low right then. The only one left. On a mission to rescue Earth.
(No.) I told myself. (Not Earth. A Prince's selfish use of his personal ship to save three infants!) Halomir and her children had been stowed away on the ship. I and the others had found out in orbit around Earth, when one of us caught Halomir and the children feeding in the dome while everyone else was supposed to be on duty or sleeping.
We had been quite shocked to realize that our whole trip had nothing to do with fighting for Earth, and had certainly not been authorized by the War Council.
I felt anger towards Eloridir again. Why couldn't he have just... But no. There was nothing he could have done. The Council in charge of Civilian Affairs would have taken at least one of the children away and put it in an adoption center. The Electorate had allowed for more children to be born, but the current limit was one new child per family, two total. No more.
Our planet's land is divided up between families. A plot of land can only support so many Andalites. The government has been very strict about planetary population regulations in the past.
In the end, I couldn't really blame him. I would have done the same. Not that I had a wife. I did not even have a fiance or a lover. My parents hadn't even arranged anything in hope of a future marriage. But I had never really cared. I wanted to spend the rest of my life freely as a bachelor.
Now it didn't look as if I would live the next five minutes.
I breathed shallowly. The wound in my kafit bird side made breathing an agony. I was in morph. I would never let the Abomination take me as a slave.
I heard a distant clop clop of hooves that grew louder and louder steadily. The Visser. I cursed myself for not dying in the crash.
(Open the cage.) He said importantly.
They did, quickly and obediently.
(Step out Andalite.) He ordered.
(How about no?) I said bluntly.
Silence.
(Step out. Now.)
I would have smiled had I been in my Andalite form. I can admit I got a small pleasure from defying this dangerous, arrogant warlord.
(Never.)
A tail blade came flying into the box.
It jammed in between my talons anchoring itself there, and then dragging me out of the box.
(AAAAGH!) I yelled in agony.
He pushed his hoove against my body, to help him pull his tail free. I felt it slide out of my flesh.
(Ah!)
Blood pooled on the ground in front of me, as the Visser laughed.
(If the Andalite won't come to you, drag him out.)
The stupid subordinates laughed obediently, nervously. I could barely keep my body straight now. I felt like I was going to cave in. My mind...I could barely think.
(Demorph.) He said curtly. (Don't be so pathetic.)
(No.) I answered. Let him make me if it pleased him. But I would not give myself willingly over to the Yeerks. Never.
His blade pushed down on my back, pushing me into the floor.
(De. Morph.) He said, his voice full of annoyance.
(N. O.) I answered steadily.
A Hork-Bajir smirked.
FWAP!
That Hork-Bajir slumped to the ground, headless. His tail came back to me.
(Demorph.) He said, sounding tired. (I am not in a patient mood.)
(I didn't know you had patient moods.)
This time several of the controllers smirked. The Vissers stalk eyes swiveled around angrily and he roared (SILENCE!) at them, but I knew he could not kill all of his subordinates.
I was quite uncomfortable, but I realized I had all the time in the universe if my life was truly going to end soon. The Visser did not.
FWAP!
His tail blade smacked me, knocking me up against the wall. I looked back up at him. If I had been in my natural Andalite form, my eyes would have been narrowed in rage now.
(What are you chuckling at?) He snapped. Then he smiled. (I'm the one who has something to smile at.)
I felt an imaginary freezing cold claw tracing my spine. He stepped forward. Grabbed me roughly.
I was dragged by him down a series of halls. I bit at his hand, panicking.
FWAPP!
His tail came out and hit me on the head, knocking me out.
Darkness...
(AAAAAHH!) I was awoken by intense and agonizing pain to my side wound.
I looked around, on my back, strapped down, my six wings strapped out.
(Demorph.) The voice said nonchalantly.
(AAAAAAAAAHHHH!) A frayed wire end jammed in the wound shocked me.
(Demorph.) The voice said, sounding annoyed. I could guess who it was.
I saw the Visser through my bird eyes. He stood behind a glass wall, behind a control panel. He had his finger over a button.
He jammed his hand down on it for several agonizing seconds.
(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! AAAH!)
I smelled my own flesh burning. The wound was burned. My whole body shook.
The bird mind screamed for it to stop. It didn't understand where this pain was coming from. I tried to disappear under its consciousness.
(DEMORPH!) He pressed down harder on it.
(AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!)
(DE.MORPH!)
(AAAAAAAH! AAAAH! AAAH!)
Blinded. Blinded by pain and agony unlike anything I had ever felt. I could feel myself knocking out.
I did.
(AAAAAAAHHHH!) A jarring shock wakened me. Revived me for more torture.
I was shaking very hard now. The kafit bird was actually whimpering; making a noise I hadn't known they could make.
If only I had my own tail...
That was it.
Demorph.
It was so simple.
I demorph, slit my throat, and die before they could stun me with a Dracon beam for infestation.
(AAAAAHH!)
(DEMORPH!) The Visser was roaring. (DEEEEMOOOOORPH! DEMORPH YOU PIECE OF FILTHY ANDALITE SLIME! DEMORPH!)
(AAAAAH! ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I'LL DEMORPH!) I screamed out. (Alright! I'll demorph! Just stop...) I tried to sound defeated. (Please.)
He stared at me. He suspected something.
(Don't. Try. Anything. Filth!) He emphasized slowly, while pressing down on the button. He let it go.
(AAAAAH! I WON'T! I won't!)
He'd finally stopped, thank the stars.
I waited as they yanked the frayed end of wire from my wound. I cried out, but suppressed my screams, as they quickly unstrapped me.
I got up and quickly began to demorph.
To my left! A Hork-Bajir with a Dracon beam.
The Visser going out of the small control room and into the hall! Coming in through a small door into the main torture chambers where I was!
My tail! Fully formed! Use it! USE IT! USE IT NOW!
I moved it to my throat and-
FWAP!
The Visser got to my tail first.
He knocked it away.
I struck at him. He blocked it.
CRACK.
His tail struck the side of my head, breaking a few bones, I could feel.
I fell back onto the torture table.
(NO!)
He moved up to me, slamming the front of his body on my side, pinning me down against the table.
What? What was he doing?
Was he going to beat me now?
Put his head next to mine, roughly. Pushing his ear close against mine.
And suddenly, it occured to me what he was going to do.
(NOOOOOOO!)