Chapter four
Tobias
The only way I could describe the battle was organized chaos. Oxy-moron, I know, but that's the best I can say. What surprised me the most was how different the room was from what it had been and yet it was too similar to place. Hard to explain how the memories flowed from a time and place long since removed from this world.
My eyes moved toward the glass that led to the Yeerk pool. Memories of that battle surged through my head, and still I remembered Taylor's screeching.
"I don't know what power you possess, that you can morph beyond the two hour limit." An inhuman hatred coated her words. "But I know that I don't care. You will die! Die! Die!"
I could still remember the moments after that, feeling it as if it was happening again. I felt her artificial hand squeeze tight, crushing my Andalite fingers so that they snapped. Then, after what seemed like the longest moment of my life, a moment when her hatred for me was so strong it was almost tangible, she let go.
Easy to understand why I tried not to think about it.
The scientists seemed surprisingly cool about an attack such as this, not quite as surprised as we would have hoped, but that thought was far from my mind.
Jake could tell that my mind was wandering. >Keep the focus, Tobias,> he said, knocking out a scientist.
As Rachel smacked down the last scientist, Ax moved toward the computers, his fourteen fingers dancing across the console.
>Prince Jake, I believe that the battle may not be over yet,> Ax said as he worked. >I am almost positive that a distress signal was sent.>
>We'll keep that in mind,> Jake said. As an afterthought, he added quietly, >And don't call me "prince.">
Ax may or may not have heard it, but Marco did. >Yes, Prince Jake,> he said mockingly, giving a sort of bow.
If grizzly bears could roll their eyes, Rachel would have done so. >Marco?>
>Yes, oh Xena?>
>Shut up.>
Turns out Ax was right. At about that time, the two extra doors opened, pouring out Hork-Bajir.
>Oh, crap…>
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