Disclaimer: I'll never tell.

AllorNone: Actually I don't live anywhere near Massachusetts. I'm a bit south of that. Like, way south, but a state up from Florida. But, my current location is in the north now. Also, thanks for the near/farsighted thing. I've never quite figured it out and I have just fixed it. No one else actually noticed though, so I'm glad you told me.

LilManiac: I'm glad you think that it's so cute. I thought so too. Sorry about the P.O.V. mix up. I'll fix that.

The Peace Movement's Strike

I sighed as I placed the Yeerk into my book bag. It was floating in a plastic baggie filled with water and looked rather disgusting. Today was going to be another long day, I decided. The house was unusually quiet, I observed, as I walked into the kitchen. I found a note from my aunt, telling me that she had gone to the store and hoped that I would have a good day. I sighed. I missed California so much, except the occasional earthquake, but other than that, I missed it so much.

Jessica came in, dressed in a large man's shirt. She smiled at me, as I reached into the cupboard to grab a protein bar. "Good morning, Tia."

"'Morning, Jess," I responded, glancing at the clock. "Oh, crap, I'm gonna be late!" I ran as fast as I could and tripped over my own feet. Served me right for trying to run this soon after loosing a Yeerk. Speaking of Yeerks, the Yeerk in my book bag rolled out of there and onto the grass. I scooped it up and ran to the bus stop, right as the bus driver began to close the door. I yelled for him to stop and got there just in time. By the time we got to school, I had stopped panting, but my leg was bleeding from the fall. I slipped the Yeerk into my bag before heading to the Attendance Office, where the school nurse was.

After failing, yes, another test, I was very eager to get to lunch. When the bell finally rang, I shot out of there, grabbed my lunch, and sat down in the seat. A few minutes later, Alex walked over with a girl behind him. "Hey, um, can I sit here again?"

I nodded and pushed my chicken over to him.

"Listen, about yesterday, I jus—"

"—I understand. Your Yeerk friend explained it all." I reached into my bag and slid the Yeerk into his hands, under the table.

"Thanks," he said, blushing.

I nodded, "And I'd love to."

"He told you about that…I'll have to thank him after I kill him." He smiled. I liked his smile; it was charming and sweet, not evil and sadistic like Tom's. "Oh, by the way, this is Amy." He pointed to the girl next to him.

She was a little on the chubby, I could tell, but she was still very pretty. She had black hair that she had put into two pony tails with pink ribbons and was wearing a trench coat. She smiled, "It's nice to meet you. Yes, Alex never seems to shut up about you." Her voice inflections changed when she said that, "By the way, I'm Caram 0083. Please, call me Cara."

"Nice to meet you. And are you a member of this little band of Peace Movement Yeerks?"

"Yes, and I wouldn't exactly call it little. We are spread out across the globe, including California."

"Wow, that's interesting."

"We have our own Yeerk Pool even, if you want to check it out."

I shrugged, "Sure, I'd love to."

After school they took me to their Yeerk Pool. It was a massive facility, housing many Yeerks. I was amazed at how many of them there were. There was a group gathered around a table, made up of Hork-Bajirs and some humans. One of them was talking, but stopped when we entered. "Hey, AlecNor, get your butt over here, you too, AmyCara. And bring your friend." They led me over to the table. On it were blue prints for a "Mega Pool" as it were. It could house even more Yeerks than the average Pool, meaning that infestation would be faster and easier. "As of now, the construction is going smoothly, but we need to stop it. Now, here is where you, Team 1, will enter, Teams 2&3, you need to enter from here and here, Team 4, enter from above. Now, we need volunteers to keep the other Yeerks busy by any means necessary. Who do we have?" Alex and Amy raised their hands almost immediately. He turned to me, "Are you in, Visser Seven?"

I blinked, "I'm not Visser Seven any more, but I don't want this to go up as much as you don't. I'll help, on one condition, I need a weapon."

He smiled, "Good, glad to see you're with us. AlecNor and AmyCara can run you through the plan."

"So much for us having a date," I commented to Alex as we walked into a room full of, what looked like, Dracon Beams of all sizes.

"Yeah, well, grab as many weapons as you want. These were all designed and modified by Cara, so we know exactly how they work. We're gonna take you out to the shooting range and debrief you there. Follow me."

I followed him to the "shooting range". It looked more like an archery range than a laser beam range, but it got the job done. After a few hours, I could aim well enough to actually hit something, while AlecNor and AmyCara gave me pointers and debriefed me.

By nightfall, we were ready to attack. AlecNor, AmyCara, and I were ready to go. We were positioned with Team 1. Once inside, someone said, "That was the easy part, now it's time to get to work." While Team 1 started to work on destroying the computers, we snuck into another room. Inside, there were discarded work uniforms, obviously left by the workers who had already left. We slipped into them and Alex took out our wigs. Let me explain, since we can't actually morph, we use wigs to hide our identities and I go without my glasses. Fortunately, being farsighted doesn't bother me. ((Lots of thanks to AllorNone!)) I grabbed my platinum blond wig and Amy grabbed her red one. Alex was lucky because he got the brown one. Amy and I looked at each other and immediately switched wigs. I looked at my nametag. "Hello, Terry," I muttered.

"Let's go," AlecNor, or should I say Bob, instructed.

We followed him into a room where a group of human and Hork-Bajir workers were. They were talking and laughing, until the alarm went off. We tensed up, until someone said, "Oh, it's been doing that all day. I'll go see what the problem is this time."

One of the Hork-Bajirs spoke up, "You may need-grishna-backup."

"All right, come with me. Visser Ten would be very mad if something were to happen." The others in the group laughed and continued to talk as the two left. After a few minutes, they heard screaming.

The room filled with comments: "What's that?"—"We should go check it out."—"Are the Andalite Bandits here?"—"Stupid, ricjmo-Andalites," and so forth. The group started to move, so we had no choice but to open fire. We did and managed to take out a few of the Hork-Bajirs and a couple of humans, but the rest headed towards the Mega Pool. We rushed after them and tried to help out our group.

We lost a few of our owns' and barely made it out alive. The experience reminded me of why I didn't want to be involved in the war.