Disclaimer that should have been mentioned earlier: Amora owns nothing of
Animorphs other then characters and species she creates, so don't sue
her, as she recently blew all her money on new clothes anyway!
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Hey, everybody, thanks for the reviews I've gotten, I really appreciate it. Sorry this next chapter is so short.
A la Queen Isabella-yeah, I meant to put it into paragraphs, but my computer, for some reason * shakes fist angrily at aforementioned object * didn't do it the way it did with the first story I uploaded. And interesting name . . . if I remember my Spanish, a la means "to the", right?
Prue Halliwell-yeah, I know, I too was paired with a guy (personality wise) eerily similar to Marco for a similar project . . . no picnic, I assure you
Oedipal Kat-don't worry, she's not a new Animorph, I hate stories that just stick in new Animorphs (probably secretly based on themselves). Oh, wait . . . I have a story with a new Animorphs. Oh, well. At least mine follows the plotline.
Jctigerwolf something and Alikat-yep, don't teachers stink? Like a robotic baby (or an egg of all things) could compare with an actual kid.
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~Cassie~
The door opened. The REALLY tall door. The REALLY tall door on the REALLY weird spaceship that had just landed in my backyard.
It was a REALLY bad situation.
And it was about to get REALLY worse.
The wind that had been pushing me against the barn wall was gone. Ax came out of the barn, human.
The door opened.
And out stepped . . .it.
It was tall, which I had expected from the door, but it was still a shock. It was maybe eight or nine feet tall, which doesn't really sound like much, but imagine a basketball hoop. Its head would have been about even with the very top of the backboard.
It had about four or five legs. Its head was triangle shaped and had two eyes sitting on the very top, looking like they were going to roll off. All of it was a shocking purple, except the little jumpsuit it was wearing, which was a slightly lighter shade of purple.
It looked like a Helmacron. Blown up about 100,000 times.
What's a Helmacron? It's an annoying little runt of an alien, hardly bigger then a period, but 100% ego. As Rachel would put it, these things could make a combination of Marco, Visser Three, and that American Idol guy, Simon Something, look humble.
"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Jake said.
If you're seeing a rather unattractive midget species, then the answer would have to be yes.
We all stared at the alien in shock. Then, Marco laughed. It actually took me a minute to find Marco, until I realized he was pinned underneath Rachel.
Then it just turned into a staring contest. We stared at it. It stared at us.
Very well, the alien said finally. I see this species-humans, I believe you are called-has no sense of humor.
What a disappointment, Said another, following the first out of the spaceship. This one's shirt had writing on it. In English, no less. When I squinted, I could read what it said:
"I'm with stupid."
Even then, it didn't really dawn on me. Not until Rachel exclaimed, with an absolutely horrified expression on her face: "It's an entire species of Marco's!"
The alien looked down at her superiorly. We are CALLED the Helmets.
"The HELMETS?" Marco said, his voice still slightly muffled by Rachel. "Sounds like a garage band. And by the way, is anyone else noticing the slight resemblance between these guys and our old friends the Helmacrons?"
The Helmacrons? The first alien said, looking slightly interested. Yes, we are distantly related to a species by this name. Have you encountered them?
"Andalites!"
I had forgotten about the redheaded girl.
"Will someone please wake me up?" Rachel moaned.
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Hey, everybody, thanks for the reviews I've gotten, I really appreciate it. Sorry this next chapter is so short.
A la Queen Isabella-yeah, I meant to put it into paragraphs, but my computer, for some reason * shakes fist angrily at aforementioned object * didn't do it the way it did with the first story I uploaded. And interesting name . . . if I remember my Spanish, a la means "to the", right?
Prue Halliwell-yeah, I know, I too was paired with a guy (personality wise) eerily similar to Marco for a similar project . . . no picnic, I assure you
Oedipal Kat-don't worry, she's not a new Animorph, I hate stories that just stick in new Animorphs (probably secretly based on themselves). Oh, wait . . . I have a story with a new Animorphs. Oh, well. At least mine follows the plotline.
Jctigerwolf something and Alikat-yep, don't teachers stink? Like a robotic baby (or an egg of all things) could compare with an actual kid.
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~Cassie~
The door opened. The REALLY tall door. The REALLY tall door on the REALLY weird spaceship that had just landed in my backyard.
It was a REALLY bad situation.
And it was about to get REALLY worse.
The wind that had been pushing me against the barn wall was gone. Ax came out of the barn, human.
The door opened.
And out stepped . . .it.
It was tall, which I had expected from the door, but it was still a shock. It was maybe eight or nine feet tall, which doesn't really sound like much, but imagine a basketball hoop. Its head would have been about even with the very top of the backboard.
It had about four or five legs. Its head was triangle shaped and had two eyes sitting on the very top, looking like they were going to roll off. All of it was a shocking purple, except the little jumpsuit it was wearing, which was a slightly lighter shade of purple.
It looked like a Helmacron. Blown up about 100,000 times.
What's a Helmacron? It's an annoying little runt of an alien, hardly bigger then a period, but 100% ego. As Rachel would put it, these things could make a combination of Marco, Visser Three, and that American Idol guy, Simon Something, look humble.
"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Jake said.
If you're seeing a rather unattractive midget species, then the answer would have to be yes.
We all stared at the alien in shock. Then, Marco laughed. It actually took me a minute to find Marco, until I realized he was pinned underneath Rachel.
Then it just turned into a staring contest. We stared at it. It stared at us.
Very well, the alien said finally. I see this species-humans, I believe you are called-has no sense of humor.
What a disappointment, Said another, following the first out of the spaceship. This one's shirt had writing on it. In English, no less. When I squinted, I could read what it said:
"I'm with stupid."
Even then, it didn't really dawn on me. Not until Rachel exclaimed, with an absolutely horrified expression on her face: "It's an entire species of Marco's!"
The alien looked down at her superiorly. We are CALLED the Helmets.
"The HELMETS?" Marco said, his voice still slightly muffled by Rachel. "Sounds like a garage band. And by the way, is anyone else noticing the slight resemblance between these guys and our old friends the Helmacrons?"
The Helmacrons? The first alien said, looking slightly interested. Yes, we are distantly related to a species by this name. Have you encountered them?
"Andalites!"
I had forgotten about the redheaded girl.
"Will someone please wake me up?" Rachel moaned.