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Yippee! * Does dance around computer* I actually have quite a few reviews
(ok, yeah, I am aware that lots of other stories have lots more reviews
then me-I've seen some with those in the hundreds--but I can be happy
over 14 if I want to!)
Jinako-chan-I added more robo-baby just for you (and also "borrowed" your description. . .you don't mind, do you?)
Alikat-Yes, the Helmets are a rather. . .silly species. The story behind the "I'm with stupid" T-shirt is, I needed a joke that didn't refer to human culture whatsoever. Calling someone stupid is, hopefully, universal (
Julie-Thanks!
Black Opal-You * tear of happiness * think I got everyone "perfect"? Thank you, thank you, and thank you! I try so hard to keep them in character.
Freak Apple-Twisting an ear, huh? I was thinking of twisting something that might (from what I've heard, at least) be a little more painful, but I'll keep the ear in mind. I might be able to use that in real life . . .
Jctigerwolf-Yes, I just love those cliffhangers (
Super Hurricane-Yes, I am aware that sending the Animorphs back in time would have no cause whatsoever on the present, seeing as if they are there, that means they WERE there. I read Megamorphs 2, and understood it better then a lot of people. You'd be surprised by the number of people that didn't get that if the Animorphs hadn't been there to piss of the Nesk and make them drop their bomb, humans would have never existed. But, I have also seen Back to the Future, so I figure however I decide to portray time travel is up to me, thank you very much. But moving on, the first paragraphs were non descriptive because I figure anyone reading this has an idea of what Animorphs is, and if they don't, not my problem, they can still get the basic idea of the story. And, lastly, why the hell would Rachel steal the soul of a robot? Robots don't have souls. . . ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
~Cassie~
There was a flash.
Then Rachel and Marco were gone.
WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER-I mean, them?! Tobias exclaimed.
The Helmet with the gun-like thing looked up in the tree. Did that creature just talk? I was under the impression humans were the only species capable of speech on this planet.
"What. . .where are they?" Jake looked at Ax and gave a discreet nod. Ax began demorphing to Andalite.
The Helmet peered at something on the handle of the gun. Oh, they're fine. They've simply been sent back in time approximately . . .two hundred and thirty of your years.
"WHY would you do that?" I blurted out.
The Helmet waved its arm, which I assumed was an alien form of shrugging shoulders. It's a way of temporarily removing them from our presence.
"Temporarily?" I said, breathing a sigh of relief. "You can bring them back?"
Of course, as soon they have witnessed enough battle. Then we will buy their memories to be sold to the Iskoort.
"WHAT?!"
Well, what did you THINK we were doing on this planet? The Helmet said. Enjoying the scenery?
"Trying to steal our blue box?"
Oh, dear me, no, He/she laughed airily. The Helmacrons told us you might let us power up our ship, that's all we wanted. We don't need to STEAL it. The Helmets are a much more honest species then that.
Correct me if I am wrong, Ax said. You travel from planet to planet, sending them back in time, in hopes they will acquire interesting memories, then buy their memories from them. Then you sell these memories to the Iskoort?
Well, yes. You can find plenty of species that sell their memories quite cheaply, while the Iskoort pay much more for them. But, you see, we don't just send them back and hope they stumble upon something interesting. We make sure we send them to significant times and places in the planets history, preferably battles.
"Oh."
"And where did you send Rachel and Marco?" Jake asked, looking worried at the fact that his cousin and best friend were, according to these Helmets, at some battle in history, but relieved that they were planning on bringing them back-alive.
The Helmet once again consulted the gun, which, I guess, would really be called a time machine. The date is April 18,1775. The place is Lexington, Massachusetts.
I knew that name. "Lexington and Concord?"
Oh, no, Tobias moaned. They sent them to the Revolutionary War. April 18th, that's the night of Paul Revere's ride. The first battle of the war happens the next day.
"MARCO and RACHEL?" Jake exclaimed. "At the Revolutionary War?!"
A scary little image of a battlefield exploding, British soldiers in red uniforms flying everywhere, and Rachel cackling in the background, entered my head, but I tried to push it away. Marco was there with her. He wouldn't let anything like that happen.
The image came back, this time with Marco sitting off to the side, bound and gagged.
"This could be bad," I said unnecessarily. No doubt Jake and Tobias were having similar thoughts.
The Helmets looked ecstatic. You think they will acquire interesting memories?
That's the understatement of the year, Tobias muttered.
The redhaired girl had been quiet ever since Marco and Rachel had disappeared, but now she grabbed my arm and said, looking scared, "Cassie? What's going on?"
I stared at her. "How do you know my name?"
She looked a little disappointed. "You don't remember me? Well, I guess I DO look different now, and it has been awhile. And I couldn't remember what it was you guys called yourselves, so I just said Andalites, but."
Now Jake was staring at her, too. "Who ARE you?"
"Are you sure you don't remember me?" She shook her head, and sighed. "It's me. Karen."
Jinako-chan-I added more robo-baby just for you (and also "borrowed" your description. . .you don't mind, do you?)
Alikat-Yes, the Helmets are a rather. . .silly species. The story behind the "I'm with stupid" T-shirt is, I needed a joke that didn't refer to human culture whatsoever. Calling someone stupid is, hopefully, universal (
Julie-Thanks!
Black Opal-You * tear of happiness * think I got everyone "perfect"? Thank you, thank you, and thank you! I try so hard to keep them in character.
Freak Apple-Twisting an ear, huh? I was thinking of twisting something that might (from what I've heard, at least) be a little more painful, but I'll keep the ear in mind. I might be able to use that in real life . . .
Jctigerwolf-Yes, I just love those cliffhangers (
Super Hurricane-Yes, I am aware that sending the Animorphs back in time would have no cause whatsoever on the present, seeing as if they are there, that means they WERE there. I read Megamorphs 2, and understood it better then a lot of people. You'd be surprised by the number of people that didn't get that if the Animorphs hadn't been there to piss of the Nesk and make them drop their bomb, humans would have never existed. But, I have also seen Back to the Future, so I figure however I decide to portray time travel is up to me, thank you very much. But moving on, the first paragraphs were non descriptive because I figure anyone reading this has an idea of what Animorphs is, and if they don't, not my problem, they can still get the basic idea of the story. And, lastly, why the hell would Rachel steal the soul of a robot? Robots don't have souls. . . ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
~Cassie~
There was a flash.
Then Rachel and Marco were gone.
WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER-I mean, them?! Tobias exclaimed.
The Helmet with the gun-like thing looked up in the tree. Did that creature just talk? I was under the impression humans were the only species capable of speech on this planet.
"What. . .where are they?" Jake looked at Ax and gave a discreet nod. Ax began demorphing to Andalite.
The Helmet peered at something on the handle of the gun. Oh, they're fine. They've simply been sent back in time approximately . . .two hundred and thirty of your years.
"WHY would you do that?" I blurted out.
The Helmet waved its arm, which I assumed was an alien form of shrugging shoulders. It's a way of temporarily removing them from our presence.
"Temporarily?" I said, breathing a sigh of relief. "You can bring them back?"
Of course, as soon they have witnessed enough battle. Then we will buy their memories to be sold to the Iskoort.
"WHAT?!"
Well, what did you THINK we were doing on this planet? The Helmet said. Enjoying the scenery?
"Trying to steal our blue box?"
Oh, dear me, no, He/she laughed airily. The Helmacrons told us you might let us power up our ship, that's all we wanted. We don't need to STEAL it. The Helmets are a much more honest species then that.
Correct me if I am wrong, Ax said. You travel from planet to planet, sending them back in time, in hopes they will acquire interesting memories, then buy their memories from them. Then you sell these memories to the Iskoort?
Well, yes. You can find plenty of species that sell their memories quite cheaply, while the Iskoort pay much more for them. But, you see, we don't just send them back and hope they stumble upon something interesting. We make sure we send them to significant times and places in the planets history, preferably battles.
"Oh."
"And where did you send Rachel and Marco?" Jake asked, looking worried at the fact that his cousin and best friend were, according to these Helmets, at some battle in history, but relieved that they were planning on bringing them back-alive.
The Helmet once again consulted the gun, which, I guess, would really be called a time machine. The date is April 18,1775. The place is Lexington, Massachusetts.
I knew that name. "Lexington and Concord?"
Oh, no, Tobias moaned. They sent them to the Revolutionary War. April 18th, that's the night of Paul Revere's ride. The first battle of the war happens the next day.
"MARCO and RACHEL?" Jake exclaimed. "At the Revolutionary War?!"
A scary little image of a battlefield exploding, British soldiers in red uniforms flying everywhere, and Rachel cackling in the background, entered my head, but I tried to push it away. Marco was there with her. He wouldn't let anything like that happen.
The image came back, this time with Marco sitting off to the side, bound and gagged.
"This could be bad," I said unnecessarily. No doubt Jake and Tobias were having similar thoughts.
The Helmets looked ecstatic. You think they will acquire interesting memories?
That's the understatement of the year, Tobias muttered.
The redhaired girl had been quiet ever since Marco and Rachel had disappeared, but now she grabbed my arm and said, looking scared, "Cassie? What's going on?"
I stared at her. "How do you know my name?"
She looked a little disappointed. "You don't remember me? Well, I guess I DO look different now, and it has been awhile. And I couldn't remember what it was you guys called yourselves, so I just said Andalites, but."
Now Jake was staring at her, too. "Who ARE you?"
"Are you sure you don't remember me?" She shook her head, and sighed. "It's me. Karen."