Chapter 21

In a padded blue cell with fuzzy carpet and foam walls filled almost to the brim with tribbles.

Me: Well, I have not been rescued as of yet, and I forgot that tribbles reproduce abundantly. And I'm in an enclosed room that contrary to my wishes is NOT bigger on the inside. But I am sure that Shirley will rescue me. Luckily I have wireless internet and a computer so I could watch my weekly updates of Legend of Korra and therefore I have been able to continue to write, even if most think I am unworthy to hold a pen, or I guess type a keyboard. Anyway, once again I greet you lovely readers with love and appreciation. I give you Chapter 21 without further chitter-chatter. :) By the way, I haven't done a disclaimer recently, so I do NOT own any of the original Animorphs characters, places, or past situations if any are mentioned. I DO however own my characters, Ani (who I have now made cannon in the next chapter… Hehehehe spoilers.) Michelle, Hannah, Reddin482, and my random Controller that will be tortured; of sorts. Oops, spoilers again.

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"You IMBECILE!" Hannah flinched inside her own head. She may not have been the one he was actually mad at but even in his inferior host he was intimidating. "I give you the SIMPLE talk of recovering information on where the Kandrona is and what do you find? NOTHING! WHY?!" His voice took on a whiney tone, "'But Visser, the codes are too hard. I'm not good at kacking into government sites.' All I am hearing is… 'I stupid. I don't like breaking into the government of this stinking country. I don't want to serve this raving lunatic, anyway.' So do you know what I think? You don't deserve to serve any longer!"

Reddin 482 turned Hannah's head and looked between the spitting mad Visser and the cowering human. She decided to step in. "Visser."

The Visser snapped toward them at the sound with flashing eyes.

"Visser, I admit that this creature is not worthy of living, but since we are a small group it is needful for us to all survive, for now. However, since he does require punishment for his failure, why don't you punish him some other way? Perhaps he can be in charge of the Taxxon hosts we have remaining."

Visser One stroked his chin thoughtfully, "What you say is well-thought, Reddin 482. I must say I am surprised you did not rise in rank to a Visser. Emras927, Polypia635, take this sniveling worm out of my sight and have him relieve Keltrin591 of his duties."

Hannah watched the face of the host as his Yeerk naturally changed facial expressions from fear to relief to terror as his punishment sunk in. The door shut after him with a solemn thud.

Visser One sat calmly in his fancy desk chair and steepled his fingers on top of his cherry wood desk. Hannah wondered idly where the Yeerks had found such luxury for their leader, "So, how is our other project going?"

"Very well, Visser." Reddin482 moved Hannah to the front of the desk and clasped her hands behind her back. "Already we have four creatures created and three have been tested. The fourth will be released as soon as we can get the target alone. We had some trouble with some innocent bystanders getting in the way. Two deaths, I believe."

"Do I care for the bystanders?! Were the tests successful!?"

"Yes, sir, we accomplished exactly what we wanted."

The Visser spread his mouth in what could only be described as a predatory leer, "Excellent, Reddin482. When does the fourth test begin?"

"We should begin within the hour, Visser. I had just received word, before you required my presence, that the circumstance are green for go."

"Green for go?" He raised a single eyebrow.

"A human phrase, linked to the races performed by motor vehicles, sir."

"I see, though we are contained in these hosts we are not required to copy them in all mannerisms. Especially around our own kind."

"Yes, Visser."

"Let us go see this test, shall we."

"Directly, sir. I will see to it that our viewing equipment is prepped for your entertainment.

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The hawk flew over the forest intent of finding two things, a home and prey. He had found a nice meadow with plenty of skirting trees, perfect for stalking mice and other meadow creatures, but some blue deer resided there with another hawk. Battling another hawk for his territory was too much work. So as he flew over the trees he scanned for a less troublesome spot.

Alighting on a branch the hawk rested. With cool carelessness he watched as some wolf-sized bug scuttled under his tree. The hawk preened a bit as the bizarre bug ran through some trees and out of sight.

Ready, the hawk took off in search of a place were less weird things lived.

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Me: Well there you have it, chapter 21. Yes I know it's short and pitiful (like having but one heart.) but it is really hard to do the antagonist side of the story while still keeping you all in the dark until I desire you to know what I, as the writer, know. The next chapter will be longer I promise. I'm going to explain how I made Ani cannon, which should make Keiko Reine Frost happy, since she's the one that said it would be awesome if she were cannon. So she is! YAY! Now if I could just get out of here…..

PorkyPoo/Sherly, Spock, David Tennant, and Tom Hiddleston break in through the wall opposite my wall-size portrait of Steven Moffat, scattering squeaking tribbles.

PorkyPoo/Sherly *Pulls out gun* Take that MOFFAT! And that! And that! How dare you kill Rory and Amy! How could you! And then Sherlock! What in the world were you thinking making us wait for over THREE WHOLE YEARS! *shoots several rounds into the head of Steven Moffat's head* Even though you are an amazing writer and I happen to want to work with you on a script doesn't give you the right to do this to all your loyal fans!

David Tennant: Will someone get that gun away from her? I never like seeing people use guns even if it is on a life-size portrait of Moffat.

Spock: It is very illogical for people to feel the need to express themselves with guns.

Tom Hiddleston: That is because you never express yourself. *kicks a fat tribble against my cell wall*

Me: NO! Tom that was one of the first ones, William! William Shatner, my dear little tribble! *Runs over to limp tribble laying beside the wall* He didn't mean to, you didn't Tom did you?! I couldn't lie to one of my bestest friends!

Tom Hiddleston: *whispers to David Tennant* This one is more cracked than the last one. What was his name?

Spock: I believe he called himself Mad Dog Murdock.

Tom Hiddleston: That's the one! What's the issue with this one?

PorkyPoo/Sherly: *Clasps me to her* She is my bosom friend and I have been in the deepest darkest despair since she was taken captive, that is why, my dear Tom, I have called on your help to free her. Now what do you guys plan on doing?

David Tennant: I'm not sure what to do; for some reason my mind has gone to one word 'run'.

Tom Hiddleston: I don't know either… generally I am the one who does the capturing and torturing and stuff so this is all very new to me.

Spock: You all are useless… let me call in one of my colleagues.* Pulls out really weird looking rectangular box, flips open the harvest gold top and speaks a few unintelligible words into it*.

Tom Hiddleston: What are you doing?

Me: * Grins* Wait for it….

*Shining gold particles swirls around a small part of the room, an older looking Spock appears in the spot.*

Me: …. Hmmmmm I wasn't expecting him… oh well, I guess he'll have to do. He is WAY better than any Chris Pine.

David Tennant: Hold on, shouldn't this cause some sort of a time paradox?

Leonard Nimoy: Not technically, because, we are from alternate universes… however if you were to meet someone from your-

David Tennant: Shhhhhh… I'm trying to think, *scribbles something on a small piece of paper in a black covering* any second now he should be getting the distress signal… just wait.

*Whirring sound comes from the opposite side of the room. A young, brunette woman stepped out of a Blue Police Box that had just appeared.*

Young Woman: Uhhhhh Doctor?

Doctor: Yes, Clara? *Young looking man in a tweed suit jacket and bowtie comes out of same Police box* Oh dear!

Time Paradox ensues