Animorphs #55

The Ending

Authors notes:

Um... hi... 'Tis my first fanfic, so I'm kinda new to this thing.

I'm kinda changing David into a new character, aren't I? Well meh, being a rat for 5 or so years really does change you.

Constructive criticism is welcome!

Chapter 6- David

I sniffed the air and moved my head side to side to get my eyes to focus. I've seen other albino rats do that, and it actually helps me focus my eyes, I have no idea why. Anyway, The air smelled of... well... exotic animals. And their dung/droppings/feces/crap/whatever. I walked along, studying the walls around me. They were white, with the occasional door every here or there. Suddenly I stopped dead in my tracks as a door opened and somebody stepped into view. They were wearing sandals and shorts. I couldn't see the rest because when I looked up the bright ceiling lights hurt my eyes.

"Hello, little rat." The sandals lady said. Usually i would have run, and my instincts told me too, but i didn't. I was probably in some zoo, probably the Gardens, which is a local amusement park slash zoo. Anyway, i was hoping a person who worked taking care of animals wouldn't want to crush me like a bug, like George/Joe/Jim/Whoever that guys name was did.

"I bet you got out of the live food storage, I don't think the snakes would be happy if they went without dinner."

Wait... what?

"Come on, little rat. You have to get eaten alive just like everybody else."

I was out of there!

I ran through the sandals lady's legs and through the small crack under the door she had just walked through.

I was pretty warm in the exhibit, probably an African animal. I sniffed and danger warning flashed in the back of my head. I smelled a cat. I moved my head back and forth and froze.

Make that a big cat.

I turned and tried to run, but it snapped me greedily up. I don't know if a cheetah would eat a rat in the wild, but living prey probably tempted this one.

Dread clawed its icy hands at my stomach when I heard something. It said, [[Um... hello, the ellimist might have sent you hear because he, duh, gave you back your morphing powers.]]

I later realized that the person who had said that was me.

I dung my tiny claws into the cheetah's throat and focused. Suddenly the cheetah went limp as I aquired it.

[[I better get out of here before he aquires me for dinner.]] I said, then laughed at how Marco-like that sounded.

Unfortunately it is hard to crawl up somethings esophagus.

So i began to morph. I became larger, and was then regurgitated by the Cheetah.

Easy as pie.

After that close encounter I ran. I ran and ran for hours until i found and exit, then I ran some more. Who knew what the Ellimist wanted me to do?

[[Hey Ellimist,]] I said, focusing my mine on the glowing rat i had seen earlier so that it was private. Only he/she/it could hear me, if he/she/it was actually listening, [[what do i do now.]]

If that glowing guy has a sense of humor, it's not a really nice one.

Splat. One second I'm running, the next second a random bird falls from the sky and crushes me. I could hear vague voices saying, "I hit it with a tranquilizer dart!" "You idiot, you could have killed it!" "Hey, blah blah blah..."

I didn't care. I acquired the bird.

Chapter 7- Jake

As fast as the Rachel was it still was taking us longer than we had hoped to get home. Zero-Space had shifted, and now instead of taking us a week to get home it would take us months, even years.

I hoped it would shift again.

Anyway, I was busily watch milk spew from Marcos nose as Menderash ate the fried Clohh'nash intestines, paper plate, plastic fork and knife, along with part of the table cloth he had shoved into his mouth. Tobias and Menderash were the only people to eat the Clohh'nash, which is some sort of pig-lizard from the Kelbrid homeworld, intestines. For some odd reason eating a pig-lizards guts didn't make me feel very hungry.

A few minutes after we finished watching the disgusting sight of Menderash eating all of that stuff, barfing half of it up and eating it again, we finally started planning.

"Ok, heres what we know: The Kelbrid aren't too bad, but we still can't bring an Andalite here. The Ones probably going to spark and intergalactic war between the Yeerks and his other slaves, Andalites and somebody else." I said.

"And we only have this... stuff, plus some assorted fruits and vege's left to eat, unless you plan on eating the dried up food pellets." Marco butted in.

"I find those food pellets quite unappetizing." Menderash added.

I ignored there comments, "It will probably take us a year to get back to Earth, unless Z-Space shifts or whatever, so we might as well find some aliens."

"So we're gonna seek out new life and new civilizations, and boldly go where no man, hawk or Andalite has gone before?"

"And acquire different edible food substances from various empires?"

You can probably figure out who was just talking.

"I've had Menderash plot in a course for a nearby space faring planet," I said, once again ignoring their comments, "The Kelbrid have updated our star chart of the space in this sector of the galaxy. The race at this planet is not Kelbrid, but one of their allies, the Galadian."

"Sounds like a last name."

[[Sounds like Gladiator. Wait.. no it doesn't...]]

"Sounds like Galard."

Marco, Tobias and Menderash spoke at the same time. They, along with me, were the only ones attending the meeting. Santoelli was taking a shower and Jeanne... well, the sight of Menderash's latest meal made her stomach slightly upset.

"Well, as far as I know they are quite peaceful and often engage in trade. We'll be landing there to trade for supplies." I said.

"But no selling body parts. Except hair. Who needs hair?" Marco joked.

"Perhaps we could sell Marco's tongue." Menderash said. We all stared. "What? I was simply attempting to make what you humans call a joke. Marco constantly talks and talk and tells what you all call "lame jokes", and the removal of his tongue would prevent this."

"Hey, my jokes aren't lame! who said they were lame!"

"Menderash, no more jokes. That's an order." I said, "They... they scare me..."

Chapter 8- Marco

Turns out there was a reason why Galadian sounded so much like Galard. It's because they invented the language.

The Galadian's are a race of diplomates, they made the intersteller language to aid in the formation of peace treatys and communications between races.

The Galadians were strange looking, although all aliens look pretty weird. They were insectiod. Their faces were very ant like, but they had cat like eyes on the side of their heads, and they head big old elephant-like ears. Their bodys were like an ant's, except the ant is standing fully upright. They have four legs coming from their abdomin in a horizontal line and four arms from the thorax in a vertical line. They also have a long, scorpion like tail with a sort of bulb on the end that can shoot out poisonous saliva-like stuff. They were orange in colour.

the second we left the Rachel a welcoming party was there. I bet these guys have nothing to do so they have a big party for all new arrivals. after many hand shakes we were gathered at a dining hall and were given a large feast. I tried to warn them... but....

"More!!! Must have MORE!!!!!" Menderash shouted between mouthfulls of food. The Galadians had made a machine that basically creates things from energy, like those replicatures they have on Star Trek. This was cool, but it gave Menderash a constant supply of food. After around 3 minutes of this the Galadian's insisted on covering Menderashes mouth with what they described as, "an adheasive strip of black fabric designed for our safety as much as your's." Even if they took away my chance to what an Andalite turned human explode I was starting to like these guys.

I tapped a few times on the screen that was on my right, looking for the most earth-like food to add to my plate. I chose something that looked like purple crab legs and a pile of what looked like strips of bacon. For dessert I got these cubes of some blue fruit dipped in cream. The food was pretty good, although the crab legs were actually tarantula legs. Menderash decided that sitting there watching us eat with his mouth duct-tapped shut was pretty boring, and he was helping the Galadian scientist program earth food into their computer systems. Menderash actually enjoyed studing food and had some small samples with him, the rest of them he had "accidentally consumed."

The night the Galadians gave us a room in one of their extra-terrestrial hotels. The room could be automatically redisigned to suit our needs using a computer like the one we had during our meal, except it created the furniture out of force feilds and holograms. I was sitting on a nice Lay-Z-Boy sofa drinking some Seven-Up, which Menderash had also programmed into their meal making computer systems. In exchange for many different foods from earth, plus different kinds of furniture they gave us two rooms. Jeanne had her own room, It was pretty small and only contained a bed and table. My room had grass all over the floor, (courtesy of Menderash) four beds, a refrigerator, (with a computer panel on top of it. We could chose whatever we wanted to appear inside of it, very cutting edge technology) a coffee table, 2 sofa's, a fake tree and a wide screen TV. Even with new Andalite hologram technology I liked 2D TV.

This all brought be back to something that had happened a couple of years ago, yet it had actually happened 65 billion years ago. Back when me and the other Animorphs were chillin' with crab dudes. Unfortunatly Tobias killed them all, along with all the Dinosaurs. Hopefully what happened to the Mercora would not have to happen to the Galadians.

"Well," I said, "as much as I enjoy watching this show about Galadian history and chopping on orange beetle shells with dip I think we should get back to doing something about the One."

Tobias looked up from the four eyed four winged flying rodent carcass he was eating and said, [[What? You? Marco? You don't want to watch TV and be lazy? I must have misheard you!]]

I rolled my eyes, "Hey, Jake, how long do you think we'll be stayin' hear?"

Jake got up from playing chess with Santorelli and said, "Whenever Z-space reconfigures itself I suppose. If it it doesn't within 2 days or so we could go meet some new aliens and gather info on the Yeerks movements."

"As long as the One keeps up his end of the bargain with the Ellimist and Crayak we shouldn't have too worry," Menderash said as he looked up from the hologram he was looking at, "Acording to this, Z-space probably won't reconfigure for at least 4 days, and the Rachel is much faster then the Blade ship."

"Well then... wheres the remote? Does these Galadian have any good movies?"