Man, things are getting strange.
So, I shall conclude the events of "The Attack" in this chapter. I have gotten a few reviews saying they're bored and I should just skip all of this horse-shit and just do #54. Well if I did, you guys would be going "What the f**?!! When did that happen?!!! Ohmygawd! I don't understand what the hell's going on!!! What the hell's an Ulterk?!!!" So I don't.
So since I'm a stubborn jerk who wants my art to stay intact I will go through however many books I choose!!!!
But since I also have neither a backbone nor artistic integrity, I will be shorting them to important parts.
However, still expect long chapters revolving around our favorite misfit, especially when they are original adventures.
No, not Aftran-David!!
Although, now that you mention it. ;)
'Til next we meet.
Augustine Quill
PS-Yes, I will be introducing Stephanie, but not today.
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May 29, 1999 4:29 AM
In the early morning sunrise of the Iskoort Home World, our fellowship of nine rest inside a room of the Servant Guild Temple. We were hiding. We couldn't hide for long. We had to assassinate the seven remaining Howlers before the vice versa.
Poor Cassie. She had it rough right then. She had to keep the others from killing Guide out of frustration while coaxing me out of my mix-and-match morph.
Limited success.
"You've been in morph for over three hours, David." Cassie realized. "Whatever these boda salts are doing to you, they seem to make you immune to nothlitism."
"My arms are different colors."
"One's your real arm. The other is just your composite morph. Focus on the real you."
With much more effort than I think should have been necessary, my darker arm matched my true, paler skin. I was now, more or less demorphed. More or less because I still had a lion's mane and my face was fairly feline.
"I look like Vincent from Beauty and the Beast."
"Who?" Marco asked.
"Late 80's drama. Don't ask."
"Ax, do you know if David can stuck in one of these half-morphs?" Cassie asked.
I am unsure. Aximili said turning one stalk eye on us. One stalk eye remained scanning. His main eyes stayed nailed to Guide. The effect of the Boda salts on David's morphing is odd. But Erek's chemical analysis of the salts has led me to one theory: the boda salts are reacting adversely to the protimus capsules in his body, most likely within his circulatory system. The Protimus capsules, of course, store the acquired DNA of a morph. Agitation is causing constant cellular cascading, making nothlitism impossible. The agitation is most likely brought about by stress or extreme emotion, similar to Rachel's allergy problem.
At that moment, I sneezed and eagle wings popped out of my back.
"Hey. When I was wacky morphing, I morphed full animals or at least one animal at a time. David came in here looking like a mad scientist's experiment. He hasn't stopping oozing animal parts for the last twenty minutes."
"Guys, leave David alone. I've almost got him all the way human, but he has to remain calm."
"Fine." Jake said. "Let's talk to Guide. You better talk, and talk fast."
What do you want from me?
"We're a bazillion miles from home, clear across the galaxy, and all of a sudden we find out you Iskoort are Yeerks. Excuse us for being suspicious."
We are not Yeerks. We are Iskoort.
Eagle wings and lionlike face shrink back into human skin. My human skin. Yoort, Yeerk, that's pretty close. Tobias said flaring his wings. And you both live off Kandrona rays.
Yes, we feed on Kandrona rays, but we are Iskoort, not these Yeerks you despise.
"You still enslave others you piece of-"I stopped because my face jutted out. Rubbery. Dolphin. I'll be over there, calming down and shutting my mouth.
"I say we tell the Ellimist to find some other pawns. We're not helping save a bunch of Yeerks. The Howlers can have them." Rachel grunted.
"Guide, tell me something." Cassie said position herself between him and Aximili. "What do you know about the history of your people? Going way back to the beginning?"
Guide blinked a few times. My translator implant offered no interpretations of Iskoort gestures. I suppose it just isn't in the memory banks or something.
We . . . we iskoort . . . I mean, back many, many generations, the yoort were parasites, as you said. They infested other species, but that was long ago. Since, we formed our symbiotes, the combination of Isk and Yoort, we have been as we are now.
"They conquered these Isk things and now it's like okay, we're best buddies." Rachel said with a snort. "Big deal."
"Some stranger shows up on Earth a thousand years after the Yeerks conquer Earth, the Yeerks will be saying 'Hey, us and the humans are symbiotes.'" Marco said with agreement from all of us.
No. No. I have not made myself clear. Guide protested. The Isk were not conquered by the Yoort. They were created.
"Say what?"
Parasitism is a limiting choice. The Yoort moved violently to conquer other species and infest them, but this was not profitable, not in the long haul.
"Did he just say it wasn't 'profitable'?" I asked incredulously.
Guide continued. So the Yoort used biological engineering techniques to design and create a species specifically to be a symbiote.
Who cares how you did it? Tobias argued. So you build the Isk and then enslave them.
No, no. Guide continued as my dolphin beak and lion mane were replaced by human parts. The Isk were true symbiotes. The Isk cannot live without Yoort, and to ensure that this symbiosis would be real, the Yoort, too, were modified. Now Yoort cannot live without Isk and Isk cannot live without Yoort. They are one creature with two parts.
I was fully human, but the shock of what Guide was saying sent temporary snake scales across my goosebumps.
"Oh, my God." Cassie said, breaking the silence. "Of course. It's the way. The only way. Parasite becomes symbiote. No more infestation. They create the next step in their own evolution and become true symbiotes."
"No more war." Erek said. "No more need to conquer new species, to infest and enslave."
"The Yeerks don't know about this." Cassie said. "Even the Yeerks who want peace cannot imagine a way out, a way to end the cycle of conquest."
These Yoort could be related to the Yeerks. Aximili theorized. They may be the same species, somehow separated long ago, perhaps carried by from the Yeerk home world by some forgotten race.
If the Yeerks knew . . . if the Iskoort ever made contact with the Yeerks . . . Tobias said.
Holy fucking shit. Wait. Do I smell shit? No, more like mothballs.
"Poison!" Rachel shouted. "Like bug poison."
Howlers! Tobias shouted.
Shit. We couldn't use bug morphs.
"Guide! Windows?" Jake asked tersely.
Yes, there are windows concealed. I can open them by-
"Not yet. We go airborne. Stay calm. Morph to bird. Guide, when I say, open the windows. Not before. The Howlers won't come in till they're sure they've spread enough poison. Cassie, help David."
The sudden attack by the howlers had caused me to grow green fur on my arms. Cassie helped me focus on my eagle morph. I finished the morph slowly, but without problems. I was 100% eagle.
Guide, how high up are we? Jake asked.
Perhaps five times your own height.
Okay. Erek, we don't know if any Howler is sitting outside the window. Maybe yes, maybe no. Can you jump through it, push whomever's there out of the way?
"No, Jake. I can hear the Howlers. I know they're out there. If I go through that window I might harm--"
Wouldn't want that. Marco sneered. We wouldn't want-
Shut up, Marco. Jake commanded. Erek, can you project a hologram through another window? A hologram of us?
"Absolutely. There would be no harm to the Howlers, and it might save you."
You say that like it's a bonus.I grumbled.
Guide, open a window on the far side of room, count to three, and open this one over here. Guide, Erek? We hook up two levels down, near the stairs. Everyone ready?
Two levels down? Guide said fairly alarmed.
Two servant iskoort came in. Is there a problem? Are those guests clinging to the outside of the building disturbing your rest?
Make it fast. Tobias warned. Birds don't tolerate poison much better than bugs do.
Point taken. On three. One, two, NOW!
What happened to 'three'?I asked.
Jake ignored me and the seven of us took off outside one window while a hologram of us left another. The Howlers fired like idiots before they realized they were firing at light shapes.
But it wasn't long before they caught on. Rachel was hit first. Then me.
Aggghhh! Son of a bitch!! I yelled. Unfortunately my little profanity caused my tail to change. Light and furry. Squirrel. Nice, except I couldn't fucking steer!!!
Down, Down, Down!!Jake yelled.
I flapped my wings to steer, but it wasn't as precise as my tail feathers. I was beginning to lose track of the guys. I was getting frustrated. That's when my beak grew a horn.
No! NO! NO! NO! NO! I yelled as I crashed into the ground. I concentrated on shrinking my nose and getting my tail feathers back.
They can't kill the Iskoort! I heard Jake yell. Use the Iskoort for cover.
Several Iskoort were crowding around me. Thanks Jake. I'll keep that in mind. Cassie flew down to me. Are you okay? Focus on the eagle. The beak. The tail feathers. Don't faff around.
What the hell does 'faff' mean? Ignoring my question, Cassie coached me through to full eagle. I'm fine. We need to haul ass, now! We lifted ourselves away from the Iskoort.
TSEEWWW! TSEEEEEWWW! The Howler Beam Weapon!
Aggggghhhh! Cassie yelled. She was hit! Her wing was gone and her body charred.
Cassie!! I yelled. A Howler came running to collect his kill. Cassie?
I'm fine. I'll. . . .you know . . . demorph.
The Howler was closing in on her. I had to make a dive for her. I dove!
I went whizzing through the air at 120 miles an hour, but I was not going fast enough. The Howler would reach her. Then kill her. No I must reach her!! But how? The Golden Eagle is one of the fastest diving birds. The only thing faster would be the falcon or the . . . . .
I'm shrinking! And I'm going faster! I'm going to make it. Here I come Cassie! But how? I was still bird. Did I simply shrink? No. I was small. I was fast.
I was the Merlin!!
I grabbed Cassie and lifted her seconds before the Howler jabbed his claws to the ground.
Here's a newsflash: Merlins cannot lift ospreys. I shouldn't have been able to lift her at all, but I think the boda salts made me stronger like they were supposed to. However, I was still losing altitude fast when suddenly, I was stronger. Bigger too. I was back in Golden Eagle mode.
Yee-haw! Hold on Cassie. Let's find the others. I shouted. Maybe these boda salts weren't so bad. Nah. I'll be glad when I'm not mix-and-match morphing. I almost got Cassie killed because of my problem. Thank God that said problem also allowed me to correct my mistake. And I seem to be getting the hang of it. I morphed two full animals in a row and when they were necessary. Still, I'll be glad when I'm rid of these damn things.
I had to look for a safe place. I noticed the Iskoort were clearing the walkway for a group of Warmaker Iskoort. This particular gang wore bandanas on it. Bandanas with pictures of . . . . .Sailor Moon???
I flew into the gang of Warmaker Iskoort and was greeted by Erek, Guide, and the other Animorphs minus Jake.
Sailor Moon? I asked.
"Rachel's idea." Marco said.
Yeah, no doubt. Help me with Cassie. Cassie, you can demorph, now!
For once it was the rest of us coaching Cassie out of a morph. It was slow, but she made it of course. I demorphed too, but I couldn't get rid of some of the feathers. Or the racoon tail. I was nervous. Guide had led us to an abandoned factory filled with dusty, weird-looking machinery.
"Where's Jake?" Cassie asked immediately upon demorphing.
"That's fucking gratitude for ya." I said in a joking tone, but Cassie still shot me a look of awkwardness and apology.
I saw Prince Jake go over the edge. Aximili said.
Over the edge? That's like jumping off of Mount Everest and landing in the Grand Canyon. "Is he . . . ?" Rachel asked.
No. Tobias said harshly. I'm going to find him.
"I'll go with you."
No. If the Howlers attack, you'll need maximum firepower here. I'll go alone. Tobias flew off.
"So . . . where are we, Guide?" Marco asked.
We are in a factory that is temporarily out of service. The Worker Guild refuses to come back to work here until the Superstition and Magic Guild certifies that the factory is free off the spirts of fictional characters.
The six of us blinked several times. "I'm sorry. What?" I asked.
The simple folk believe that fictional characters are at least partly real and thus have spirits who wander the city and engage in various delinquencies. The Superstition and Magic Guild are called to handle the situation, but negotiations with the Worker's Guild are at a standstill.
"I'm sorry I asked." I said, laughing, picking up some kind of metal can, tossing it up in the air, and catching it. I noticed my feathers and tail were gone. I guess laughter is the best medicine. No mis-match parts.
Prince Jake! Aximili yelled.
Jake stood there looking ragged, and that's when he and Cassie rushed into each other's arms and kissed.
"It's about time." Rachel said.
I crushed the can in my hand, subconsciously. I noticed my vision changed. I grew snake fangs and a scorpion tail. My oversized arachnid tail knocked over the nearest machine. Denticles covered my arms. Scales covered my back.
I remember saying how rage was like an acid that ate your heart.
Yeah well, if rage is phosphoric, jealousy is sulfuric. I instinctively morphed cold-blooded animals. I tried to let it pass and not let the others see my change. Tobias and Aximili saw it. Rachel and Marco missed it. Erek didn't see it. Guide may have. I didn't care.
Focus. Concentrate on being you. Do not let the mighty Jake see you fuck up! Marco was trying to solicit a kiss from Rachel. I ignored them and concentrated on staying human. Denticles receded. Scales disappeared. Fangs retracted. Eyes became normal once more. I was normal. Except for that scorpion tail.
Guide had been talking . . . but the Worker Guild cannot agree on a price, so . . .
"Makes perfect sense." Jake said.
"In a loony bin." Rachel amended.
"David, is there a problem?" Jake asked me.
"Um . . . not really." I lied.
"Whoa! You acquired a scorpion? Where did you find a scorpion?" Marco asked.
"At the circus. Where do you think I got it? The Gardens, moron!" I yelled as my face jutted out again. God Dammit!
David's been acquiring a lot of forest animals, but lately he's been flying off to the Gardens. Tobias said.
"What kind of animals have you been acquiring?" Jake asked.
My face became normal. Still had a scorpion tail. "Just a few of our four-legged friends. Raccoon, wolf, fox, beaver, hedgehog, chipmunk, squirrel, bobcat, bat, vole . . . what was the small red bird?"
Robin. Tobias answered.
"Oh yeah. Bat, vole, robin, . . . no vole then bat and robin, . . . wait a minute."
"Continue." Jake said.
"Uh . . . rabbit, skunk, deer, and owl. And that's when the Ellimist abducted me and but me on the Dayang ship."
You acquired a Dayang? Aximili asked.
"And a Dibulob. Don't ask."
"What next?"
"Um . . . I did a frolis and created my 'Big Mama' morph. Oh yeah, then I acquired that small spider. Tobias then showed where I could find a bigger spider."
"Tobias?"
What? The dude is a comic fanboy. The guy is obsessed with Spider-man, Batman, and Spawn. The minute I mentioned 'wolf spider' . . . .
"I get it." Jake said, exasperated "Do you have any dangerous animals we should be worried about?"
"Well that's the thing, after I acquired the wolf spider, I got curious and went to the insect/arachnid house at the Gardens."
"What species?" Cassie asked.
"Black Widow. Brown Recluse. Tarantula." I said as my scorpion tail knocked over another piece of machinary. "Oh yeah, and a King Scorpion."
"Anything else?" Jake asked.
"Dangerous-wise, the polar bear, but, Dudes, I'm getting the hang of this." My scorpion tail knocked over another machine. "Stop that!!" I yelled, instantly my arm turned into a fly leg.
"Oh good. David's getting the hang of it. I feel better." Marco said.
"You're lucky flies don't have fingers."
How are we going to kill six Howlers with this clown college? Tobias muttered.
"Six? What happened to seven?" Erek asked.
"He's taken care of." Jake said. "I also have a new morph."
Yeah? Tobias asked. My fly arm was become human, my scorpion tail was shrinking away.
"Yeah. On the way . . . on the way down, I acquired the Howler. It's not enough, but it may give us an edge. If we have an overall plan."
"Do you have a plan?" Erek asked.
Jake shrugged. "Yeah. I guess I do."
"Kiss him again, Cassie. It seems to help." Marco said.
My fly arm came back. God Dammit!
Jake formulated our plan. Guide, worrying that we might die was finally appeased by a schematic of Erek's hologram emitters. I tried to get a peek at the schematic, but no luck. Guide led us to floor full of shopper Iskoort aka mallrat Iskoort. We hid in a vacant store.
"How do we get the word to the Howlers that we're here?" Jake asked.
I have only to mention it to a member of the News, Gossip, and Speculation Guild.
This is quite a little lunatic asylum the Ellimist wants us to save. Tobias said. Lego Land meets Dr. Seuss with a population made up of whining nutbags -- no offense, Guide -- who think shopping and gossiping are careers.
"I wonder if there's an entertainment guild." I asked.
"Okay, let's get this in gear." Jake commanded. "Guide? We have the memory players?"
Yes, of course.
"Ax? You ready?"
Yes, Prince Jake.
"Don't call me Prince. And come here for a minute."
Jake talked to Aximili, probably about how he ran off. I wasn't bothered by it. On the other hand, I'm not trying to escape my older brother's shadow.
We waited. We waited for about forty minutes. Aximili walked down the street. He would be our bait. Tobias was once again our eyes in the sky. He's almost there. The Howlers are sticking together. Not as cocky as they were, though. They should spot him any second now. Any second now. . . . What are they, blind? Ax is getting awfully close. The crowd is blocking their view of him. Too many Iskoort in the way. Oh, man! He's too . . . . They see him! Ax-man, run! Run!
"It's time." Jake said. "I have to do this."
Part of our plan was for Jake to morph the Howler. Yeah, I know, "are you nuts??". Well, it was necessary, since Erek would not use holographic technology. Besides, he was more useful as a shield.
We were cautious. Rachel was in grizzly morph. Her gigantic claws that would scare the pimples off a football player's butt rested on Jake's shoulders.
Marco in gorilla morph, Cassie in wolf morph, and I were on standby. I was in lion morph, but my nervousness had caused small Hork-bajir blades to appear on my forearms. I also had elbow blades . . . . and an Andalite tail. All of us were ready to pounce just in case.
"Rachel, you know what to do." Jake warned. "If I get out of control, can't control the morph. If I start that howl . . . you'll have to do it." Jake started his morph.
They're on him! Tobias yelled. All six of them. Like hounds after a rabbit. Man! That boy can run! Ax-man! Opening to your right!
Jake's body segmented until you could see his spine. His spine turned a metallic color and filled in. His skin turned black and red. Jake's morph was complete. The four of us were tense. Would he attack us?
You can let me go. Jake said finally.
Are you sure? Rachel asked.
Yeah. This thing isn't out of control. It's like . . . it's a game.
What is? Cassie asked.
The Howlers. The killing. It's a game to them. They're having fun. They're enjoying it. Like when dolphin leap into the air just for the fun of it and play follow the leader, it's a game.
Fuck that! Don't they realize they are killing people? Ending lives?
No. They don't know what they're doing. They . . . . aren't adults. The Howlers are all children.
Here they come! Tobias yelled. Thirty seconds. If--
Children, my ass. Rachel said. They're murderers!
They're what Crayak made them. Jake explained. They have a life span of three years. They have no mature phase. They don't reproduce; they're grown in a factory. There are no adult Howlers. Did you know? Jake asked of Erek.
"Before? No."
When you absorbed Howler memories, did you realize they are children?
"They slaughtered my creators." Erek replied.
What the fuck does that mean? I asked.
He doesn't care. Cassie interpreted.
Crowd is thinning out, Ax-man! Tobias shouted. They're gonna have a shot!
So what, we let them walk away, just because they're not adults? Marco demanded.
It's not going to be up to us. Jake said. If the plan works, Crayak will --
It's not just Crayak. Cassie said. We're the ones forcing the --
We heard the dart weapons fire right outside our door. Aaahhh! Ax yelled in pain.
He's hit! Tobias shouted.
"Juveniles or adults, they massacred my creators. They made refugees of the Chee, they murdered my world." Erek said through gritted teeth.
No choice, man. Marco said.
They don't know. Jake said.
Well now they will! I yelled. And this group and possibly the rest of this godforsaken race will never kill again! Don't forget our stake in this! If the Iskoort survive then the Yeerk war has a way of ending peaceably.
Jake's alien eyes showed noticeable contemplation. Places. Jake finally ordered. Get ready.
Rachel, Marco, Cassie and I moved swiftly into place. Erek and Guide remained close. Aximili stumbled into the room, bleeding way too much. A Howler followed him in. The four of us jumped the Howler while Erek (with Guide around his neck) blocked the doorway. One of the rules between Crayak and Ellimist was that the Howlers couldn't kill the Iskoort until we were dead. So Guide was perfectly safe.
Meanwhile, the Howler we were fighting kicked Rachel and sent her flying. She hit the wall and was knocked unconsious. A claw swipe from his left slashed my face. Another swipe tore gashes into Cassie's side. He aimed his dart weapon at Cassie, but Marco bashed him in his back and the darts went into the wall. The Howler spun around on his turntable waist and knifed Marco in the stomach.
No!! My body changed. My shoulders widened. My arms became humanoid. No, Hork-bajir-like. I grew blades. My legs became human. The African Male again. Three Hork-Bajir horns and two andalite stalk eyes came from my lion's mane. My muzzle curved into a raptor's beak. Dragonfly wings grew from my back. Another random mix-and-match morphing.
But then, why am I morphing almost exactly like I did the first time? I was doing this on PURPOSE!!!!
The Howler faced me. "You." It said.
You remember me. Good.
David, Jake addressed me. The other Howlers are getting through. Ax, Rachel, Cassie, and Marco are incapacitated. I'm going to knock you over to get the Howler's trust. You just stall the other Howlers!
Arg. I hate being the decoy!
I charged the Howler, but Jake knocked me over with a simple shoulder movement as planned.
"Forget them." Jake said in a Howler's voice. "This way!"
The Howler followed him. It was at that moment that Rachel woke up and Cassie rejoined me. The Howlers were burning holes into the wall. Jake was handling his Howler his way.
NOW! I heard Jake yell. Marco! The memory emitter! Now! He's getting up!
The Howlers barreled in.
There is no line. "Hrrrooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!" I roared, presented my blades, and bared my teeth.
The Howlers shuddered. They started backing away. Were they afraid?
No. Jake had put the memory emitter on his Howler. He had disappeared, but the memories of Jake, Rachel, Cassie, Marco, Tobias, Aximili, the memory of Guide, the long history of Erek, and, of course, my memories.
These five remaining Howlers knew everything about me. I wonder what these children thought. Poor children.
And with that, we were no longer in a destroyed, empty store on the Iskoort Home World.
It was huge. I guess it preferred to be called He. He was a gigantic red eye. He was connected to a pattern-less web of machinery.
Crayak. His gaze froze me in place. Scared me. Frightened me. Angered me. Scales ripped through me. My arms shortened. He was triggering my snake morph. He was pure Dark Side. This was Darth Vader's God. A gigantic Brown-eye.
I mean, Red-eye.
"We meet at last, fact-to-face." Crayak said, mockingly to Jake. Poor Jake. The only time since I've known him that I didn't want to be in his shoes. "What? Not so brave now, little Jake? Look at you, all of you, cowering! Are you frightened?"
"Yeah, I am." Jake admitted, meekly, "but we won."
Crayak laughed. A horrible, despicable laugh.
What's so fucking funny? I asked hostilely.
Crayak growled. A vibration through the floor that threatened to burst my cells into its individual atoms. More subtle and not at all painful as a Howler howl, but infinitely more frightening.
Fortunately, help arrived. The Ellimist, as an old human male. "Humans. Six Humans, an Andalite, a Chee."
"It was a mistake allowing the Chee to escape from the doom of their Pemalite masters." Crayak said.
"The Iskoort will live." Ellimist said.
Crayak blinked. Or winked. "The Iskoort will live." He said as he gazed on Jake. "Sleep well, human. I'll still be there in your dreams, and someday, when the time is right, you will suffer for this. And you!" He fixed his gaze on me. "I am very disappointed."
Jake was a Howler for some reason. Then he demorphed. "You were too late, Crayak. A few things got through to the Howlers' collective memory."
"What?" He demanded.
Jake looked at me. "Fear." Then he looked at Cassie and looked back to Crayak. "And Love."
And with that, we once again find ourselves in some n-dimensional space where we got some more free anatomy lessons. Enough so that, despite his small stature, I saw that Marco shared a trait with Walt Flanagan's dog.
Don't. Ask.
Still, better than being with Crayak.
"You did well." the Ellimist said, still in a normal voice.
"Did well? Did well?" Marco echoed. "We kicked butt on the meanest gang in the galaxy, whupped Crayak the Big Nasty, saved the Iskoort, which I'm not sure was a good thing, and planted a little sensitivity bomb in the Howlers, and that's it? 'Job well done' and 'Oh, by the way, here's your insides to look at again as we zip through inside-out world'?"
"What would you like?" Ellimist asked.
"I don't know. How about a reward or something?"
"How about telling us what we accomplished, if anything?" Jake asked.
"Yeah. How about that?" Rachel concurred.
Then, another quantum leap to the Fortress of Attitude aka Cassie's barn.
"What did you accomplish? Qué serrá serrá, as David would say, but it is now more than likely than it was before that three hundred years from now the Yeerks will encounter the Iskoort. They will realize that they are related. And the Yeerks will see that there is a better way."
That's it? Three centuries from now? How does that help us? Tobias asked.
"Maybe this is something we can do now." I suggested. "Do we know any species that could engineer a symbiote for the Yeerks?"
The Arn. Tobias suggested. But the Yeerks extinguished them. They could even alter the DNA of the Yeerks to make the symbiosis real. We know they can do that because they did it to themselves to keep from being infested. Maybe if one of them would have been taken, the Yeerks would have figured it out on their own, and this whole war could have been avoided.
The others looked confused. Obviously, they knew nothing about the Hork-Bajir war.
The Ellimist stared at me. "You bring much change with you." He gave Cassie a look then turned his gaze back to me. "¿Como un sabe qué lo serrá cuando a una persona tan tu te dé permiso a vivir?"
"What?" Jake asked.
"Nonetheless, within six months Crayak will send a Howler force to annihilate a race called Sharf Den. Instead of slaughtering the Sharf Den, the Howlers will try a few things different. A few will be afraid, due to the Sharf Den's unfortunate resemblance to the creature David morphed, but many more will attempt to kiss them. Crayak will have lost his shock troops. And the Sharf Den will . . .well no one knows the future for certain."
"Qué serrá serrá." I said.
"Oh, however, you may be sure that Guide is now a very, very rich Iskoort." with a laugh, Ellimist was gone.
I really hate it when he does that. Tobias said.
"Okay, that does it, we are never inviting him over again." Marco said.
"What did Ellimist say to you, David?" Jake asked.
"He said 'How can one know what is to come when a person like you is giving permission to live?'"
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If you are asking "Who's Walt Flanagan?" let me just say that's exactly what Ben Affleck said. Snoogans.
And now for my question: No, seriously, what does 'faff' mean?