Hearts pounding as he found himself at the mercy of an incensed telepath – he could tell, even from such a brief mental contact that the pair of them had actually shared, that Shara was not yet truly angry with him – Samilin-Corrath-Gahar found most of his attention taken up by her. Even as he informed his former Tactical Officer of just how to unlock the landing controls and bring the Ascalin back on course, he still thought of her. The sense of loss about her, the way she'd set herself as a protector of both the younger humans and her older brother…
Yes, the pair of them had a great deal in common.
He'd managed to lightly grip her right wrist with his remaining hand as he was being led to a makeshift brig, meant to hold him until the Ascalin had made contact with the rest of the Andalite forces on Leera. Hareli would doubtless be making his report to someone close to Galuit, if not the Force Commander himself, and so Samilin concentrated on the form he'd recently acquired.
His stalk-eyes went blind as they were pulled into his head as the morph proceeded, and Samilin braced himself against a nearby wall as his second pair of legs began to morph away. The sensation of his second and third hearts stopping as they, too, were morphed away was more than a little unsettling. However, the exquisite sense of balance he gained in return was rather interesting.
In fact, as each of the new senses the morph he had just acquired began to activate, Samilin found that he could actually hear the single heart beating in his chest. The smooth, blank walls of the makeshift brig around him hardly served as any true kind of test of his new morph's vision, and so Samilin had little way of determining if the sense of sight was as improved as the sense of hearing.
He suspected it was, yes, but he'd no true way of knowing.
Another sense, this one the strangest and yet the most precise, emerged as the last of the physical changes seemed to have completed. It seemed to be related to the locations of the morph he'd previously acquired. However, as he turned his attention to the strange sense, Samilin felt Shara's attention turning toward him, in return.
Even as he grasped for the strange weapon that he'd seen in her hand when she'd deprived him of his right arm, Samilin could feel her drawing steadily closer.
The blade now in the new hand his latest morph had granted him cleaved through the wall in front him as though the material didn't exist at all, but as he sensed Shara drawing steadily closer, Samilin reached for whatever kind of strange power had allowed Shara and her brother to survive perfectly unscathed in Zero-space. For a long moment – as his vision was washed away by the kind of strange, pink light that had been in Shara's eyes when she had used those telepathic abilities that had drawn his attention to her in the first place – Samilin found the sense he had of Shara and Slade growing even stronger.
Firmly grasping the edges of the incision he'd made, Samilin found to his amazement that the Ascalin's hull parted as though it was nothing more than thin cloth at what seemed to be only the slightest effort on his part. Throwing himself out through the hole he'd torn, even as the sense he'd developed of Shara closed in on the makeshift brig he'd been left in, Samilin found himself plummeting out of the air, to land with shattering force amid the rocks below him.
However, when he stood back up again, Samilin found himself standing in the center of a crater that he hadn't even felt himself making to begin with. And there, directly next to his armored right foot, was an imprint in that exact shape. Stepping briefly back into the imprint, Samilin found that it fit his armored foot perfectly.
Before he could think for too long, Samilin felt the sense he'd developed of Shara growing not simply closer but also more powerful, as well. Leaping backwards, just as Shara herself – in the same armored form that he'd first seen her in; the same form that Samilin himself was now in – dropped from the Ascalin, nearly landing on top of him, Samilin leaped backwards again.
He'd little enough time to learn what the morph he was currently making use of was truly capable of, so Samilin ran without a look back; the near-overpowering sense of Shara following in his wake soon accompanied by what sounded entirely too much like some kind of an engine.
Samilin didn't have time to do much more than wonder what had happened, before something slammed into the back of his head.