Before Ax could answer, however, Shara leaped back into the air, drawing off the attention of what seemed to be some kind of spaceship. Before any of them could do anything like morph or try to escape, the spaceship fired on Shara. Both with some kind of beam weapon, and what almost looked like some kind of missile barrage.
Marco could only wonder just what in the hell was actually going on.
~MM2~
Finding herself the target of yet another ineffectual barrage from yet another alien spacecraft made Shara more annoyed than she could truly account for. It was probably the instincts that the Radam had imprinted her with, and since whatever spaceship she was dealing with couldn't pierce her armor any more than the Andalite ship she'd faced before, Shara took a moment to lock those instincts down again.
She didn't want to go making enemies if she didn't have to, but she did have kind of a weird feeling about this particular ship.
She was too high up for anyone but Tobias or Slade to communicate with her, and for the most part her attention was taken up by whatever kind of spaceship was trying in vain to attack her, but Shara also found herself wondering just what they were all going to be about to do. She wondered if Jake and the others would agree to let her and Slade try using their Tekno-bolts, or if Jake would want to try thinking of something else, and she also wondered just what these newcomers were after.
She'd have sensed the Radam, for one thing, and for another, this ship didn't look much like any of the images she'd seen of Radam Hive Ships or Deep Scouts she'd seen while she'd been trapped inside the teknopod.
(Who are you?) she demanded, folding her arms. (What do you want with us?)
Narrowing her changed eyes, as she found herself fired on again in lieu of any kind of verbal or mental answer, Shara felt something tugging at her as she used her thrusters to counteract Earth's gravity just enough to let her hover in place. Allowing herself to be pulled toward the vessel, Shara drew in her right leg to kick a hole in the hull as soon as she'd managed to reach it. Crawling in through the hole, Shara looked around.
She briefly caught sight of some strange kind of form – another one she didn't recognize – before finding herself shot by some other kind of beam weapon. Forcing herself to swallow what felt entirely too much like a snarl for her taste, Shara turned to the alien who'd been attacking her for whatever reason.
"What are you doing?" she demanded, not particularly pleased, both by what was currently happening, and also how she was finding herself affected by it.
"You speak both with sound and without," said a raspy, almost buzzing voice of… whatever kind of alien she was presently facing.
"And you're speaking English," she drawled, steadily growing more annoyed.
"Change to your other form," the eight-foot creature – a creature that seemed to be made of some kind of colony of some kind of much smaller creatures; almost in the same way that larger animals were made up of cells – ordered, continuing to brandish that weapon of its at her.
"No," she said, folding her arms.
"This weapon can cause creatures to become unconscious," the creature said, though the sheer tonelessness of the alien's voice left Shara with only their body-language to tell what they might have been thinking. "Or it can cause death. Change to your other form, or I will cause your death."
"Yeah, good luck with that," Shara scoffed, as the sense of Slade's presence grew stronger and closer at once.
Slade's lancer, linked together into its full double-headed form, crashed through the side of the ship and pinned the alien to the hull of the ship. Or, at least it would have, if the "cells" of the alien Shara was standing in front of hadn't all started moving away from the main mass of the torso that her older brother's lancer had pierced. Catching Slade's lancer before it could fall to the floor, Shara narrowed her eyes as she saw the hole that had previously been punched through the alien's torso filling in with those same "cells".
The alien's arm was still holding the gun it had been threatening her with, and Shara narrowed her eyes as the alien fired yet another ineffectual shot at her.
"You know, a useful definition of insanity is trying the same thing over and over again, hoping for different results," she said, steadily growing more annoyed by the circumstances she'd found herself in.
It was more of a struggle not to outright snarl at the alien standing in front of her.
Even as Slade threw himself in through the hole that Shara herself had previously punched in the hull of the ship, Shara grabbed the gun out of the alien's hand and crushed it with barely an effort.