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Post by Kyle Bennett on Nov 1, 2011 0:36:25 GMT -5
They really shouldn’t have needed Kyle to come down to Earth to retrieve the bug fighter, the one they’d left behind the day that they’d stopped Rue from being infested… and then had needed to rescue Kyle and had also rescued Elijah, Richard, and Kiki in the process. Four recruits in one day. It must have been some sort of record for them. Not that it was something Kyle planned to repeat ever again. Regardless of that, they should have been able to remotely control the bug fighter they’d left behind so that it could be returned to the ship. Only that wasn’t working. Somehow the signal was being jammed or, something along those line. So they’d needed someone to go down and get it back the hard way. Kyle had figured it would be a good way to redeem himself after the whole mess of getting himself caught. He had flown in and landed a ways away from the spot. He’d felt it was safest to approach it by foot, in part to not lead anyone else to it. His human morph could blend in. His macaw morph was a little noticeable and kind of drew attention. So he had decided to walk there. Plus it gave him a chance to try out the human morph he’d gotten, though that in itself was kind of an odd concept. Number one because he was still human and yet he was morphed. Number two was the differences between the morph and his actual self. To start with, the morph had shorter hair that was a light brown color and had a wave or a curl to it. After that were the dark brown eyes. Skin tone didn’t change too much, but he lost a good three inches in height which meant he’d needed to scrounge around for an outfit that would fit him in this form. Lastly was the age, which he hadn’t actually thought would be affected. The morph had been made from a mix of a few DNA strands, so he hadn’t really considered the impact age variation in the people he’d acquired might affect it. Clearly, though, it mattered. The morph had ended up being – or looking – at least a year or two younger than Kyle was in reality. It wasn’t like it didn’t work, it was just… different, and it took a little getting used to. He was finally at a distance where he could see the ship, and from here everything looked fine. Looks, however, could be deceiving. Obviously something was wrong, or they’d have been able to retrieve this without sending someone down. Fortunately, he didn’t have to figure out what it was that was wrong. He just had to get onto the ship and – so long as it was still flight worthy – fly it back to The Sanctuary. It was simple… or it should have been.
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Post by Sabrina Wilde on Nov 1, 2011 15:15:10 GMT -5
"Ow!" Sabrina Wilde hopped on one foot to ease the pain on the other. She had just kicked a tree unintentionally and the result of that hurt. After a few moments of hopping, she continued her journey back to the bug fighter. Her green-blue eyes sparkled with anticipation. On day 14 of her mission, she was nowhere nearer to figuring it out than when she first started her attempt to repair the thing.
Two weeks ago, you would have found Sabrina Wilde jogging through the woods for some exercise. She went on a different route than her usual one and had stumbled upon this bug fighter, taking a keen interest in it. When the first invasion hit, she had looked up everything she could on the subject. So this was good practice and it didn't take her long to figure out a time-frame on which she could work on the fighter.
Now, she had made some progress, having been able to turn some lights on, but she was nowhere near finished. It was time to up her game. She ran back to her car and grabbed the toolbox that she had put in in case of emergency, and went back to the bug fighter, setting the toolbox right inside. "Alright, now to get on to the next step," she said to no one.
Sitting in the chair, Sabrina glanced through the windshield, seeing nothing. She toyed around with the buttons and came to the conclusion that there should be a manual somewhere. She started to search when she heard a noise. Like...someone walking? She cursed under her breath and reached for her toolbox. She reache inside and she pulled out a knife. "I know you're out there. What, you think I'm deaf?" She called out to whoever was out there. This is stupid, I'm just paranoid.
Notes: This isn't quite as long as I thought it would be. Word Count: 302 (not counting this part, of course.) Credit: Lyrics-Adelita's way. Text graphic-NRC of Caution 2.0. Pictures 'damaged goods of Caution 2.0. Layout by MotorcycleDiagnostics~ of Caution 2.0 Muse: "This Is Halloween"
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Post by Kyle Bennett on Nov 5, 2011 15:51:29 GMT -5
Kyle hadn’t counted on the idea of someone having stumbled upon the ship. They might have thought the ship had crashed, that it wasn’t working, and in the process of trying to fix it they had messed up the Animorphs’ ability to retrieve the bug fighter. Or maybe there was something else or something more to the story. Whatever the case, there was a girl… woman between him and the ship. He was lucky he’d seen her first, or he might have been in a far worse situation right now. As it was, he was hiding from view behind a tree. The fact that this new morph was smaller – in height and bulk – than Kyle normally was probably helped him here, because he was sure he’d have been seen if he hadn’t been morphed. His problem now was how to get to the ship, because he didn’t know if she was armed and he didn’t want to find out the hard way, by getting hit with a bullet or a knife or something and needing to demorph away the injury. Clearly this left him with very little in the way of options, because he needed to respond. She’d heard him, and she might think she was just hearing things the first time that happened, but it would seem like less of a possibility if she heard him again. That in mind, he had an idea for how to respond. <Well, me thinking you’re deaf only works under the assumption that I knew you were here.> Thought speak would hopefully throw her off as far as figuring out where he was. <Why should I trust you any more than you seem to trust me?> He wanted to come to some sort of a truce before he showed himself. At least then if she still shot him, he’d feel a little less guilty about attacking back.
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Post by Sabrina Wilde on Jan 13, 2012 0:35:46 GMT -5
Sabrina Wilde didn't know what, exactly, she should expect when she called out into the wind. Her jaw was set and she was ready to fight if it was necessary. Granted, she wasn't as cool or interesting as the Animorphs had been, so the odds of her winning were about as slim as her wrist was. Maybe even less; maybe of a flea's wrist. Did fleas even have wrists? Wow, what a time to think about that. Sabrina shook her head lightly.
That was when she heard a voice in her head and her eyes went wide for a moment towards a tree. No, a tree did not just talk to her. She knew Animorphs couldn't morph trees. She shook her head again. Her adrenaline level must be high, she mused. She never thought of this much all at once before. "Well, happy to know we didn't know the other was where we are. I mean, I didn't know you were here, and you didn't know I was here. Okay, wow, nerves."
A moment later, Sabrina started to remember something she read about in her research of the Animorphs and excitement overcame her. She glanced around, as if there'd be other people around and whispered, "You're an Animorph." This was making her day, indeed. She could almost dance in place. Of course, she wouldn't do something like that right there. It would just be plain weird. She wanted to remain calm, but it was just hard to do with all the excitement and thrill coursing through her.
Sabrina stepped away from the seat, wondering where the animorph was at that moment. "I won't hurt you if you won't hurt me. Believe me, information on this sort of thing enlightens me. I've been researching bug fighters, the war, everything, for years. Why would I want to harm something so interesting?"
Notes: This isn't quite as long as I thought it would be. Word Count: 309(not counting this part, of course.) Credit: Lyrics-Adelita's way. Text graphic-NRC of Caution 2.0. Pictures 'damaged goods of Caution 2.0. Layout by MotorcycleDiagnostics~ of Caution 2.0 Muse: "Perfect Nightmare"
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