I'll say now that this'll be PG-13.
Anyways, for those of you who don't know about Animorphs, they are a group of six teens who were given the power to morph into any animal they can touch. They were given this amazing power by an Andalite prince, Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul. It was not for fun, but as a weapon, to defeat the Yeerk menis that was attacking planet Earth. The Animorphs fought the long battle for years, searching for an end to come. In the process, they learned of the wars between Crayak and the Ellimist, two multi-dimensional beings having differing viewpoints on life. Ellimist wants to promote life and freedom, and Crayak merely wants to kill. Katherine Applegate never gave a resolution to this story, but a certain Alakazam has decided to take over the reigns once again. So, long (very long) story short: the Animorphs defeated the Yeerks, but their Blade Ship managed to leave the Earth's atmosphere, headed to God knows where. Three years have gone by, and nobody has heard of these Yeerks, the last of their kind in the universe. Until now....
Also note that the first few lines of quotations are from the final chapter of the final book in the series. I then go on with my own ideas after that. ^_^
Chapter One
My name is Jake. Jake Berenson, that is. There are no secrets anymore.
I was staring at the foul creature on the ship's viewscreen. I couldn't help but recognize the similarities to Ax, and think I was staring back at my old friend and comrade. But I soon shook that off, as I knew it was no longer him.
"Can we shoot?" I asked Menderash. I made no attempts to hide my words from the alien. If he wanted to react, let him.
"His Dracon cannon have longer range and greater power," Menderash reported to me. "And his defensive fields have been enhanced. I doubt our cannon can penetrate them."
"Thought so," I admitted drearily. This was not going to go well, I reckoned. "But we're faster." It was not a question.
Menderash answered anyway. "Yes," he said, nodding. It was one of the many human gestures he had picked up since becoming nothlit.
"Okay," I said, taking a deep breath. I looked around the battle bridge at my team, a team that I would very well be leading to their doom. At Tobias, who would trust me to do what was needed, but who would never get over what had happened with Rachel. At Santorelli, one of our newest recruits, who I hadn't gotten to know that well, yet knew could be trusted. At Jeanne, the French officer who was also a new recruit of ours. At Menderash, the now Andalite nothlit, who had sacrificed everything to save his friend. And finally, I looked at Marco, who had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. Long before the war began, we were good friends. He was now the only one who could see through me, knowing what it was that was really going through my head. But, at the moment, I was thinking about something he had said a while ago, back when we were on Earth.
"What was it, Marco? 'Crazy, reckless, ruthless decisions'?"
He nodded, reluctantly. He was probably wishing he had kept his mouth shut by now, I guessed.
But he knew, and so did I. It was our only chance now, and we both could see it. We just weren't sure if we would all make it out of this one alive.
But there wasn't any other choice.
"Full emergency power to the engines," I said. "Ram the Blade Ship."
The alien's eyes widened when he heard that. The screen instantly went blank, and we were looking out at normal space again. The Blade Ship was right in front of us, and I could see its powerful Dracon cannon powering up from beneath.
"Menderash...." I said, keeping my eyes steadily locked on that red glow.
And then....
FWOOOOOSH!
The Rachel shot ahead at unthinkable speeds, shooting her Dracon cannon in succession. And all the while, Menderash was manurvering the ship, avoiding the Blade Ship's fire.
TSEWW! TSEWW! TSEWW!
TSSEEEEWWWW!!!
The Yeerk ship's firing was beyond anything that we have ever encountered before. The tremor was so enormous that everyone inside our ship had suddenly crashed onto the floor.
"Where were we hit?!" I called over to Menderash, who had managed to stay by the controls.
"We weren't," Menderash said. "We'd have been dead if we were. We were struck by air pressure."
"But we're in space," Jeanne said, confused.
"I know," Menderash responded, even more confused.
By now, I could see the Blade Ship backing away, but it was too slow. The Dracons had failed, despite their inconceivable power. This gave Menderash an opportunity.
TSEWW!
The smaller Dracon beam lacerated space, headed straight for the Yeerks. And, it struck! The Dracon struck the ship's bridge, causing massive explosions, that would have been even more massive had they been in the atmosphere.
Seconds afterward, the Rachel struck!
The collision rocked the ship, as it was enveloped by the much larger Blade Ship. I knew we were not going to make it out alive....
The last thing I saw, as the air drained from my lungs, was the planet in the distance. It was odd purple colour, like that of amethyst. A lot different from the bright blue oceans of Earth. I was dying, billions of light-years from home, and nothing could be done to stop it.
Anyways, for those of you who don't know about Animorphs, they are a group of six teens who were given the power to morph into any animal they can touch. They were given this amazing power by an Andalite prince, Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul. It was not for fun, but as a weapon, to defeat the Yeerk menis that was attacking planet Earth. The Animorphs fought the long battle for years, searching for an end to come. In the process, they learned of the wars between Crayak and the Ellimist, two multi-dimensional beings having differing viewpoints on life. Ellimist wants to promote life and freedom, and Crayak merely wants to kill. Katherine Applegate never gave a resolution to this story, but a certain Alakazam has decided to take over the reigns once again. So, long (very long) story short: the Animorphs defeated the Yeerks, but their Blade Ship managed to leave the Earth's atmosphere, headed to God knows where. Three years have gone by, and nobody has heard of these Yeerks, the last of their kind in the universe. Until now....
Also note that the first few lines of quotations are from the final chapter of the final book in the series. I then go on with my own ideas after that. ^_^
Chapter One
My name is Jake. Jake Berenson, that is. There are no secrets anymore.
I was staring at the foul creature on the ship's viewscreen. I couldn't help but recognize the similarities to Ax, and think I was staring back at my old friend and comrade. But I soon shook that off, as I knew it was no longer him.
"Can we shoot?" I asked Menderash. I made no attempts to hide my words from the alien. If he wanted to react, let him.
"His Dracon cannon have longer range and greater power," Menderash reported to me. "And his defensive fields have been enhanced. I doubt our cannon can penetrate them."
"Thought so," I admitted drearily. This was not going to go well, I reckoned. "But we're faster." It was not a question.
Menderash answered anyway. "Yes," he said, nodding. It was one of the many human gestures he had picked up since becoming nothlit.
"Okay," I said, taking a deep breath. I looked around the battle bridge at my team, a team that I would very well be leading to their doom. At Tobias, who would trust me to do what was needed, but who would never get over what had happened with Rachel. At Santorelli, one of our newest recruits, who I hadn't gotten to know that well, yet knew could be trusted. At Jeanne, the French officer who was also a new recruit of ours. At Menderash, the now Andalite nothlit, who had sacrificed everything to save his friend. And finally, I looked at Marco, who had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. Long before the war began, we were good friends. He was now the only one who could see through me, knowing what it was that was really going through my head. But, at the moment, I was thinking about something he had said a while ago, back when we were on Earth.
"What was it, Marco? 'Crazy, reckless, ruthless decisions'?"
He nodded, reluctantly. He was probably wishing he had kept his mouth shut by now, I guessed.
But he knew, and so did I. It was our only chance now, and we both could see it. We just weren't sure if we would all make it out of this one alive.
But there wasn't any other choice.
"Full emergency power to the engines," I said. "Ram the Blade Ship."
The alien's eyes widened when he heard that. The screen instantly went blank, and we were looking out at normal space again. The Blade Ship was right in front of us, and I could see its powerful Dracon cannon powering up from beneath.
"Menderash...." I said, keeping my eyes steadily locked on that red glow.
And then....
FWOOOOOSH!
The Rachel shot ahead at unthinkable speeds, shooting her Dracon cannon in succession. And all the while, Menderash was manurvering the ship, avoiding the Blade Ship's fire.
TSEWW! TSEWW! TSEWW!
TSSEEEEWWWW!!!
The Yeerk ship's firing was beyond anything that we have ever encountered before. The tremor was so enormous that everyone inside our ship had suddenly crashed onto the floor.
"Where were we hit?!" I called over to Menderash, who had managed to stay by the controls.
"We weren't," Menderash said. "We'd have been dead if we were. We were struck by air pressure."
"But we're in space," Jeanne said, confused.
"I know," Menderash responded, even more confused.
By now, I could see the Blade Ship backing away, but it was too slow. The Dracons had failed, despite their inconceivable power. This gave Menderash an opportunity.
TSEWW!
The smaller Dracon beam lacerated space, headed straight for the Yeerks. And, it struck! The Dracon struck the ship's bridge, causing massive explosions, that would have been even more massive had they been in the atmosphere.
Seconds afterward, the Rachel struck!
The collision rocked the ship, as it was enveloped by the much larger Blade Ship. I knew we were not going to make it out alive....
The last thing I saw, as the air drained from my lungs, was the planet in the distance. It was odd purple colour, like that of amethyst. A lot different from the bright blue oceans of Earth. I was dying, billions of light-years from home, and nothing could be done to stop it.